Thanks for clickin' on my story; hope you stick around till the end. 'Course if you are legally exempt from viewing adult materials depicting explicit sexual acts (you know, fucking...sucking...rimming), you've been forewarned about what you're gonna find herein. All characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real-life studs is purely, totally, undeniably coincidental. (Had to say that just in case the real-life counterpart of "Ray" happens across this file and wants to kick my ass for kissin' and tellin'!) Anyhow, read on and lemme know if it did anything for ya (details, please!).
copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale
Me and Ray have been buddies for a long time. Well, okay, not real close buds---but I've known him since he was sixteen (I'm fifteen years older). I still remember that fateful day I stopped off at the market after work to pick up something to eat and spotted the cute little hunk doing cart duty. It was late spring and kind of warm so he was only wearing a tight white tank top over his torso; the muscles in his arms and shoulders sure didn't look like they belonged to any kid. My cock did an excited little jump in my slacks as I sat in my Jeep for a little while checking him out. When I had him committed to memory I pulled out of the lot and high-tailed it home where I threw myself across the bed and pounded my pud with visions of the hot little teen pleasuring my body. Every night from that point on the market was a routine stop and I made a point of nodding to the gorgeous cart boy and saying hello as we passed in the lot. His voice was deep when he returned the greeting; I could only imagine him growling, "Oh, yeah, man!" as I drilled his tight boy hole. But, while youth may be lovely to look at, I had no intention of messing around with an underage kid. He served the purpose of great eye candy for my masturbatory fantasies---and nothing more.
Don't get the idea that I'm some kind of perverted voyeur. I have never had a problem getting sex whenever I want it. Actually, I'm a pretty good looking sonofabitch. I'm about 6 feet tall, weigh in at close to 200 lbs of solidly packed muscle, have a full head of close-cropped hair, sky blue eyes, and sport a smile over my clean-shaven unblemished face that would set your heart aflutter. I work out at the local gym just about every night for an hour and a half, and three hours each on the weekends to keep my bod in tip top desirable shape. I've had more than my share of pussy. I almost got married once, but the thought of having to sneak around for a taste of cock every now and then soured me on the idea of committment. I guess you would classify me bi, however my scale tips strongly in favor of guys. Most people think I'm straight as an arrow; in other words, I'm no kind of flamer. But when I take that half hour drive out of town to the out-of-the-way adult book shop and get into one of those booths, any guy there knows what I'm all about. By day, I'm a car salesman. Okay, okay, a silver-tongued, fast-talkin' shyster...that's all we really are. But, let me tell you, I've gotten some great blow jobs from prospective clients. There was this one middle-aged lady with rocks on every finger who took me out for a test drive and..... well, that really has nothing to do with this story. Maybe some other time I'll tell ya about that. Suffice it to say, I qualify as a stud.
Sometime around late fall the kid disappeared and was replaced with a scary lookin' toothless type who didn't do nuthin' for my old johnson, if you know what I mean. I figured maybe work and school was too much for him, or he was just smart enough to find other employment during the approaching winter months which would keep his fine bod indoors. That didn't stop me from patronizing this particular market, though. Along about the same time I began taking notice of the assistant manager (he must have been new, I'd never seen his tall, lanky body lurking around there before). He was pretty good looking...my type...but I thought that wedding band on his hand was gonna relegate him to mere masturbation material. That is, until he began to take notice of me...started with the "how ya doin's" on my nightly visits...began little chit-chat conversations...he was "into" cars...BINGO!...it wasn't long before I was in the back seat of his behind the store with his hard-on pulsing down my throat (after the place had closed up, of course). Hell, I even sold him a car...got him a real good fuckin' deal...lost most of my commission...but I got something even better in return---a shot at fucking his straight virgin asshole. Yes, indeedy, he was fine! Let me see now, what was his name.....Keith....Kevin....somethin' with a K...
It was close to a year and a half later when Cathy, one of the secretaries at work, threw a fourth of July bash at her relatively new home. The house wasn't new, but it was new for her. She was a pretty cool broad, twenty-five or six I think and we talked quite a bit at work. It's not like she was hittin' on me or anything; I heard that she liked her meat younger and I was an older guy in her book. But we were pretty friendly. She was on the plump side---no competition for Cindy Crawford, but she wasn't a Roseanne Barr either. A lot of the work crew accepted the party invite because they wanted to get a look at the supposed new boy-toy she'd been bragging about. Most of them didn't believe she had an eighteen year old Adonis sharing her bed. As for me, in all the time I'd known Cath, she never struck me as a liar and her "bragging" was more like the gushings of a love-struck schoolgirl.
The weather on the fourth was great that year! Eighty-five, slight breeze, no humidity and not a cloud in the sky. Cathy had a decent sized back yard with an in-the-ground pool and told everyone to bring their bathing suits. My little speedo went on right under my shorts, knowing damned well my hot bod would get lots of appraising glances. I knew I looked damned fine at 33 and, if I played my cards right, I might be able to create my own Independence Day fireworks. We'd been instructed to go around the side of the house and let ourselves through the gate. The party was in full swing by the time I got there...barbeque grilling up burgers and dogs...lively music blaring from the stereo she'd dragged out onto the deck...a volley ball game going on in the pool...horseshoes clanging farther off in the yard...blenders whipping up Margaritas and Pina Colodas...beer boozers tapping the kegs...and Cathy happily entertaining in a one-piece suit with that silly little old-ladies skirt around the bottom. She came up to me like we were best buds, handing me a brew and introducing me to her dad (moms had kicked the bucket a while back) and several others whose names I immediately forgot. I ended up hanging with my work crew, knocking back some beers and shooting the shit. Noticing more than a few young people splashing about in the pool, I made some comment and was told they were all friends of Cathy's new stud-muffin. So it was true! Good for her, I thought, showing up all those doubting naysayers. But, which one was he?
Cathy was the one to come around to make the anticipated introduction. Taking me by the arm, she told me she wanted me to meet her guy, that this was "the one" she planned to spend the rest of her life with, to have his kids and to live happily ever after in la-la land. We made our way through the crowd out to the area where several teenaged studs were playing horseshoes. She shouted out, "Ray, come here a minute. I want ya to meet someone." I nearly shit when "Ray" turned around; the hot little 5'6" barefoot hunk dressed only in mid-thigh black spandex shorts was the same kid I'd lusted over a few years back pushing carts at the supermarket!
He had one of those smiles that spread straight across his tanned face, even white teeth gleaming as he took my hand in a powerful, calloused grip. His bold, sparkling hazel eyes bore right into mine for an instant before the flicker of recognition showed there in his brilliant pools.
"I know you!" he admonished, pointing at me with the thick index finger of his other hand. "You used to shop down at the store where I worked!"
Fuckin-A Bubba, HE REMEMBERED ME!!! What were the chances, out of all the people he probably saw during all those hot, sweaty shifts in the asphalt lot, that he would remember ME? I was honored, flattered, and suddenly hornier than hell! Good thing he got called back to his game, because I was startin' to feel that old familiar swell in my groin. Cathy was rambling on about something or other, but I didn't give two shits, my mind was on eighteen-year-old Ray. She'd met him at the service station where he was working. So that's where he'd gone to! Shit, why didn't I buy my gas at that particular station? To have this Italian Adonis' crotch at eye level as I paid him for pumping my gas! Ooh la la!
I spent the rest of the afternoon with Ray-man barely out of eyesight. Sure, he was still a fun-loving kid, but he seemed to have an air of adult responsibility about him, too. He had matured quite nicely since I'd last seen him; I drank in every fiber of the boy/man. Thick chestnut hair, parted in the center, framed a darkly handsome face and was brushed back over his ears, tapering down to touch his wide collarbone. He had what looked like the beginnings of a mustache, possibly two day's growth, over his upper lip, but I had the feeling it was a permanent fixture. The studpup's body was awesome! Molded into form-fitting spandex with a thick yellow stripe up each side, his athletic prowess was quite obvious. The kid had broad shoulders, nicely developed pecs, pronounced biceps, a flawless belly of lean, washboard abs leading to an impossibly narrow waist, thick, powerful and deliciously hairy legs, and the tightest, firmest ass I'd ever seen. And the fucking bulge swelling out from his spandex was even more eye-catching than the rest of him. Young Ray was youthful, physical perfection, yet he carried himself as though totally unaware of his smoldering sexuality.
Needless to say, the endless cocktails and beers had me feeling pretty good after a while and soon my pants were off and I was in the pool joining the largely younger crowd in a game of water volleyball. Ray was on the other side of the net and it gave me ample opportunity to check out his wet, glistening muscles and the drenched material clinging even tighter to his abundant manhood. The dark body hair which began around his indented navel and grew in a straight line down into his drawers had my mouth watering for a taste of what lay at the end of that treasure trail. He was certainly athletic, attacking that volley ball like his life depended on it. Raising his arm to strike out at the ball, I admired the thick, dark tufts of hair plastered to his armpits. He was abundantly hairy in all the right places, yet perfectly smooth in all the others, an Italian stallion all the fucking way! I had never in my life been so turned on by a guy. I knew damned well my cock was rising up out of my skimpy speedo, requiring me to remain immersed in the water until I'd calmed the fuck down!!!
So what if I was one of the last to leave the damned party in the wee hours of the morning? Shit, I HAD to sober up. And besides, it gave me time to chat one-on-one with the happy couple. I learned an awful lot about both of them---that is, when I was able to concentrate on the conversation, which wasn't easy with Ray sittin' right across the patio table from me lookin' so friggin' fine. His mom was 100% Puerto Rican; his dad was 100% Italian. Five years back daddy took off with some Cuban wench and left mumsy to raise the three children. From the time he was 13, Ray was the man of the house since Mommy was too distraught to focus on essential little things like feeding the family and taking care of the younger kiddies. He took on all the odd jobs he could find after school to bring some extra income into the household so they could keep a roof over their heads. Shit, if I'd have known that I'd have thrown him a few bucks in the market lot! Anyways, mumsy finally got her act together this past year and landed herself a fella with a pretty decent income who wasn't opposed to a ready made family. Ray wasn't too knocked out over him, though. I figured it probably had alot to do with male pride. He'd been taking charge of things and now suddenly some other guy shows up on the doorstep prepared to take charge. But I didn't express my feelings. That's when he decided to move in with Cathy, who was totally in love with him. Who the fuck could blame her? Even if the kid wasn't so fuckin' hot-looking, after having heard his tale I would have liked him anyway.
Turns out we had alot in common. Contrary to my initial assumption, he wasn't a gasoline attendant---the kid was rebuilding engines down at the service station. Even though I pretty much had a desk job selling cars, I wasn't stupid when it came to maintenance and repairs. My hands had gotten dirty down in the shop quite a bit. We also were in sync when it came to music...Guns 'n Roses, Van Halen, INXS, Metallica, I was into them all. And sports...we all agreed upon the same teams. It was like a match made in heaven!
Cathy became my best female friend after that night and I had an open invite to her home. Lucky me. My slant on Ray was that he was totally straight and there was no point in harboring any false hope of getting into his pants. Just to be able to hang around him, though, was good enough for me. Hey, a bi guy can use all the eye candy he can get, right? We started hanging out together more frequently. Every now and then Cath would fix me up with one of her girl friends so we could all go out without me feeling like a third wheel. Shit, I even had a six-month relationship with one of them. She told Cathy I fucked like a bull, was horny all the time, and that's why she had to break it off with me. Made me feel real fuckin' good about myself! Hey, I thought I was good but to hear it is a whole 'nother story! One night as Cath and I were drinkin' Margaritas (Ray was alcohol free, drug free, tobacco free---such a good boy!) and she was tellin' me about the rave reviews over my sexual prowess, Ray made a comment that made me stand up and take notice. Looking me dead in the eye (like he always did, the kid was bold) he told me when he used to see me at the supermarket he thought I was queer! What the fuck was I supposed to say in response? Yeah, you're right, dude, and I was checking your hot little ass out while I jerked off in my Jeep. That would have gone over real good with a young buck as hetero as he was. Instead, I gave him one of those astonished "Who? Me?" replys.
Over the next several months we did lots of shit together. Skiing trips, camping, island hopping, sky diving, you name it. Cath and Ray were just as adventurous as I. We made a pretty good fuckin' team. .....And then he cheated on her with some blond bimbo down at the service station. Cath found out about the one-time fuck within days of discovering she was pregnant by the hot little number. Memories of how his father had abandoned him and his siblings troubled young Ray and he swore to her that he would never touch another woman if she would be his wife. Cath came to me for advice and I urged her to go for it. I knew I would never have let him go and she would have been a fuckin' fool if she did. They were married; the tacky broad six months pregnant and wearing a white gown! She gave birth three months later to a bouncing baby boy the spitting image of his father; four years later she pushed out a girl who also (thankfully) heavily resembled her father. Life in the Giagianno family was serene. They had the perfect American family....they had the house with a white picket fence...they had a decent income thanks to Ray's decision to give up blue-collar work for an executive position with a high-profile automobile company...and they had one hell of a good friend in me.
I could go on and on about the fun times we all have had together over the years, but I know you're waitin' for me to get to the good stuff---and I'm itchin' to tell ya anyway. So I'll just jump ahead and letchya get your rocks off. Fast forward to 1995; I'm now 41 years old but I look more like 31. No shit; that's not just my ego talkin'. All those years I'd spent workin out with Ray in the makeshift gym he put together in a shed we built in back of their house kept me lookin' fine and dandy. I guess good genes don't hurt, either. And the years hadn't been unkind to Ray, either. He was now 26 and, except for a more conservative hair cut and bigger arms, he looked practically the same! Even his damn waist was almost as trim as when he was 16! All those years I'd pretty much put my attraction towards him out of my mind, not wanting to mess up the great relationship we all had. And I hadn't been celibate all this time, either. Trust me on that.
Family matters called me out of state for a couple of weeks and things got nuts on the job and before you know it, I realized over a month had passed since I last saw the Giagianno fam. It was late September and there was a little bit of an autumn crispness in the air when I decided to pay an impromptu call on my pals. Pulling up in front of their house I was glad to see that both vehicles were parked out front, but when I knocked on the front door and leaned on the bell, nobody answered. Being no stranger to the place, I circled around back, let myself in through the pool gate and heard music coming from the shed. Maybe they were hanging out there; possibly Ray had finally talked Cath into hitting the weights. Crossing the lawn, I passed through the slightly ajar door......and stopped dead in my fucking tracks!!!
Laying flat across the bench press was Ray, methodically pumping a heavily weighted barbell heavenward and intently staring at himself in the mirror afixed to the ceiling. He was stark fucking naked except for an athletic supporter, calf-high white socks and sneakers---and seemed totally unaware of my presence. I silently watched the muscles in his chest and arms flexing as he controlled the heavy bar and, for the first time, openly appraised his manly splendor. Directly facing me, his hairy, tree-trunk size legs were spread wide on either side of the bench, the white-mesh basket covering his groin straining against its abundant contents. The way he was splayed out I could see the mass of dark Italian hair leading from the base of his scrotum into the dark valley of his chiseled ass trench and my cock-a-doodle-doo slammed into an instant blood-engorged hard-on. My eyes traveled up and over his rippled abs to the fine mounds of pectoral rock formed on his solid chest and the jutting hardness of those fleshy nipples reacting to the autumn chill. Other than a small tuft of dark hair in between his pecs, Ray's upper torso was succulently smooth. Taking advantage of the opportunity, my lusty gaze went south again and followed the even dark line of body hair that crept from navel into the wide waistband of his crotch supporter and noted the tufts of coarse pubic hair escaping the sides of the material. His fuckin' jock was packed and I know I was lickin' my lips like a hungry dog when he set the barbell into its hold and sat up from the waist. He stretched one arm across his lushly curved chest muscles to massage the opposite shoulder when he saw me standing there.
I think we both froze. I'd been caught red-handed ogling him and he was practically caught with his pants down. One hand instinctively shot down to cover his groin, which was a pretty stupid and pointless move when you think about it. I mean, after all, his privates were the only part of him that WAS covered at that point. In short order he realized how futile a move it had been.
"JON!" he addressed me in mock shock with a nervous smile etched across his macho, handsome face. "Where the fuck did you come from?" Without that 'Rican mustache he used to sport, Ray looked even more like a kid than a grown man.
"I tried the door," I managed, "but Cathy didn't answer, so I came around back, and..."
"They're not here," he answered quickly, pressing big hands on the front of his muscular thighs and lifting himself to a standing position. I couldn't fucking help myself, I had to check him out as he moved over to grab a towel and wrap it low around his waist. But not before I had a bird's eye view of the most magnificient tight ass cheeks I'd ever seen framed by the V-shaped straps of his jock. They were hard, smooth, dimpled and rounded---and a line of funky, dark hair sprouted out along the deep cleft of his ass crack. I just knew a wet spot was forming over the front of my jeans! And sonofabitch if he didn't know it, too!
"You ARE a fuckin' fag!" he laughed cockily, dark eyes twinkling. "I was right all the time! Goddamn!"
"Ray, I----," but I didn't know what the fuck to say.
"Sonofabitch!" he kept going on, happy with himself that he'd been right. "I knew it from the time I laid eyes on you buying your groceries EVERY fuckin' day! But Cathy kept sayin' no, all the chicks say you're a hot fuck! And I thought, well, maybe not---maybe he is straight!"
Even then I was watchin' the shiny beads of sweat trickling down his muscular torso and wantin' to lean in and lap them right off his pumped-up body. His toned muscles were tensed and glistening in the cool early evening air; those fuckin' hard nips jutting out and just beggin' for some attention as his sculpted chest rose and fell heavily. I drank in his hard body, my eyes full of hunger, constantly drifting back to the thick line of fuzz running down from his indented navel into the folds of the white towel and barely hearing what the deep-voiced hunk was saying.
"Cath and the kids flew up to Cape Cod for two weeks to see her father, that's why nobody answered the door. She's pregnant again; three months, in case you're interested. But I guess you never were interested in her, were ya?" He was strutting from one end of the shed to the other, shadow-boxing to relax his tensed arm muscles. As he came directly in front of me, his right arm shot out and I thought he was gonna punch me in the face. Instinctively, my arms went up to protect myself. He laughed, dancing about on his feet and started throwing mock punches at my face and abdomen. It was a game we had played before. "All this time you were queer for me, you sneaky bastard!"
"Would that be so fuckin' bad?" I bravely inquired as I countered with an uppercut that almost grazed his firm jawline. "I mean, checkin' you out and doin' somethin' about it are two different things. Damn skippy I'm bi, you fine-lookin' motherfucker, but I wasn't gonna throw myself on you when I know you're not into men."
"Fuck, man! A blow job's a blow job, isn't it?" He startled me by his response. My protective hands came down momentarily and he clocked me right on the left cheek. I stumbled backwards, more out of surprise than pain. "Oh, shit, Jon! You alright?" He was all concern now. I should have milked the moment, but I was still reeling from his last statement.
"You mean you'd let a guy blow you?" I asked, incredulous.
He grinned with that sneaky 'Rican snear of his and reached between the folds of the towel to take hold of his basket. "Shee-it! I'm used to gettin' off every day, dude, and with my wife gone the past two weeks I'm horny as fuckin' hell. That goddam secretary of mine bends over in front of me again and I'm gonna forget all about that promise I made to Cathy." His mischevious smile grew even broader. "Unless, of course, I can get a little help here from my buddy the fag."
I didn't know whether he was for real or he was jivin' me. It was totally unexpected and seemed genuinely unreal that the hunky, hetero, macho Italian lady-killer I'd known all these years would suddenly become gay curious. But, fuck-if-he-didn't look so damn good standing there glaring at me with those big hazel eyes, that cute little mole at the corner of his mouth almost hidden in the crease of his adorable secret smile. For all his maturity, he still had so much of that cute, street-wise sixteen-year-old kid in him that I'd first been attracted to years ago.
"So....wouldn't you still be cheatin' on Cathy if your half-queer buddy got you off?" I inquired, already knowing the answer to my question.
He grinned even more widely and gave me a delicious wink. "I told her I'd never fuck around with another woman...never said nuthin' about my supposedly-straight workout partner." He'd moved over to the bench press and elevated the back rest to a ninety degree angle. "Besides, with her bein' away for another week I'm gonna end up drillin' the dog. I need to get laid, man, and I need it NOW!" Ray whipped the towel off his body and sat back on the press, his thick, hairy legs spread to either side of the bench. His head rested back in the curve of one muscular arm, the dense patch of armpit hair wet, matted and looking intoxicatingly funky, while his other hand busily squeezed the packed-to-overflowing jockstrap. His eyes were locked on mine, daring me to come and take a taste of all that he had to offer.
"Come on, Dad," he challenged in a low, husky voice. Whenever he thought he was being cute, or was trying to piss me off, he would call me "dad" to remind me of the difference in our ages. "You been wantin' it for years, now here's your one and only chance. Get the fuck over here and suck me off while I'm still in the mood to let ya."
There are certain things for which a grown man doesn't need a second invitation---and this was one of them. I'd been waitin' for over ten years for this moment and there was no fuckin' way I was gonna hesitate and give him time to change his mind. Without taking my eyes off the hot little ethnic hunk laying there all splayed out, I flipped off my shirt, lost my T, stepped out of my shorts, socks and sneaks but left my briefs on. Don't know why...it just seemed like the proper thing to do. Guess I didn't wanna scare him too much, too soon. Besides, he'd seen most of my strong, toned bod before during our workout training---just never with a hard-on bulging against the thin material of my drawers like it was doin' now. With three long strides I was right at the foot of the bench press lookin' down at the oh-so-handsome straight dude. And he was lookin' right up at me with those sultry eyes, head cocked sexily to one side and a teasing thin little smile deepening the dimples in his smooth-shaven cheeks. He was a real fuckin' cock tease if ever I'd met one!
I straddled the protruding leg lift with my thighs spread comfortably apart. Bending at the waist and gripping the foam-covered rest located mere inches from his groin in an overhand grasp, I lowered my face to his stuffed jock. The arousing male scents of musk and sweat that pleasantly assailed my nostrils told me he'd been wearing the same jock for some time now---probably since Cath took her powder and cleared the way for me to finally indulge in my one unrequited fantasy. In a freakin' flash my wide-open mouth had locked onto the big form pulsing around under the mesh material and I hungrily gnawed on his rising boner through the sweat-dampened jockstrap. His healthy piece grew longer and fatter and was straining like a sonofabitch against the confining supporter as my lips worked up and down the length of it while my mouth sucked all his juices out of the funky jock and swallowed them down like a thirsty bitch.
Chancing a look at my little stud, I wasn't disappointed a bit. I'd expected to see him with tightly shut eyes, psyching himself into pretending his wife or some other babe was servicing his meat. But, no---he was intensely watching me work him over. He had tucked his hands behind his dark-haired head, baring those heavily matted armpits and forcing strong bicep and tricep muscles to swell nicely. Slowly his trim hips began to move, forcing his crotch up into my face. I lathed that pulsing jock with spit from the top of its thick waistband down to the base of the pouch. My agile tongue flicked out past the base of the pouch where it connected with twin straps between his widely spread hairy legs and dipped into that secret, sweaty area under his scrotum. With a sexy, deep manly moan he pressed back against the bench support and unwittingly lifted his pelvis a bit higher, allowing me to swipe clear down to his hair-lined Itali-Rican asshole. It was damned nice chowing down on what I could get at of his tight hetero hole. I learned a long time ago that straight guys love to have their assholes eaten out---but most times their wives or girl friends blanch at the suggestion. And when they get a finger digging around up there hittin' that little button in the front of their rectum that's never been touched before, they go fuckin' ape-shit! The way Ray was now writhing around while my loving tongue lapped at his ass ring told me all his babes had never shown him this particular pleasure. Score for me; I was one up on those sluts. Let's see if I could hit a home run with the sexiest stud I'd ever gotten down on.
His asshole was tasty as all hell and I could've kept on rimmin' him till the sun came up next morning, but I just had to get that cock of his in my slutty mouth. As I regretfully disentangled myself from his dark, hairy hole I swear the look on his awesome face registered disappointment. One of my strong hands quickly molded itself over his throbbing pouch and pumped him through the dampened jockstrap. That bulging basket was straining like a motherfucker against those elastic straps as his hard, healthy cock sought freedom from its sweaty captivity.
"Don't you worry one little bit, big guy," I responded to his sexy pout. "I'll be munchin' down there again before the night is over. If you want."
"Fuck, yeah!" he hissed through clenched teeth, still the macho tough guy. One of his heavily tendoned hands was caressing the molded bulges of his tight pectorals and making those huge brown nipples scream for some mouth action. His head was thrown back, dark-lashed eyelids now dreamily at half-mast, that cute little adam's apple quivering sexily in his throat as he responded to the pleasurable sensations overtaking his virile body. I knew he was ripe and ready for some heavy duty cocksucking as I yanked the pouch of his soaked jock to one side, releasing his imprisoned manhood. I had to just hesitate there in awe for a few seconds as I took in the absolute fucking beauty of his colossal cockstalk and the hefty ballsac dangling down between his parted thighs. There was about eight to nine inches of thick rock-hard man-meat rising up out of the dense, hairy mat covering his pelvis with the most perfectly molded head I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. The goddam helmet was HUGE and you better believe I had a serious itchin' going on in my asshole as I licked my hungry chops checking it out. Ray was absofuckinglutely beautiful in his nakedness and I gave him the once-over from head to toe; there was nothing about him that wasn't masculine perfection. The fucker knew I was drinking in every pore of his hunky physique and his cock reacted to my brazen, appreciative gaze. Blood coursed through the heavy veins criss-crossing along its dark length as the thick horsedick throbbed madly, the deep fleshy lips of its flared head pulling apart. One bead of clear pre-cum was followed by another, and soon dick drool was freely flowing from his swollen head down the length of the massive tool and pooling in his thick dark pubic hairs.
Placing my hands on the front of his powerful, hairy thighs I leaned in closer. His mammoth monster gave an exta little jump as my hot breath washed over the excited length. My tongue rolled out and, with one long and deliberately slow swipe, traveled all the way up the undersize of his thick vein, encircled the pronounced ridge of his bulbous cockhead and washed over the fleshy knob. The tasty ball-juice I was lapping up on my palate was like the purest of honey and seemed like it was never gonna stop oozing. Ray slid lower on the bench, his rippling, hot body squirming around like a bug had crawled up his ass. He was still lookin' at me, albeit through sex-heavy slits. There was a bead of sweat traveling down from the center part of his thick, luscious hair; his arms were back up behind his head again, dense armpits soaked with perspiration. Damn if I didn't wanna crawl up there and bury my face in the funk of his pits, but that steely shaft of his was at a pounding throb and there seemed to be no end to the constant flow of sweet cream pouring from his slit. Opening my jaws wide, I took that handsome head right into my mouth and surrounded the ridge with my thick lips. My tongue went to work immediately, licking all over his sensitive glans as I sucked up his froth and thirstily swallowed it down. I dipped the tip of my tongue deep into his fat gash and worked it around, which seemed to drive him fuckin' crazy! His chiseled ass was moving all over on that sweat-wet vinyl seat as I chewed on the nose of his torpedo. Judging by the sexily-male moans and groans comin' from him I wondered if Superstud Ray had ever really---I mean REALLY---had an honest-to-goodness blowjob before.
As his ass slid down even lower in the small seat, the little bastard began to pump his hips up at me. Was this oh-so-straight stud into it or WHAT?!?!?! Shit if I was gonna debate the subject at this point---I opened wide and let him fuck my mouth. He had about four inches (plus that big fuckin' head---lets not forget THAT behemoth, boys) pumping between my lips, ridin' my face and makin' me hungrier and hungrier for his load. I slurped and sucked as he force-fed me his stump and before long I could feel that blunt head knockin' at the back of my throat. Boy, was he in for a surprise if he thought that was as far as he was gonna get! My nostrils flared widely as I took an expansive breath, opened my gullet wide and went down on him. I thought I was gonna gag as inch after inch of fat cock buried itself deep down in my throat, further and further until my face was buried in his thick pubic patch. His big shaft pulsed inside me and I allowed my slick channel to milk the fuck out of him!
Looking up as I feasted on that glorious, never-before-touched-by-man cock, I saw that his eyes had shot wide open and his body was oh-so-tensed, like the little stud had just had some kind of a mind-blowing shock! I left his rod choked all the way down there until I thought I was gonna suffocate and then slowly....real, real slowly...backed off of it. Quarter inch after quarter inch after quarter inch of fat ItaliRican cock came up out of my stretched throat and through my wet lips until the big head popped out into the open. It was just drippin' with saliva, had turned an angry dark-purple color, and was noticeably throbbing with every rapid beat of his heart. His head was raised and he was lookin' at me, his thick brows furrowed and pantin' like a dog with his succulent mouth pooched-out in an "0". Fuckin-A if I didn't think right then and there of jumpin' up, rippin' off my briefs and stuffing my meat balls deep in that hunk's mouth before he even knew what'd hit him. But, hey, I knew with a straight guy you had to make some sacrifices. So, wastin' not a minute I attacked again, neatly wrapping my fingers around the base of his beanstalk as I devoured his macho cock head. Bobbin' up and down on the first three or four inches of his thick meat, I started pumpin' the lower bulk with my hand. The fuckin' thing felt like it was swelling bigger and bigger in my horny grasp. He was trying to impale my face with that big beast, but I wasn't about to give him the extreme pleasure of my deep throat again so soon. Make him want it REAL bad, thats what I intended to do!
As I sucked his fat cockhead and gave lots of wrist movement to that thick, slippery shaft, I slid my other hand over the youthful flatness of his lower belly. Reaching up ever higher past his size 28 waist, I scaled the bumpy valleys of his washboard abs, grasped the slopes of solid pectoral muscle and squeezed the eraser-hard bud of his hardened nipple. Tweaking it momentarily between thumb and index finger I then glided over to the other side, through the slight moss of fine hair in his pec cleft, and teased the other bold nub. Ray was goin' nuts, body squirming all over the place, his head rolling from one side to the other and all kinds of delicious moans, groans and gasps comin' from somewhere deep in his throat. His fuckin' cock had started to leaking again, lubricating my oral cavern with thick, tasty nut sauce. I picked up the pace, both suckin' and jerkin' him even faster. My hand came down off his smooth, athletic chest and dug into the dense bush of his dark pubes. Grabbing a fist-full, I pulled the thatch like I was gonna yank it out by the fuckin' root and in one big gulp swallowed him whole once again. He practically screamed in a pitch decibals higher than his resonate, manly tone as the demons in my throat kissed his pulsating manhood. With one hand now free, I yanked my briefs down, grabbed ahold of my own healthy-sized beefstick and started floggin the hell out of it.
Ray's breathing was getting real ragged and I knew he was damned close to shooting his wad. I kept his mouth-watering shaft down in my love tunnel only a few seconds longer and then, without warning, backed right off of him. His sultry eyes zeroed right in on me almost accusingly as I leaned back away from him and concentrated on taking care of my own meat. My hand was flyin up and down the length of my seven-and-a-half inches (although at the moment I wouldn't have been surprised if I'd graduated to an even eight) as I watched his agitated loverod doing a disco dance in front of me. He'd been maybe five seconds from cummin when I'd abandoned ship---maybe even less---and his cock was actin like it was in the throes of a wild orgasm, but that ever-present pre-cum was the only thing liberally oozin' out of his hole. He went for his meat and I roughly grabbed him by the wrists to hold the over-eager stud back. The young buck had no idea of the great favor I was doing him or how fuckin' ecstatic it was gonna feel when I finally brought him off after this mind-blowing plateau!
Believe me true when I tell you that I nearly popped a nut seein' what I had done to this straight pup! Hunky Ray looked like a hurt little boy who'd just had his favorite candy taken away. Dense eyebrows were knitted into a desperately appealing frown as his smoldering eyes silently pleaded with mine. His nostrils flared widely, taking in quick short gasps of air while he panted like a charging race horse who'd been fightin' like hell to cross the finish line. His wet bottom lip was quiverin' so damned sexily and that nice, tight chest of his was risin' and fallin' heavily. The soles of his ankle-high white Reebocks were firmly rooted to the floor, but his thick athletic legs were moving back and forth, making that big beautiful cock jerk and shake wildly. A virtual river of man spunk was flowing down his hefty piece, soaking into his big hairy ball-bag and dripping off the coarse dark hairs to saturate the vinyl-covered seat. My tongue instinctively went out as I observed the sweet, tasty love juices dangling precariously off the edge of the seat before they dropped to the ever-widening wet spot on the floor. Never in my life had I seen so much pre-cum produced by one man; I could only imagine what his actual load was gonna be like and how much I was gonna enjoy drinkin' down every protein-filled drop!! Now that I had finally gotten Ray, I wanted to eat him from head to toe!!!
"You fuckin' cock-teasin' bastard!" he finally managed, his breathing still coming heavily as he ran one large working-man's hand across the wide expanse of his sweat slickened chest and tugged at the waistband of that contour-fitting jock with the other. I knelt at his feet to one side of him and grasped Kathy's hunky husband behind a finely-developed calf muscle bulging out from the top of his bleached white athletic socks. Kneading the tight muscle, I marveled at the tree-trunk like thickness of his masculine hairy legs.
"Liked it, did ya, buddy-boy?" I taunted with a raised eyebrow as I caressed the length of his thick limb while I played with my now-leaking cock.
Ray swallowed hard as he cocked his head to look over at me. "You gonna make me beg for it, aren't ya, dude? Alright, motherfucker... you got a hot mouth, that's fer sure...were givin' me the best fuckin' head I ever had...wished I'da known years ago how good you were...wuz mighty sexy watchin' you goin' down on my meat..."
My fuckin' cock was blazing like a sonofabitch hearing these words coming from the little stud. He was one desperate horndog, that was for sure, like a loaded gun wantin' its trigger pulled. I ran my hand along the outside of his widely parted thigh and pulled at the elastic strap running down under his firm, tight buttocks. The elastic snapped back against his bare skin and Ray winced at the unexpected smart---but his drooling spigot seemed to pulse even harder! My hand pressed over top of his at the thick white waistband and I commanded him, as sternly as I dared, "Tell me more, stud!"
He scowled at me for a heartbeat with those big hazel-colored eyes, certain of what he wanted---but not sure of what he should do. There was still a tiny thread of that staight-guy guilt-thing going on in his oversexed brain. But when I leaned over and stuck my tongue dead-center to his indented navel and started diggin' around the tiny bud, he began to melt. I painstakingly worked my slippery eel up and over each finely etched contour of his six-pack abs, buried my nose in the lightly-haired hollow between his pecs and stuffed my hand under the band of his jock to squeeze his weighty balls while I feasted on his smooth, glistening chest.
Throwing one arm back under his head, the sexy straight stud worked his lips together expectantly as I went to town on his dark, hardened nipples. Just like the rest of him, those nubs were pretty big for a guy of his shorter height. The dark quarter sized areolae spread out on the mound of each rising pec housed tit-treats near as thick as a pencil eraser. Locking my lips around the succulent teat, I chewed away on one 'til I had him squirming around again---and then moved to the other. All the while I was nursing those nice young nubs, my hand was busy as hell massaging his strong inner thighs and groping his big, sweaty balls. Every now and then my thick middle finger would mysteriously go astray and graze his hairy asshole. Ray was sex moanin' all over the place; he, like me, was one of those lucky guys whose nipples were internally connected to his cock.
It really shocked the shit out of me when he dug his thick fingers into my hair and rubbed the back of my head, forcing me ever closer to his spectacular heaving chest. It was the first time he had actually touched me and that, coupled with the few words he'd managed to mutter earlier, was makin' me feel pretty fuckin' optimistic about the remainder of the evening.
"Ohhhh, fuck-yeah, Jon!" he growled seductively as I held his right bud between my front teeth and flicked away at it with my experienced tongue. His narrow hips were movin' all over the place like he was tryin' to fuck the air with that huge leaky prong of his. I took ahold of it by the hairy root, which seemed to steady him for a little while while I continued to explore his marvelous chest. Sexy Ray wasn't quite sure what to make of it when I finally came up off his raw tits and buried my face in the exposed funk of his armpit. He was sweating like a motherfucker from all the unexpected sex play and his pits were soaking wet, tiny rivulets of perspiration leaking down along his tapered lats from the thick thatch of hair. My sloppy tongue lapped up the salty sweat and buried itself into his forest, sucking the maleness from his ripe pit. My free hand traveled up the length of his arm, copping a feel of those bulging muscles we worked out regularly. When he raised his other arm and cupped the back of his head in both hands, I knew I had him turned on to pit play. I was makin' all kinds of rough, deep animal sounds as I chowed down in his other pit while I tweaked and twisted an extra-hard nipple between my fingers. Those fuckin' nipples wouldn't go down for a couple of days; he didn't yet know how apeshit wild he would be at work with them rubbin' against his starched white dress shirt for eight hours. Shit if I wasn't already thinkin' of stoppin' over at his office during my lunch break to---ahem!---help him out!!!
After cleanin' out his underarms I licked my way up over one broad shoulder and traced my way down the length of collarbone to the hollow at his throat. Leaning his macho head back, eyes now closed, Ray swallowed hard. I latched right onto his bobbing apple and sucked on the bristled skin, not caring that I might leave a telltale mark. Lapping upwards over the rugged curve of his chin, I rode the slight sexy cleft and swiped my tongue along his luscious bottom lip. Ray quickly turned his head to one side, a deliberate signal that his mouth was off limits. So I somewhat disappointedly reversed directions and headed south, creating a nice wet trail down the defined valley of his breastbone. Continuing dead center through his tight six pack, dipping into his button and cascading over that tight belly, I came nearer and nearer to the throbbing hunk of man meat which was itchin' for some more action.
He was back to checkin' me out again, kneeling by his side and holding his stiff sausage in one hand. My other arm rested across his taut torso as I groped the slopes of his stretched inner thigh and toyed with his nuts from that side. I would have liked for him to have parted his lips and accepted my loving tongue before; that would have been so fuckin' hot---would've left me with the promise that one day my dick and his mouth might become friends. But, hell, that's the way things go when you set your sights on a straight dude. Besides, I never thought the day would come when I would even get to this point with him, so I got over that little rejection mighty quick. There were other matters, quite literally, in hand.
"Suck my cock!" he ordered, as if there was any doubt of my intentions. You've gotta know that it was a total turn on for this hot Latin/Italian dude, the father of my best female friend's children, to be talkin' dirty to me. "No more of your bullshit, either, Jon. Grab that fuckin' cock, shove it down your throat and don't you dare stop until I get my rocks off!"
I'm a bit of a wiseass and I sure as shit don't like bein' told what to do by anybody, but everything he was requesting was exactly what I planned on anyhow. Lookin' him dead in the eye I swiped my wet tongue all around the rim of his flared cockhead, poked the tip of my tongue into his wide dicklips and innocently inquired, "Like this, you mean, big man?"
His eyes were dark, horny and in no mood for games as he glared down at me as if to say "don't mess with a guy whose balls are boiling over." So I quickly obliged and sucked the monstrosity of his fat helmet into my mouth and went to work making hot male love to it. Bathing that beastly knob with creamy spit, I gave his plum a head job that he would not soon forget. Ray was thrustin his little hips up at me like he wanted me to go down on the whole muscle, but first I wanted to get rid of that fuckin' jockstrap he still sorta had on. Hooking my thumbs under the sweat-dampened waistband, I lifted the macho-smelling mesh contraption up over his big throbber and pushed it away from me down towards his knees. Ray willingly obliged by lifting his thick legs and pointing his feet skyward, allowing me to slide the jock totally off him. Naked now except for sneakers and socks, which had kinda fallen down around his ankles by now, the hot young gun lowered his legs again and spread those muscle-thighs wide, which made his huge stiff cock tremble mere inches from my smacking lips. Knowing full well that he was all kinds of sexed up and ready to blow like a motherfuckin' volcano, I grabbed his nut bag in my one hand and started fistin' his thick and glistening shaft with the other while I enveloped the first few inches in my face-hole. No more Mr-Nice-Guy shit; I devoured his meat, sucking and lapping at it like a milkin' machine gone crazy. He was moanin' and groanin' away as his tight, chiseled backside wriggled around on the soakin' wet bench. As for me, I was lovin' every goddam second of knowin' that it was me---ME---that was feastin' on this hunky husband's manprick and makin' him go berzerk with lust.
The sneaky little bastard managed to stuff more and more of his tool into my cocksucking mouth with all that thrashing and thrusting of his sexily slim hips. I felt that fat mushroom head at the back of my throat and knew he wanted to stuff me solid. Figurin' I'd better give my sexpuppy whatever he wanted, I opened wide and fiercely gobbled it straight down to the root. With a loud, unexpected shout (which I was a little worried the neighbor's might have heard), his whole humpy body tensed as waves of deep-throated pleasure washed over him. Ray was experiencing fuckin' nirvana buried all the way down there in my rapidly milking hole. The sloppy muscles in my throat wrapped around the hot, pulsing slab of meat and caressed every sensitive nerve along his shaft making the man-boy gasp ecsatically. I started to face fuck him, bobbing up and down on the big dripping cock. At times I would slide the whole fuckin' thing out of my throat, lettin' him hump my mouth as I sucked and licked at the angry head. And then, without warnin', I would cram that fucker all the way back down my cock-cavern until his big bulb had me totally plugged, his thick, richly smelling bush pressed tight to my face. I was kneading and squeezing the fuck out of his big nuts while I fisted my own throbbing beefstick from my vantage point kneeling on the floor beside him.
Cocking my head so I could take a gander at the hot fucker got me one step closer to busting my nut. He had his nicely shaped shoulders pressed hard against the damned bench while his soakin' wet head rocked from side to side against his raised arms, hands clasped together back over his head. That well-defined body of his was risin' and fallin' as his back arched, then dropped mightily. Even white teeth were gnashing together, lips grimacing and eyes tightly shut as a painful frown creased his forehead. Sexy macho sighs, gasps, grunts and groans of pre-orgasmic pleasure came from somewhere deep down inside of him and excited me even further.
"OH...OH, FUCK....," he huskily moaned. "HERE IT FUCKIN' COMES! I'M GONNA CUM!! I'M GONNA.....I'M GONNA FUCKIN' CUM! LOOK OUT!!!!!"
Look out, your ass, I thought, as I quickly backed the fucker out of my throat and latched my lips around the first few red-hot inches of the spewing serpent. His fat trunk fiercely sent hot gobs of scrotum sauce spewing against the insides of my mouth in one blasting surge after another. My tongue was workin' like crazy on Ray's young, squirting gun while I kept swallowin' and swallowin', trying like hell to keep up with him before the sonofabitch drowned me with man spunk. He was the biggest shooter I'd ever encountered; I got much more than a mouthful of tasty jizz. I kept suckin' on that slab of beef long after a normal guy's balls would have been drained totally dry---and still managed to coax more cream from him. Cum was oozin' from the sides of my mouth, my belly totally full, when I finally came up off of him, stood and took the liberty of shooting my wad all over his heaving torso. Speechless, he watched me---too weak and powerless to even protest. After unloading my sauce in a a gut-wrenching orgasm, I leaned down and proceeded to slowly lick every drop from his perspiring body, savoring each moment of after-sex eroticism with my ten-year fantasy finally satiated.
That was six years ago, but they sure as shit ain't been lonely years. It was four months later, when we were up on a ski lift in Colorado that he got in the mood for man tongue again. In the ten minutes it took to reach the top of the mountain, I had sucked him dry, cleaned his wand and zippered him back up. Funny thing was, and neither of us realized it in the heat of the moment, but his wife and my then-girl-friend had skiied past right below us. For the first three years we got together at least two times a year for some man play, although I still spent one weekend a month with the entire fam (they now had four kids---I was godfather to the latest, another boy that favored his dad in the looks department). One time while Kath was in the house doin' dishes and the kids were playin' in the yard just outside the shed where Ray and me were supposedly workin' out, my lips were wrapped around that ever-hard stickin' outa the side of his gym shorts. Just as he started shootin', one of the kids began bangin' away at the door. As I swiped down his always abundant load, careful not to loose a single nourishing drop, Ray yelled out, "Hold on! Daddy's comin'!" Boy, was he ever! Then there was that vaca he and Kath and me and whatever-bimbo-I-was-with-at-the-time took together to Mexico---Cancun to be exact. While the girls were out shopping in that downtown marketplace, us guys hung out by the pool and Ray, who wasn't a drinker, tried a few Tequilas and started feeling horny. Quickly heading upstairs, we were naked and across that bed before you could say OLE! The Tequila must have made him see visions, because midway through sucking him off Ray flipped me over, wrestled me down, threw my legs up in the air and shoved his hog up my ass! He gave me one of the hottest and fiercest fucks I can ever remember!!
Last year was the best, though. Kath had some female problems and had to have some surgery downstairs, which put an end to more rugrats---but also temporarily knocked her out of commission. Horny Ray still couldn't go for more than three days without busting a nut, so who do ya think he called on? I sucked that cockstalk every time like it was the first time, ate out his dark, hairy butt hole and took it up my ass whenever he wanted to plow me and counted my blessings when, towards the end of our respite, he actually wrapped his fist around my prick and jerked me off.
Ray's gotten even better lookin' as he's gotten older; hell, now he's about the age I was when I first was gawkin' at him. Even though I'm soon to be hitting fifty, I have kept myself in fine shape and could easily pass for ten years younger if I washed the salt and pepper out of my hair. Tomorrow I'm supposed to be goin' over to watch the game; Kath hates hockey so she always takes off with the kids. First time me and Ray will have been alone together in awhile, and I'm all sexed up for it. Last couple of times he was askin' me lotsa little questions about what it was like to suck a cock, what cum tasted like, how I was able to do it without gaggin'...kinda set me to wonderin' if he was maybe...possibly....considering making me the happiest guy in the whole USA by finally returning the favor. Damn, my cocks just leakin' away thinkin' about it.
Jon April 20, 2001
(Addendum: April 22, 2001) FUCKIN' A BUBBA, HE SURE AS SHIT DID!!!!!!! HOT DAMN, WHAT A MOUTH ON THAT BOY!!! A LITTLE ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES, BUT........HE'LL LEARN.......
FOOTNOTE....TWO DAYS LATER.....Fuckin'-A if he didn't!!!! DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!