Straight Buddy Ray

Relax back, my man, and stretch those long legs out in front of you. Position your mouse, a jar of luxuriously-slick lube and your favorite cum rag at arm's length. Unbutton that shirt and let it fall to your sides or, depending upon your apparel, roll that T up over your head and stretch it back across your shoulders. Undo those pants, fish inside your underwear (not wearing any? you're such a slut!) and haul out that fleshy instrument of yours. Now you're ready for the latest installment of "Straight Buddy Ray" which, you know, vividly details sexual situations and is intended for those who have reached legal age of consent. Your author hopes you find this lengthy chapter worthy of the series and enthusiastically welcomes your positive email. Please respect the copyright.

Copyright 2005 JRoyale

A summer in the so-called "garden state" of New Jersey was decidedly incomplete without at least one huge all-day backyard barbeque. Sort of like great sex without a thunderous climax, the season would otherwise have ended on a disappointing note. If anyone on seemingly sedate Mansgrove Lane knew how to throw a barbeque it was the Giagianno family. Despite the pressures of raising four children and attending to all the inherent household duties, along with holding down a full-time job, Cathy Giagianno always managed to pull the thing together beautifully. She was the organizer and buyer, scrawling out hurried invitations in the few spare moments the days allotted. Much too late for an Independence Day celebration, and several weeks early to qualify for Labor Day, it was billed the "Dog Days of Summer Pool Party". Ray, like all good husbands, finally kicked into gear the day of the big event. Between himself and his younger brother Joey canopies were erected in the large back yard, picnic benches laid out, swimming pool vacuumed clean and the barbeque stoked and ready for grilling by the time the first guest arrived.

Raymond Giagianno, or Ray as he was called by all who knew him well, was a handsome thirty-one year old, married to the slightly older Cathy for close to twelve years. Although a few inches under 6', the uber hunk towered above most other men with his smoldering Italian/Latin machismo. Short thick chestnut hair, parted dead center, framed a decidedly masculine and handsome face dominated by bold, sparkling hazel-colored eyes mirroring a deep-seeded mischief. His lids were darkly lashed, their shade matching nearly-straight and dense eyebrows. Ray had a wide, million dollar smile, revealing perfect sparkling white teeth, which set his entire face aglow. His ethnic complexion left him with the eternal appearance of an early tropical tan. By late afternoon of every day the hormonal stud was sporting a charcoaled stubble about his lower face.

On this particularly hot mid-August day, Ray was clad in a pair of his ever-present workout shorts, drawstring tried loosely at the waist so they slung low on his hips to reveal the band of a pair of Joe Boxer tightie whities. Although the wider hems billowed around his knee caps, the material nicely molded his solid buttocks and showed the promise of an abundant crotch basket as he moved about the yard. Other than a pair of high-top sneakers and white crew socks, he wore nothing else. His upper body was a work of masculine perfection. Broad shouldered with wide collar bones, his arms were nicely thick and powerful. Darkly abundant tufts of underarm hair lined his deep pits but, other than the fine hairs coating forearms to rival any major league baseball player and the small patch in his deep pec cleavage, the stud's upper body was deliciously smooth. Ray's pectorals were twin sculpted mounds capped with huge brown nipples, seemingly always erect. He had a flawless belly of lean, washboard abdominals, defined obliques and a narrow waist. A swirl of dark hairs sprouted about his indented navel and trailed down into the musky darkness of his shorts. Raymond was a delicious eyeful for most ladies (and some men), but he carried himself as though he were completely unaware of his breathtaking sexuality. Cathy never complained of her husband's near nude displays; she was proud to have married a hunk seven years her junior and wanted the world to know what a plump secretary like herself had landed.

Although the temperature remained in the upper 80s, the lack of humidity and the presence of a constant breeze (not to mention the refreshing water of the Giagianno pool) brought out nearly all the invited guests. They began filtering in after noon with the heaviest volume within the following hour, the official start time. Ray and Cathy's respective families made up a good portion of the attendees, rounded out with friends and co-workers of both. Burgers and dogs were sizzling on the grill in no time while twin blenders whipped up frozen alcoholic concoctions. Three industrial-sized coolers set out in various locations iced up a selection of the more popular beers. The older folks made a b-line for the section of lawn covered by canopy and set themselves down on benches around picnic tables, snacking on bowls of potato chips and pretzels while socializing with friends, family and neighbors. Old acquaintances caught up on lost time while new acquaintances were being made. Children and teens headed straight for the swimming pool---where most of them spent the entirety of the party---gleefully splashing the adult passer-by.

Cathy, already nearly three sheets to the wind after indulging herself in a variety of "shots" sponsored by her co-workers, was thrilled to look over the crowd and see her Uncle Patrick and his wife pass through the back gate with their three teenaged sons. She quickly barreled through the crowd to excitedly throw her arms around them, happy they'd made the trip out to Jersey from the Bronx. Cathy could hardly get over how much her younger cousins had matured. Erin had been quite a busy woman for three years straight; the boys were now eighteen, seventeen and sixteen respectively. Cathy held a special fondness for Ryan, the eighteen year old of the bunch, probably because he was the first. Looking at the boy, she could hardly recall the freckle-faced kid she used to baby sit. Ryan, still cute, was the typical surfer dude with longish, wavy hair falling around his face and beads around his throat, wrist and ankle.

Good rule of thumb in avoiding visits from local police at the complaint of neighbors was to invite those very same neighbors to the event---and none of the folks abutting the Giagianno property turned down the invite for free food, booze and a generally good time. Old Nikos Stavros and his wife were next door neighbors (in good standing) of the Giagianno family. Although rapidly approaching the golden age of sixty, good-natured Nik had somehow managed to remain a strikingly handsome gentlemen. Whether it was the wealth of wavy salt-and-pepper hair (now more salt than pepper) brushed back from his high forehead and cascading down to touch his shoulders, or the curious lack of slackening skin and aged lines to his face, Nikos appeared more fit than most men his age. Certainly in his younger years he'd been a physically active man, performing long hours of physical labor at the local steel mill, although lately the most exercise he got was teeing off at the club's golf course. Still he was a fine, almost distinguished-looking man, resembling some sort of New Age symphony conductor. His body was stronger than any of the other seniors down at the club, most of whom had begrudgingly succumbed to gravity. But Old Nikos sported a proud barrel chest, rugged biceps and a tight posterior. He was the proverbial "apple of the eye" to the old spinsters at the senior citizen center he occasionally visited, with whom he often flirted outrageously.

Nearly everyone he encountered at the barbeque remarked on how Nikos was looking ten years younger of late, crediting his politely beaming wife with the newfound robustness in the grandfather-type. Nikos merely smiled and nodded, hugging his bride of many years tightly against his side in affirmation---all the while thinking of his nineteen-year-old grandson, the true source of his reenergized vitality.

Almost on cue the next generation of Stavros' made their appearance: Spiros, his wife Anna and their collegiate son Petie, who almost immediately dashed off to hang with buddy Cory. Cory, the neighborhood newspaper boy, was hanging with the visiting twins from across the street whom they'd befriended earlier in the summer. Spiros Stavros was a chip off the old block, even more handsome in his early forties than his good-looking father had been. His flawless complexion was olive in tone, the perfect canvas for his predominately dark Greek features. Spiros' black brows arched over sparkling coal-like eyes, themselves framed by long, curling lashes. Under a straight, aquiline nose his lips, the lower slightly puffier than the upper, always appeared wet, glossy and ready for attention. Despite the closest shave, Spiros nearly always seemed to be sporting the charcoal of a five o'clock shadow. His medium length hair, nearly ebony in tone, shone thick and straight, precision cut with stray wisps falling over his forehead. Physically fit, Spiros' manly body was clad in a white polo shirt and matching tennis shorts, which did much to offset his coloring and the masculine hairiness of those beefy thighs and muscular calves.

As the Stavros' stopped to exchange pleasantries with familiar faces, Spiros' gaze absently wandered over the shoulder of the other party guest to observe his teen-age son. Over this past summer Spiros' eyes had unexpectedly been opened to the talents possessed by the curly haired youth. For nineteen years he'd played the role of concerned and loving parent, proud of Petie's scholastic and athletic achievements. Never in all those years had he suspected his all-American son's darker side. In retrospect, he supposed that if he hadn't been awake that fateful night a few months ago when Petie silently padded into his parent's bedroom he might never have known the truth.

Spiros, like Petie, had trouble sleeping that night---although for entirely different reasons. Spiros was concerned about a troublesome client; Petie was just plain old horny. He wasn't quite sure why he feigned sleep when he observed the boy slip into the moonlit room, but Spiros' dark lashes quickly fluttered shut. To his knowledge, Petie had never come into the room at this time of night while the rest of the house slept. When he was a young boy Petie would often race down the hallway and crawl up into the bed when a night sound frightened him---but Petie was no longer a child easily manipulated by under-the-bed monsters and thunder storms. He was about to risk raising his eyelids a bit to discover what the kid was up to when he suddenly felt Petie's hot breath at his exposed underarm and distinctly heard the boy inhale through his nose. The fucking kid was sniffing his hairy pit! Still Spiros remained quiet, despite the fact that his heart was beating rapidly in his rising and falling chest. Soon he felt his son's face trailing over the contours of his hairy upper chest and had to stifle a shout (or would it have been a moan) when the prize basketball star latched on to a nipple with his wet tongue and began licking and sucking the nub to hardness.

Spiros could hardly believe what was happening! While his wife slept her sleep of the dead and his younger daughter was safely in her room down the hallway, his son was lustily manhandling his vulnerable body. And, from the way his thick Greek cock was reacting, Spiros knew he was perversely aroused. When Petie's mouth came up off his soaked man tit Spiros thought it might be all over---that the boy had had his curious fun---until he felt hands on his boxer shorts, unsnapping the flap and releasing his mammoth eight-plus inches of daddy meat. Spiros nearly gasped aloud when he felt Petie's wet tongue glide up the underside of his shaft and wash over his cock head. Daring to take the risk, Spiros allowed his eyes to open a slit allowing him a hazy-eyed view of his son unabashedly worshipping his manhood. Just when Spiros thought things couldn't get any more out of control, the teen slut surprised him again by gulping the entire length straight down his throat until his nose was buried in his father's pubes. It took all the effort he had not to squirm, sigh or bury his hands in Petie's curly hair and start fucking into his ravenous mouth.

The boy proceeded to give Spiros one of the best, deep throated blow jobs the man ever had---better even than those clandestine teen-age encounters he'd once shared with Brandon Davidson. Spiros gritted his teeth to avoid shouting out his ecstasy; it had been many long years since his prick had been so lovingly serviced. And then, just as unexpectedly as it started, the moment came to an abrupt end. Spiros was certain he was going to cream his son's tonsils and feed him a load of daddy spunk, but the boy suddenly pulled back. After what seemed like a long moment of indecision, Spiros detected Petie moving away and soon heard the click of his bedroom door down the hallway.

Spiros lay there for a few moments dumbfounded by what had just transpired. Never in a million years would he have suspected his all-star athlete son of being a cock sucker! Stroking his son-slicked erection he wondered how Petie had first been introduced to cock. The kid sucked like a pro, which meant he was no curious beginner. Spiros wondered who his son had serviced, faces and names the boy might have encountered flashing before his eyes as pre-cum oozed from his piss slit. The more he thought about his randy son going down on any number of man cocks, the hornier he became. Although he waged a silent battle with his own conscience (it was his son, after all) Spiros' raging male hormones ultimately won out. With a final reassuring glance at his comatose wife, Spiros swung his legs over the side of the bed and determinedly made his way down the hallway to Petie's room. By the time he reached the boy's door he had shucked his underwear and was gloriously naked. His hand rested on the knob for the briefest of moments before he turned it and stepped into his son's bedroom, hard-on leading the way.

Blood rushed through Spiros' temples at a furious pace as he stood there staring at the cute, good-looking and nicely toned teen writhing about in the sheets of his bed. Petie's eyes were screwed tightly shut, gnashing his teeth while his head thrashed from side to side as he furiously jerked his impressive rod and slammed a fat black butt plug in and out of his wet, gaping boy hole. In that instant, perhaps as a way of atoning for what he was about to do, Spiros stopped thinking of Petie as his own flesh and blood. The nineteen year old before his eyes was like any other horny cock whore who desperately needed to be fucked---and Spiros had the hot and hard necessary equipment at the ready. Petie appeared momentarily stunned when he looked over and saw his father standing there ogling him---and then his lusty eyes did a slow, seductive sweep of the handsome daddy's fit body. With a lecherous look in his coal black orbs, Spiros stepped forward and quickly crawled across the bed to settle in between Petie's widespread thighs. Taking hold of the plug, Spiros roughly yanked it out of his son's fuck hole and tossed it across the room. Before the black pleasure tool hit the floor he rammed his entire eight inches into Petie's well lubed shitter and proceeded to fuck him with reckless abandon.

Spiros literally pounded Petie with a crazed lust, convincing himself he was exacting a perverse form of punishment on the boy. But it seemed that the harder he thrust, the more Petie moved his ass to buck back against him. The teen slut obviously loved a nice, rough fuck! Both their bodies were liberally drenched in sweat by the time Spiros blew his first load way up inside Petie's rectum. After a few minutes of rest the handsome dark-haired man began to fuck again, this time with loving passion. As his long, thick cock pumped in slower, measured strokes he cradled the boy's cute face in his big hands and stared longingly into Petie's sex glazed eyes. Rubbing his grizzled cheeks against Petie's smooth skin his lips found their way to those of his one and only son. They kissed passionately, tongues working within each other's wet and hungry mouths. Their lips remained locked throughout their second explosive orgasm, Petie shooting his load up over his father's tight belly while the older man soaked the teen's bowels.

Spiros spent that entire night in his son's bed, arms encircling the boy pressed tight up against his body as they slept. In the morning he managed to tear himself away from his new sex toy and slipped between the covers next to his wife before she awoke, Petie's dried ass juices coating his penis and the boy's semen crusted on his chest. From that night on they had been fucking five out of seven nights a week, each time as adventurous and fulfilling as the last. Curious as he was, Spiros refrained from questioning Petie's extracurricular activities. While they fucked Petie ceased being his son; instead, the boy became his personal cum hole. Petie often wondered how Spiros would react if he knew that his own father, Nikos, had been deep-dicking him for well over a year! In his sexual fantasies he envisioned all three generations of Stavros' fucking and sucking together, culminating with both father and grandfather double-fucking him and spewing loads of family seed up his thirsty ass hole.

When not getting porked by his father or grandfather, neither of whom knew the true extent of Petie's incestuous summer, the curly haired Greek was busy fucking around with best buddy Cory and the identical blond Davidson twins. The twins were currently goofing around in the pool with the sixteen and seventeen year old nephews of Cathy Giagianno. Petie was half listening to Cory talking about his upcoming first year of college at NYU. He'd originally planned to attend a university deep in the heart of Texas, but his parents felt more comfortable with their son being closer to home. Petie managed the appropriate response at each break, but his attention was directed to the awesomely hot and macho stud attending the barbeque.

Petie's unfaltering obsession with study Ray Giagianno began that fateful afternoon he'd barged through the back door of the Giagianno home. Not that Petie made a habit of entering other people's homes uninvited, but his basketball partner (and fuck buddy) Joey's truck was parked out in front of the house. Of course, Petie had no way of knowing that the brothers switched vehicles earlier that day. When he bounded into the Giagianno kitchen calling out to an absent Joey, Petie was pleasantly surprised to discover a deliciously nude Ray, fresh from the shower, standing in the kitchen. Petie's teen cock rose instantly to attention, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable. Ray had never taken the basketball athlete for a cocksucker, but that afternoon his big meat was worshipped by the Greek teen. After receiving a royal fucking by the macho ethnic hunk, Petie was helplessly in love with the married man. After all the countless cocks his whore's mouth had sucked, after all the ramcharging his sweet ass had taken, Petie had found the man of his dreams---the man whom he'd give up all others for.

Unfortunately for Petie, Raymond wisely decided that his first fuck with his bro's pal should definitely be his last. There was far too much risk involved. Fooling around with Jon, a mature man, was one thing. But continuing to screw the next door neighbor's horny teenage grandson could only spell trouble down the line. Every time he ran into the boy from that point on he could read the puppy love in the cutie's eyes, but Ray forced himself to keep things platonic. Still, he could not forget how Petie moved that sweet ass while getting plowed or the masterful technique of his tongue on Ray's thick, manly rod.

Raymond was flipping burgers off the grill and onto buns for his boss' family when he saw Petie approaching through the crowd. His mouth went dry and he felt an unmistakable surge in his groin area as the teen drew near.

"Hey there, Petie," he greeted with a wide, adorable smile. "Glad you could come." Instantly he realized the error of his innocent statement.

Raymond's double entendre was far from lost on young Petie. "Hi Ray," he smiled in return and deliberately allowed his eyes to roam over Ray's muscular glistening torso. His long lashes raised back up to look at an obviously flustered Ray and he suggestively asked, "You got a big juicy hot dog there for me?"

Swallowing hard, Ray refused to avert his eyes from the bold boy and let him get the best of him. "Sure thing, Petie. Got one right here," he replied as he stabbed a frankfurter and encased it in a bun. Their eyes were locked in a duel until Petie broke a satisfied grin and, taking a bite from his dog, moved away. Ray let out a deep sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow. The kid was completely brazen to seduce him right there in his own back yard with family and friends present. As he watched the teen disappear into the crowd Ray's hazel eyes fixed on the material of the shorts hugging Petie's butt cheeks and his lips formed a secretive smile. There was no stronger aphrodisiac for the handsome husband than the danger of sexual discovery. Petie had just aptly stoked those coals, as attested to by the sudden swelling of Ray's excited cock. Concealing his crotch with a kitchen mitt, Ray willed his hardening prick to go down. Much as he tried to avoid Petie there was no mistaking that the Greek teen could easily turn him on.

A friendly slap on the back quickly brought Ray into focus. Turning his head, he looked into the good-looking face of his older bisexual buddy, Jon. Despite being in his late forties, Jon remained a strikingly handsome man with a roguish, devil-may-care attitude about him. Standing at about six feet tall, he was slightly over two hundred pounds of gym-chiseled musculature. With sparkling sky blue eyes, a smoothly shaven angular face, wide open smile and closely cropped salt and pepper hair, Jon had no problem attracting a bevy of beauties from both sexes. Up until this past summer Jon had been Ray's sole fuck buddy (with that one time exception of Petie Stavros). They fucked everywhere and anywhere, sometimes with Cathy only in the next room. They fucked on ski lifts, boat rides, in the back seat of their respective cars and, during Joey's wedding, in the reception hall bathroom. Jon was a sexual adventurer on par with Ray---and never left him unsatisfied. A good buddy to the very end.

"Damn, I know you're a kinky bastard," Jon was whispering huskily as he looked straight down at Ray's obvious protrusion. "But don't you think this is pushing it a little?"

Ray smiled sheepishly. "You know how it is with me. I just can't seem to keep the fucker down."

"Yeah, right! More'n likely you smelled me comin' through the gate," Jon teased. "If you want we can try crawlin' under one of them picnic tables and do it right under the feet of your old aunts and uncles. It's risky, but..... I know the way you like it."

Ray gave him a look. "I don't think so!"

"Fuckin' tease!" Jon muttered, his eyes sparkling at their exchange. "Tell you what. Like a faithful buddy I'll just stand here and block the beautiful view until you get yourself all calmed down. Say, what got you all horned up anyways?"

Ray thought again of Petie, his wet mouth and juicy asshole---which did nothing to abate his raging hard on. "You're right, Jon," he lied. "I saw you comin' through the gate, thought about that muscle ass of yours and WHAM! Instant hard on!'

Jon slapped him on one broad, rounded shoulder, allowing his hand to remain on the naked flesh longer than necessary. "Glad after all these years I still have that effect on you." Dropping his voice conspiratorially, he added, "Maybe later we can hook up. I could use a good fucking!"

Before Ray could respond they were interrupted by a slightly sloshed Cathy, who threw her arms around Jon to plant a big kiss on his cheek and failed to notice her always horny hubby's saluting soldier. Not that it would have phased her---Cathy Giagianno had become well acquainted with her husband's insatiable sexual appetite over the years. Although he'd sworn off other women after that one time she'd caught him red-handed before their marriage, she sometimes wondered how a virile man like Ray managed to curb his ever-present desires. To his credit, Ray had honestly kept his word: he'd never fucked another woman from that day forward.

Male fuck buddies, of course, were a completely different story.

One of them, Brandon Davidson, appeared in the yard holding a tray of homemade macaroni and cheese. Stopping by the pool for a moment to make his presence known to his bathing beauty sons, Brandon moved on to the deck to deposit his food contribution. Ray looked up from dishing out more burgers and dogs to observe Brandon, who had run into Nikos Stavros on his way out from a visit to the bathroom. Oh fuck, Ray thought, now this hard on will never go down!

After a long absence, Brandon returned to town for the funeral of his mother, who had "accidentally" fallen from an upper story window in the family house directly across the street from the Giagianno home. Perusing her records, Brandon made an astonishing discovery about his widowed mother: Hilda Davidson had an all-consuming attraction to the Giagianno husband, as attested to by numerous snapshots and secretly filmed videotapes of the stud. Brandon, himself a repressed bisexual, immediately echoed his mother's attraction and succeeded in seducing the macho stud. Like Petie, one time with the testosterone-laden "love god" and Brandon was completely smitten, so much so that he managed to extend his stay throughout the summer. On the pretext of helping Brandon upgrade the house for resale Ray was almost constantly across the street banging hell out of the blond's prostate. Many were the night when, as Cathy dozed off to sleep after a rousing lovemaking session, Ray would creep downstairs and across the street for another fuck session with Brandon. His big cock was still wet with his wife's pussy juice when he drove it balls deep up Brandon's gripping ass chute while the other man's teenage sons lay asleep in another part of the house.

The barbeque rolled along into the late afternoon hours, burgers and dogs replaced by chicken and spare ribs for the dinner hour. Everyone was having a great time, as they always did at a Giagianno picnic, dancing to the music supplied from Ray's extensive CD collection and becoming even more loose with the abundant spirits. A poker game broke out at the "old-timers" table with dollar bills as the wager. The latest fad in alcoholic "shots" were manufactured and sampled by the more daring---or by the already too-fucked-up-to-care. Cathy coerced her usually alcohol-free husband to sample a shot, which caused his body to shudder and his eyes water. They were good---but potent---especially for a non-drinker. After two more, Ray was walking around with glazed eyes and a happy-go-lucky, stupid smile plastered across his handsome face.

The liquor also seemed to make the horny husband friskier than usual. Suddenly he seemed to be more observant of the female flesh parading around his back yard in various stages of undress. One hot blond in particular piqued his interest above all others. The date of one of Cathy's co-workers, she was a sensuous broad with big hooters barely encased in a tube top and a nice, round ass peeking out of ultra-short denim shorts. Absently licking his lips, Ray mentally undressed the looker and, in his intoxicated state, debated breaking his vows of fidelity. He was about to saunter over and do a little flirting when his attention was diverted to the swimming pool by his bitch-on-wheels of a mother.

"Look at that! That boy really should be wearing more in public!" Mrs. Giagianno's current live-in boyfriend, nearly twenty years her junior and practically the same age as her eldest son, apparently didn't concur. Of course, he was as queer as all her other playthings, a fact obvious to pretty much everyone except Mrs. G.

Curious to see what had gotten his mother all worked up this time, Ray glanced at the pool just in time to see Petie Stavros bouncing on the diving board clad in a revealing Speedo suit. For the briefest of moments the curly haired teen turned to look directly at a booze-enhanced Ray, their eyes locking in that moment before he dove into the refreshing water where he splashed and rough housed with the Davidson twins. Feeling that familiar stirring in his loins, Ray found himself a spot to sit for a spell and recuperate. The fucking kid was doing his damnedest to turn him on----and it was working!

The minutes rolled lazily by. Joey, with a little beer under his belt, got into an argument with his sister's low life boy friend (and father of her baby), Javier. They nearly came to blows before being separated by the Giagianno's father and one of his Italian New York brothers. Jon was secretly amused, he being the only one privy to the fact that Joey unknowingly sucked Javier's thick Puerto Rican prick through a glory hole at his own bachelor's party a few months back.

A few of the older folk left, but for the most part the party-goers were determined to remain to the end. A horseshoe toss came together in one corner of the back lawn while the poker tournament continued under the canopy. Other than the brief Joey/Javier incident, everyone remained happy and festive. Even the long-divorced Mr. and Mrs. Giagianno appeared to be getting along (since he'd wisely decided to keep his opinions about her latest boy friend to himself). Joey's wife Tracy, not usually a partier, appeared to be having herself a grand time as she tossed back shots with her ever-present best friend Samantha. Watching his wife loosen up, Joey was hopeful that tonight perhaps---and finally---he would get laid. Up to now, Tracy Kim had not been all that accommodating in the marriage bed and Joey was becoming understandably more and more frustrated---to the point that he'd begun considering seeking out one of his former fuck buddies.

With beach towel wrapped low around his trim waist, Petie was sinking his teeth into a succulent piece of barbequed chicken when Cory sidled up next to him on the picnic bench appearing extremely excited.

"Dude," he nudged Petie with a strong forearm. "You're not gonna believe it! That kid Ryan...the surfer-looking kid...he's a player...told me so himself! Eighteen years old and two beers later he was spilling it all! Seems like him and some of his buddies goof around kind of like you and me. So I ask him if he wants to maybe have some fun and he's like, 'Yeah, sure dude!' We're goin' down by the creek. Wanna come?"

It was a tempting offer; Ryan had caught his eye early on in the day. But, gazing over at the hunk of man flesh hosting the party, Petie knew he had much bigger fish to fry.

"Maybe I'll catch up with you later on," Petie replied slowly, his sex-glazed eyes visually stripping Ray of his low-slung shorts and Joe Boxers. Cory attempted to visually follow his gaze, but there was a bevy of potential man flesh in his line of vision---far too many to zero in on the object of Petie's wanton desires.

Leaning closer to Petie, Cory's long bangs brushed against the other teen's face as he huskily whispered into his ear. "Don't know which one you're gunnin' for dawg, but from that look in your eyes---Lawd help that unsuspecting stud!" And with the flash of a brilliant smile, Cory slapped him on the back and was gone.

Bending down to retrieve a long-necked bottle from the ice-packed cooler next to him, Petie took a long drag of the beer and observed an intoxicated Ray positively beaming as he chatted with that big-breasted blond bimbette in the sudden absence of her collegiate boy friend. Taking another long gulp from the bottle, Petie cut through the crowd and, unfastening the towel from his waist and tossing it over a vacated chair, stealthily advanced on the two interlopers.

Darkly handsome Spiros Stavros, like most everyone else, was enjoying the neighborhood barbeque. His wife, never one to be a pain in the ass clinging vine, had disappeared into the crowd almost from the time of their arrival and was more than likely gabbing with any of the women folk she knew. And, if she didn't know them, Anna Stavros was certain to make their acquaintance. Sprios' attractive bride loved to talk....and talk....and talk....

Spiros had spent the better part of the first hour in the company of his parents, then moved on to socialize with the Giagianno family, whom he'd known almost from the time they'd taken over the house on Mansgrove Lane. Over the years he'd become well acquainted with Ray and Cathy's respective families and friends from similar gatherings, so Spiros was hardly at a loss for good male company while his wife played social butterfly.

The arrival of Brandon Davidson, his childhood chum from across the street, forced a rush of pleasant memories to momentarily distract the handsome Greek. Brandon, like himself, still looked fine---marriage had done little to ravage their good looks and manly physiques. Brandon was as tall, blond and muscular as ever. Spiros felt a sudden surge in his crotch in those moments before Brandon spotted him in the mob of partiers. Snatching up two beers, Spiros met his old jack-off buddy midway. There hadn't been much time at Hilda's services to do more than offer condolences, so Spiros was pleasantly surprised to learn Brandon was still in town. They spent the better part of the afternoon drinking beers, reliving old times and catching up on lost years.

Under the hot August sun the two men, like most others, had already stripped to the waist. As they talked they appraised the other's glistening torso---Brandon's smooth and muscular in comparison to Spiros' hairy chest. Brandon absently licked his lips as he zeroed in on the treasure trail leading into the depths of Spiros' shorts, looking up quickly to catch the knowing grin on Spiros' face. Neither man had forgotten the untamed pleasure he'd once derived from the other's body.

Over Brandon's strong, broad shoulder Spiros caught sight of his son making his way through the throng of bodies toward the barbeque pit. He realized, as the boy's father, he should probably be embarrassed by Petie's lack of attire---the sexy pup was still cavorting around in nothing more than his racing Speedo. Spiros was certain the boy's earlier performance on the diving board was meant strictly for him. His son was a wicked cock tease. While Sprios knew what he was doing with his son might be considered wrong it felt so right that he was powerless to stop himself. His son was undoubtedly the hottest fuck he'd ever had---and the handsome Greek didn't know how he'd survive when Petie went off to college in a few weeks

"Spiros?" the blond man's voice brought him out of his reverie and Spiros suddenly realized he was standing there with a blazing hard on pressing against the front of his shorts.

"What's that?" he asked as he refocused on the other man.

"I suggested we take a little stroll over to my folk's place," Brandon repeated, his midnight blue eyes burning through the strained material covering Spiros' tented crotch. "Looks like we both could use a break."

Digging hands deep in his pockets to conceal his obvious erection from anyone else, Spiros smiled crookedly. "Gorgeous intelligent wife and two good-looking teenage sons haven't changed you, have they?"

"I've only recently re-explored some of those old familiar feelings," Brandon allowed. "You know how it is. Marriage doldrums set in....the kids are grown...."

"Yeah, I know how it is," Spiros admitted with a far away look in his dark eyes, observing his firecracker of a son again and noticing for the first time the beer bottle in Petie's hand. Apparently drinking was another habit his son had picked up in Florida. Spiros made a mental note to speak with his son about the perils of alcohol later tonight, after he'd fucked the slut senseless.

"So!"" Brandon prodded. "Shall we?"

Spiros shifted his attention to Brandon, more carefully observing the good-looking man. When last together they had been mere teenagers, same as their own sons now were. The thought of making it as adults suddenly filled Spiros with a heated rush of powerful exhilaration and raw desire.

"Lead the way, stud," he growled. Before he knew it they slipped away from the party, crossed the street and mounted the stairs to the Davidson porch. Turning the key in the lock Brandon opened his home to the handsome Greek who'd spent many a day there so many years back. Had either of them glanced toward the end of the block, they might have caught Cory and Ryan stepping onto a well-worn path and disappearing into the brush, each with stolen beer bottle in hand.

At Petie's approach, the blond nymph with brown nipples showing through her tube top gave Petie's swimmer's body an appreciative sweep of her eyes before excusing herself and moving away. Standing before a glassy-eyed Ray in little more than a swatch of material covering his major assets, Petie formed his lips around the neck of the bottle and seductively allowed them to travel down to the swell before tipping his head back and gulping down the remainder of the beer. Slowly removing the bottle with lips still tightly wrapped around the neck, pretty Petie put on a blatant visual display. With sluttish eyes trained on a heavily perspiring Ray, he proceeded to lick the neck of the bottle as if he were cleaning a dick after sloppy sex.

"That's fuckin' it!" Ray growled, hoping no one else had caught Petie's overt act. "Get your ass in the house---NOW!"

With a satisfied smile, Petie set down the bottle and, turning on his heel, made a show of his tight ass as he moved toward the back deck and stepped inside the house. Swiping the back of one big hand across his brow, Ray scratched a solid pec and reached for a cold beer. Already fucked up from the lethal shots, his inhibitions were completley out the door. Downing the cold liquid in three swallows he belched loudly, set the bottle down and made his way to the house. Naturally there was much stop and go as he was forced into a few words with many of the guests but, ultimately, Ray made it up to the deck and through the back door of his home.

An aunt from Cathy's side of the family was crossing through the kitchen, probably from a trip to the toilet, so Ray made a play of retrieving something from the fridge. They exchanged a few pleasantries before she moved on to the back yard. A quick inspection of the living room and front parlor revealed no sign of Petie on that floor. Reaching the bottom of the front staircase, an almost primal sneer crossed Ray's handsome face as he paused a moment with hand on balustrade looking upward. Then, slowly and purposefully, he mounted the staircase leading to an upper landing. Pausing at the top, he looked both ways before padding down to the slightly ajar door to the master bedroom where a black Speedo dangled from the knob. Placed the palm of one hand against the door, he pushed.

Petie Stavros was down on all fours across the Giagianno marriage bed with his ass raised high and inviting, looking over his shoulder at the hunky he-man he craved above all others. Leaving the tell-tale Speedo on the knob, Ray stepped into the room and dangerously left the door open behind him. Hooking thumbs under the hem of his shorts, he peeled both them and underwear down in one fluid movement and, with dripping erection, moved toward the bed. Moving quickly, he grasped Petie under the armpits and effortlessly flipped the boy onto his back. Then, sliding him down to the edge of the mattress so that his curly head was dangling down, Ray stepped up to him. Bracing his powerful, hairy legs to either side of Petie's head, he grasped the overhead canopy bar for support and thrust his meaty girth between the Greek youth's widely parted lips.

Petie moaned sexily around the big, tasty cock stuffing his face and squirmed excitedly on the Giagianno bed. He'd waited a long time for this moment---had almost given up hope---and now relished in his victory. Ray's mammoth member tasted of sweat and manly musk; it was exactly as Petie remembered it, the most succulent hunk of meat he'd ever tasted. His eyes rolled up in their sockets dreamily as the glistening beauty pumped into his appreciative wet mouth. Talented cock hound that he was, Petie sucked on the thick shaft as it glided over his tongue and teased his ovula, then tightened his lips around the swollen girth on the out stroke. His hands reached back to run over Ray's powerful, hairy thighs and grasp the muscular mounds of his heaving ass.

"Is this what you wanted, Petie?" Ray barked huskily as he thrust his pelvis back and forth, fucking the teen's Greek mouth. Considerably loosened up by the alcohol he'd consumed, Ray lost the battle of restraint he'd waged since first encountering Petie in his kitchen all those months ago. All that near-naked flesh cavorting around in his back yard, the blond with her youthful tits barely contained by that stretched-to-the-max tube top and Petie's whoreish teasing combined with the "shooters" proved too much for a man with Ray's overactive hormones.

"Always lookin' at me like I'm buck naked....checkin' out my bulge....wigglin' your ass around like a cheap whore in front of my fam'ly and friends....you been askin' for it for a long time. Just hope you're ready for what you started!" Bearing down, Ray thrust his hips forward with renewed force and slammed the entirety of his colossal cock stalk down Petie's throat. With the teen's head dangling down over the edge of the mattress he was in perfect position to have his throat pleasurably ravaged. Ray showed no mercy, ram charging his huge, perfect cock helmet as deep into Petie's yawning cavern as was humanly possible. His big, bloated balls slapped Petie in the face and threatened to blacken his eyes. As scrotum hairs tickled his nose, Petie piggishly inhaled the sweaty aroma of Ray's manly crotch. His own teen prick was painfully rigid and leaking a stream of pre-cum onto his tight belly.

Ray's big hands gripped the canopy cross bar, the strong muscles in his arms flexed as he powerfully face fucked the basketball champ. Trickles of sweat ran through the deeply indented cleavage between his solid pectorals and trailed down over his heaving, ripped torso. His hardened ass cheeks dimpled with each deliberate thrust and calf muscles strained as he raised to his toes. Ray was a liquored-up fuck machine, a man who'd been fucked with by a cock-teasing kid and was now delivering a taste of his own medicine. Not that Petie minded; the cute, curly-haired Greek teen was getting exactly what he wanted. And the fact that they were doing it right there in the bed where the sexy stud fucked his own wife only served to heighten Petie's arousal. His mouth was a wet, gaping trench, begged to pleasure the handsome, macho buck he'd coveted for so long.

At the same time that Petie was gorging on nine inches of ethnic sausage, the other Giagianno brother came into the house. On slightly unsteady feet, Joey made his way through the lower floor toward the bathroom, only to find it already occupied. After all the beer he'd consumed, Joey needed to take a wicked piss. Sitting down heavily on a chair in the front parlor, he thrust strong, soccer player legs out in front of him, crossed powerful arms over his broad chest and shut his eyes for a moment. He knew he'd drank a lot, but that's what barbeques were all about. Boozing it up, chowing down, having lots of fun---and paying for it tomorrow. If he intended to attempt to get a piece of ass tonight Joey knew he should have stopped drinking long ago. But, fuck it! Tracy Kim had barely given him any up to now so what made him think just because she downed a few tequilas she was gonna open up her thighs any more easily. He wasn't about to forsake his good time for the off-chance that she might possibly be a little bit willing to satisfy his sexual frustration.

Joey was wondering what in fuck was taking so long in the toilet when he detected a sound coming from upstairs. It sounded like a grunt, then a moan. Raising his head, he listened again to be certain he hadn't imagined it. There it was again! Sounded like a guy groaning. Wrinkling one thick brow, Joey forced himself to his feet and moved over to the staircase. Resting one big, work-calloused hand on the balustrade, he looked upward and paused again with ear cocked. Several seconds passed and Joey was about to write it off as his imagination---or the countless bottles of beers he'd downed---when he distinctly heard it again. A muffled male sound. Either someone was hurt---or someone was getting laid upstairs in his brother's house! Licking thick, succulent lips, Joey mounted the stairs and began his ascent to the second floor.

Directly across the street in the Davidson home Brandon lay on his back across his mother's bed. Holding his solid legs back and apart under the knee joints, his blond head thrashed back and forth on the fluffy pillows from the things the other man was doing to him. Spiros Stavros was on his knees before him, nude body hunched over with hairy-knuckled palms pressed against Brandon's creamy thighs while he sloppily ate out his ass. Spiros' long tongue lapped up and down the length of Brandon's fuzz-lined crack, the tip teasing the wrinkled folds of his pulsing anus. The blond man's trench was sloppy wet from Spiros' spittle, making the trail nicely slick. Spiros' tongue glided over each slope of Brandon's crevice, then straight down center, teasing the sensitive flesh with his late afternoon stubble.

Brandon slowly stroked his own manly cock, slapping it against Spiros' forehead as the other man zeroed in on the tasty target. Spiros probed the petals of Brandon's shitter, coaxing them to blossom for him. Brawny Brandon was all manly sighs, delighting in the darker toned stud's ministrations. When they'd first arrived at the house and stripped, Brandon greedily sucked down Spiros' already hard cock, anxious to make up for all those lost years. Brandon sucked him with gusto, quite surprised when Spiros soon flipped him onto his back and began licking his ditch. The handsome Greek never did that when they were experimental teens!

Spiros always loved to eat pussy; in their prime, he'd brought his wife to multiple orgasms with his oral enthusiasm. Curiosity led him to scarf down on his son's ass hole at about their third session before he fucked him into oblivion; Spiros found the scents and flavors of another male body wickedly exhilarating. Brandon was the first adult male he'd devoured and he intended to show his childhood friend all the things he'd recently learned. Curling his tongue into a cone, he diligently tunneled his way through Brandon's quivering ass lips and slipped inside the man's warm ass.

"Ah, yeah!" Brandon sighed, grasping a fist full of Spiros' dark hair and shoving the man's face against him. Spiros' wet tongue snaked around inside Brandon, licking along the walls of his hole and digging deep. Brandon tasted rich and manly and Spiros was completely aroused. His hard cock was bobbing between his spread thighs, oozing rich pre-cum onto the bed sheets. With lips pressed against Brandon's pucker he noisily sucked on the gaping man hole while his tongue burrowed inside, causing Brandon to squirm about. Mouthfuls of spittle worked their way into the blond man, making his chute nicely wet. It seemed as if Spiros couldn't get enough of his hole; he kept licking, sucking, chewing and gnawing like a pig in rut until Brandon thought sure he would cum just from the raunchy rimming.

Leaning back, Spiros hungrily smacked his lips as he ogled the freshly eaten man hole of his boyhood buddy. His face sopping wet with Brandon's ass juices, the sexed-up Greek absently wiped the back of a hand across his mouth. His dark eyes were twin coals twinkling with the forbidden thrill of chowing down on another man's succulent snatch. Brandon had been a great fuck buddy when they were inexperienced teens and appeared to be even more promising in adulthood. Spitting a healthy gob directly onto Brandon's pucker he began working it around the fuck mouth with two thick fingers. Throwing his head back heavily against the pillows, Brandon groaned when the hairy chested Greek slid both fingers inside, working the slop around his channel. Spiros finger fucked him down to the last knuckle, twisting and turning his digits around expanding the tight man hole. Brandon sighed heavily when Spiros withdrew his fuck tools, brought them up to his lips and licked Brandon's ass juice from his fingers as he stared lustily into the other man's sex glazed eyes. Spitting heavily into his palm he smeared it over Brand's hole and this time thrust three big fingers into the squirming stud. Brandon grabbed hold of Spiros' wrist, stroking it like some huge cock while the dark-eyed Greek lewdly manhandled him.

"Been a long time," Spiros spoke, taking hold of Brandon's eight-and-a-half inches with his free hand while he worked his fingers inside the blond man's puss. "You've sure changed a lot since then---we both have."

"Yeah," Brandon breathed heavily. "You've grown into one hot looking fuck! Hope that little wife of yours appreciates what she's got."

"Not enough to give a man what he wants when he wants it." Spiros smiled sexily as he stroked Brandon's dribbling cock and fingered his hot hole. "Something tells me it's the same for you, probably for all us guys married long as we've been. Cunts want to only put out on anniversaries, think that's enough for us men---and then wonder why we wander. That's why it's good to have a buddy to fall back on---why I'm glad as hell to see you back in town, Brand, old boy."

Brandon cocked his head to one side, grinning back at the handsome Greek. "And I'm sure glad I decided to stay. Didn't realize how much I've been missing bonding with other guys 'til this summer. Found me a fuck buddy right here in my home town an' I don't care if the wife stays in France indefinitely."

"A fuck buddy? Right here in town?" Spiros' thick eyebrows raised in interest. "Do tell, my man."

"Sorry buddy," Brandon replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and cocked back his muscular arms to rest his head in the palms of his hands, quite enjoying the conversation while the other man played with his ample goodies. "I don't fuck and tell."

Spiros slid a fourth finger alongside the others and more forcefully crammed his hand into Brandon's love glove. His thick thumb dug into the blond's downy perineum, causing his slippery rod to ooze even more spooge. "I'll bet I could get it out of you real easy, you hot looking stud."

Panting from the naughty treatment being delivered to his stretched ass hole, Brandon's tongue worked between his wet lips. "Doesn't fucking matter now anyway. He's a great fuck but it's you I've wanted---been wanting all these years. Thought about you all the time, even when I was fucking Greta. Lately it seems the only way I can get it up to bang her---on those rare occasions---is to think about the good times we used to have. And to look at you now---shit! You're all filled out---thicker---and lookin' so damned fine!"

"I've been wanting to fuck you ever since the day I saw you at the funeral," Spiros confessed. "You've matured real nice yourself, you know. Handsome as ever, great fuckin' body and, from the way your ass is suckin' at my hand, hot and horny as you were way back then."

"So then why don't you stop all this jawin' and do somethin' about it?" Brandon challenged.

Releasing Brand's shaft, Spiros worked up a mouthful of saliva. Dropping his charcoal stubbled chin, the Greek hunk released the trail of spittle from his lips and watched it land on his meaty target standing at full attention. While he smeared the natural lube over and around his thick girth Spiros spat once again at Brandon's moist, inviting hole and worked it around the blond's expectant butt lips.

"This is gonna be sweet," he muttered huskily as he pressed his fat head against Brand's pink pucker, leaned into him and easily slid inside his chum. He went deep, plunging his spit-shined shaft all the way until he bottomed out. Throwing his head back with a guttural sigh, Spiros rested a moment and enjoyed the sensation of Brandon's steamy rectum sucking at his buried boner. Brandon's strong arms came up along his flanks and encircled his masculine body, pulling him closer. Their eyes locked in that initial moment of passion before Spiros pounced, crushing his mouth against Brandon's and hungrily devouring him. Their wet lips were bruised with the ferocity of their manly kiss, tongues sloppily rolling in and out of each other's cavity. Spiros' hips began to move, thrusting his slab of man meat in and out of the grasping chute. Brandon met each one of his measured strokes head on, throwing his granite ass back to take each ball slapping plunge. He felt every inch of the burning erection throbbing with unbridled desire inside his squirming ass and worked it as if he'd been fucking for years.

"Feels so....fucking good....inside you....." Spiros managed, pumping his full length through the other man's steamy ass pussy.

"Ah, yeah, Spiros. Give me that big fuckin' cock!" Brandon's hunky body writhed beneath him on the sheets of his mother's bed. "My ass is yours...from now on. Fuck me like I'm your whore, you sexy sonofabitch!"

And Spiros did. Rising up on his toes the darker man pulled his cock entirely out of Brandon's fuck hole, poising it there menacingly for a moment before slamming back into the yawning mouth. His bloated ball bag slapped loudly against Brandon's upraised butt cheeks as his cock head was buried way up inside the sexed-up man. The big tool twitched wildly against the seared walls of Brandon's gyrating ass as he yanked it out, only to quickly plunge back in. In a matter of minutes both randy studs were sweating profusely, their muscular bodies glistening as they rediscovered long neglected passions of the past. In their wanton rutting they were totally oblivious to the party going on across the street...or the simple fact that in their haste to paw at each other they had overlooked locking the front door...

Down by the creek in the woods at the end of Mansgrove Lane, Cory Evans sat back against a fallen tree with his arms lazily stretched across the bark. Thoroughly nude, his clothes lay in a bundle off to one side of the grassy knoll. A ray of sunlight cut through the tall trees to spotlight his stocky, youthful body lounging there in all its muscular splendor. Eighteen year old Ryan Sullivan lay belly down between Cory's outstretched legs corded with sinewy muscle from his daily bicycle trek delivering the neighborhood's newspaper. Ryan was completely awestruck by the sizeable weapon rising from Cory's white-blond pubes; he'd never seen one that big on a teen before! Not that he had a whole lot to compare it to, but none of his buddies could come close to the juicy giant sprouting from Cory's steamy crotch. The cute newspaper boy with those Prince Valiant bangs and sky blue eyes was hung like a freakin' horse!

"You like my dick?" Cory coaxed, pressing a thumb against his mighty appendage and allowing it to snap heavily back against his taut belly.

"Dude, I ain't ever seen one so big!" the freckle-cheeked Irish lad marveled.

"Think you can handle it?" Cory pressed. "Cos it sure needs a nice wet mouth to suck on it for a while."

He wasn't sure he would be able to get much of it into his mouth, but Ryan certainly had no intention of turning down the opportunity. Ogling the humongous hunk of teen flesh just inches from his face, Ryan recalled his indoctrination into buddy sex. At fifteen, he had been flogging his boy meat for a good three years and was reasonably certain his friends were doing the same. Ryan was tight with Ricky and Tito; they hung out after school most every day on the fenced-in neighborhood basketball court shooting hoops, smoking pilfered cigarettes and shooting the shit. One early spring afternoon, all sweated up and resting from a b-ball match, they were talking about the girls in school---Ricky was fascinated with Chandra Smith's big boobs, Tito had the carnal desire to eat blond cheerleader Pammy Davenport's snatch and Ryan just wanted to throw a good old fashioned fuck to his sophomore English teacher. Their mutual sexual confessions got all the boys aroused and groping at their swollen crotches until Ryan announced he had to get his ass home and pound his pud. He was mildly surprised when Tito suggested they sneak into an abandoned building a few blocks down and jerk off together.

Their first jerk-off session was an eye-opener for Ryan. He'd seen other school mates nude in the gym showers before, but never with a blazing hard-on. Watching Ricky and Tito fisting their teen rods was a turn-on and, from the way they were looking at him (and each other) Ryan had the idea they were enjoying the show, too. Ryan got off like never before watching jets of cum erupt from his buddies' dicks. The boys made it a ritual, often sneaking out to their hideaway with beer and cigarettes stolen from their parents, quickly stripping down and jerking off.

They were only into their third week of play time when black Tito surprised them all by reaching over and wrapping his hand around Ricky's Puerto Rican cock. While he stroked a stunned Ricky's engorged boy meat he urged Ryan to come closer and test the waters. With wide-eyed innocence, Ryan hastily scooted up to his buds and gingerly reached out to touch Tito's dark meat. It felt warm and alive in his hand. As he began to fist it much like he would do his own, he felt a hand tighten around his own woodie and saw that Ricky had gotten into the action. The three boys proceeded to buddy jerk each other through thunderous climaxes.

Tito was the one to suggest a friendly little blow job and Ryan was his first choice of mouths to go down on his black meat. Figuring he'd already boyhandled his buddy and gotten Tito's cum all over his hands, it wouldn't make that much of a difference if he sucked on his buddy's joint for awhile. Besides, it wasn't as if any of them were queer; they were just guys goofing around and helping each other out. But, after one taste of Tito's stiff prick, Ryan was hooked! His initial outing might not have been the best of blow jobs, but Ryan gave with gusto. Tito was muttering all kinds of nasty sex words which became quickly muffled when Ricky stuffed his slick chorizo between the black teen's thick lips and forcefully fucked his face. They went back and forth on each other: Tito sucking Ryan, Ryan sucking Ricky, Ricky double sucking Tito and Ryan until all three blew mighty loads. Ryan got his first mouthful of cum that day and immediately acquired the favored taste.

The three remained tight to this day. Even when Ricky got mixed up with some Dominican cunt in their Junior year, he made certain to make time to hang out with his homies. Same with Tito, who was banging a white trash housewife seven years older than him while her blue collar hubby worked the night shift; he still hooked up with Ricky and Ryan for mutual jacking and cock sucking. As for Ryan, in those final months prior to graduation, he'd caught a case of puppy love over the O'Brien girl who recently moved onto the block. She was cute, fun and a little on the wild side, leaving Ryan reasonably sure he'd get himself some pussy before the year was out. Not that it would ever stop him from getting a little cock on the side from his best buddies. Girls were alright sometimes, but dudes knew how to really take care of each other.

Mesmerized by Cory's swaying python, Ryan knew well enough that Ricky and Tito couldn't even begin to measure up to the hot looking blond. It was hard to determine just how much healthy cock was pointing skyward but Ryan knew it certainly beat the seven inches straining against the front of his baggy shorts and digging into the earth beneath him. As if it weren't enough that Cory was a gorgeous looking fucker fully clothed, it was a down right crime he should also be so fabulously endowed. It was a fact shared by a number of women---not to mention a smattering of men---along his paper route, which enabled Cory Evans to depart for college in a few weeks with a nice amount of spending money.

"So you gonna suck me off or what?" the thick lipped blond prodded. "I'm real fuckin' horny right now and if you don't do it I'm gonna find someone who will."

Ryan quickly elbowed himself in closer between Cory's beefy thighs and, grasping the pulsing monument around its base, sucked the ridged helmet into his mouth. His first taste of Cory made him purr deep in his throat and roll his eyes upward; it was that familiar fresh flavor of ripe teen cock. He sucked on the perfect bulb, washing slick saliva over the bloated glans and running his tongue around and under the rubbery rim. Cory reached out to place a hand behind Ryan's head, his fingers entangled in the other boy's longish, wavy locks as he encouraged him on. Ryan was sucking with fervor, flicking his tongue all over the wet head now and forcing the tip between the deep folds of Cory's piss hole. Soon rewarded with a first wave of pre-cum, Ryan moaned appreciatively as the sweet juice pleasantly washed over his taste buds. He swished it around inside his mouth as he successfully coaxed more heady nectar to sprout from Cory's slit and then swallowed it all down into his belly. Cory's lube tasted nicely rich, not at all tart like Tito's often did, and he found himself wanting more.

The Irish teen went to town on the newspaper boy's tasty cock head, mouthing it like an obsessed cock pig while both hands went to work stroking the huge shaft. The kid surely liked dick, Cory quickly surmised. He was secretly pleased Petie had begged off from the invitation to join them; he wouldn't have to share rowdy Ryan with anyone. With his fingers intertwined in the freckle-faced teen's hair, Cory applied more pressure and successfully slipped more of his fat cock into Ryan's working mouth. He wanted to see how seasoned a cock sucker the surfer-boy-wannabe really was---how far he was willing to go. Lying there between Cory's legs with his still-clothed body squirming around on the grassy knoll, Ryan looked up into the beautiful blue eyes of the other boy as he feasted on fat, throbbing dick. He was fucking a good third of the mighty weapon between his wide-spread lips now, all the while tonguing boy juice from the head and lustily gulping it down his throat.

Releasing Ryan's bobbing head (as if he ever really needed to hold him in place), Cory reached out to take hold of the lad's tank top and pull it off his body. Ryan raised his arms and released Cory's cock just long enough to assist him in removing the garment, hastily gulping the leaking monster down to the back of his throat as if he feared it would get away. Cory ran his hands over Ryan's exposed flesh, reaching under to take hold of his hardened nipples and tease them between his fingers. The kid wasn't overly muscular, but he had a nice little swimmer's physique. And, from the way his head was moving around attacking Cory's fuck stick from all angles, Cory could tell Ryan liked being handled by the dude he was pleasuring. His eyes zeroed in the swell of creamy, rounded butt cheeks peeking out from under Ryan's shorts and, licking his thick lips, wondered if the boy fucked as well.

He had his foot on the second step when a booming voice bellowed out "JOEY!" Startled, Joey Giagianno looked over to see Uncle Vito exiting the wash room with a big, drunken grin on his face.

"Joey, boy! Where you been all afternoon, huh?" his father's brother grinned expansively with outstretched arms. "I ain't seen you all fuckin' day! How's the married life treatin' you, eh?"

Joey took one more look to the top of the stairs and then, turning on his heel, stepped down the staircase to give his uncle a firm, manly hug.

"Hey, Uncle Vito, I seen you outside but you was busy shootin' the shit with ev'rybody. Too many people here to say hi to every one, ya know what I mean?" Joey was still feeling the effects of all the beer he'd so far drank. "Listen, Uncle Vito, I gotta take a wicked piss. Why'nt you hang out on the deck right outside and I'll be out soon as I let go of some of this beer and we can bullshit over another cold one?"

Uncle Vito slapped Joey on the back. "You go piss, Joey, afore somebody else gets in there. I ain't goin' nowheres." Joey was in the john and hauling out his cock before Uncle Vito got halfway across the room. By the time he finished relieving his bladder he'd completely forgotten about the foreign sounds coming from upstairs and spent the next half hour pretending to his uncle that marriage was the best thing ever to have happened to him.

Upstairs and down the corridor in the master bedroom, Ray was forcefully face fucking Petie Stavros with reckless abandon. He had no idea how close he'd come to being discovered by his hero worshipping younger brother. The two were so engrossed in their heated rutting that they'd barely heard Joey and his uncle at the bottom of the stairway. Alcohol seemed to have turned Ray into a raging sex machine; his entire being centered on his big cock ravaging the curly haired trollop's slick throat. Repeatedly his pelvis thrust against Petie's face, manjamming all nine inches of his juicy giant down the cute teen's gaping gullet. His pearl white teeth were clenched together tightly and there was a look of malevolence on his handsome, sweat-drenched face as he bucked and thrust into the warm, wet cavity. The muscles in his arms strained from clinging to the cross bar so long and his thick, hairy legs quivered from carrying their burden.

Suddenly yanking his sex tool from Petie's abused mouth, Ray threw himself across the bed and scooted up to rest against the head board. Spreading muscular hairy thighs wide apart and bending his legs slightly at the knee, he motioned Petie over with one thick finger.

"Get over here and eat my dick, bitch!" he snarled. With a satisfied grin on his soaked face, Petie scooted across the bed and between Ray's thighs in record time. Burying his face in the married man's sweaty ball sac, Petie sucked at the hairy bag and successfully swallowed both low hangers into his mouth. Chewing on the sac, Petie watched the colossal cock towering above his forehead jerk excitedly and emit another wave of creamy pre-fuck juice. Petie rolled each nut around with his tongue and noisily sucked on the bloated bag which filled his man hungry mouth.

"That's it, boy! Suck on those fuckin' nuts! Get that cum all heated up so I can shoot it down your throat!" Ray's ass was grinding against the bed, proving to Petie how much he liked the treatment. But Petie wasn't anywhere near ready to have the sexy fucker blow his load just yet. Much as he wanted to get back down on that scrumptious sausage, Petie knew it wouldn't take much for Ray's loaded cannon to begin firing hot ammo. Instead, he opted to venture a little to the south.

Letting the soaked scrotum fall from his mouth, Petie held it back with the palm of his hand and tongued Ray's hot perineum. Hearing a low groan from the man, Petie lapped more heatedly in that special, secret area between ball sac and ass hole, plastering the dark hairs against Ray's skin.

"You wanna eat my ass, Petie? Huh? Is that what you wanna do? Here, slut! I'll fuckin' make it easy for you." Ray raised his hairy legs and pulled them in close, holding himself in the joint behind his knee caps. Petie sighed, momentarily stunned by the unobstructed view of Ray's beautifully masculine ass and hairy man hole. Placing a hand on each granite buttock, Petie buried his face into the crack, licking up and down the length of Ray's steamy ditch. Soaking the hairy crevice with his spittle and then slurping up the combined sweat and manly ass juices, Petie deeply inhaled the intoxicating aromas emanating from the married man's nether regions. His tongue swirled around Ray's puckered man hole and felt those pink lips pulsing outward at his lusty touch.

Squeezing his eyes tightly shut and clenching his chiseled jaw, Ray threw his head back against the pillows with a guttural moan. Ever since bi buddy Jon first chowed down on his hunky hole Ray had become a slut for a hot tongue gliding between his ass cheeks. Petie was licking up his crack like some kind of hungry puppy and making all kinds of nasty slurping sounds as he feasted. The fucking kid was mad about him, that much was for sure, and Ray was just inebriated enough to let the curly-haired fuck have his way. He might have avoided Petie since their initial assignation in the kitchen but their current reunion was assuring the teen a more permanent position in big Ray's sex life.

With a thumb to either side of the grown man's hairy hole, Petie centered all his attention on the tangy target. His tongue worked quickly and diligently, worming its way through Ray's tight ass lips until he'd successfully breached the virgin hole. Panting heavily, he licked far up into the butch ass hole. His cute face was literally buried between Ray's muscular cheeks as he excavated the masculine stud's rectum.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah! Fuck, Petie! Eat that fuckin' hole!" Ray's took hold of the back of Petie's curly head with both hands and trapped him within the sweaty spread of his ass. The more the boy's wet tongue burrowed into him, the looser Ray's man hole became. Soon his tangy ass lips were pulsating inward and outward, fucking Petie's young driving tongue. Petie groaned lustily and gave Ray his all, eating him from the inside out like a sex charged mad man.

While his tongue slipped around inside Ray's slimy butt hole, Petie reached a hand under his own cock and balls and thrust two long fingers up his sweat-soaked boy hole. Gripped by an overpowering lust, his digits rammed in and out of his loose, open cunt while he tongued Ray's hole and drank his intoxicating ass juices. Finally unable to control his desire any longer, Petie ripped his quivering tongue from the masculine hole and watched as Ray's lips, soaking wet from his slobber, slowly folded back into place. Petie had to get fucked and it had to happen now!

Pressing Ray's powerful legs down onto the mattress, Petie scooted up over the prone man's awesome body. Squatting over his pelvis, Petie reached behind to hold Ray's towering cock steady and lowered himself onto it. A sigh of satisfaction escaped his slut lips as the fat cock head slipped into his fiery tunnel. Rotating his slim hips, Petie sunk more and more of the throbbing love muscle inside him until he was seated on Ray's upper thighs. It felt so fucking good to have the handsome husband's meat inside him once again. All those others had merely been substitutes; Petie was finally home again.

After savoring the fulfilling feeling of having Ray deep inside him, Petie began to move his smooth ass. Rising and falling, he slid the fat dick in and out of his wet pussy. Ray's big manly hands came up to grasp either side of Petie's trim hips, guiding him on his fucking travel. Ray's thrust his own hips each time Petie sat heavily down, sending his nine inches straight up the boy's chute. Petie threw his curly head back each time the huge head embedded itself in his guts, moaning like it was his first-ever fuck.

"Ride that fuckin' dick, Petie. Ride that fuckin' dick!" Ray encouraged the Greek youth. He could feel the talented slut caressing him from within, milking his already excited cock as he bounced up and down on the erect shaft. If the kid kept it up, Ray feared he would lose his nut in no time! In the throes of his own sexual bliss, Ray wondered how in hell he'd stayed away from the teen's million dollar ass for so long. Petie Stavros was definitely a keeper.

The Davidson twins had had enough of the swimming pool for one day and jointly decided to change from their bathing gear into shorts and T-shirt. After toweling off, the identical blond sixteen-year-old cuties casually sauntered across the street to their deceased grandmother's house.

"Rad party!" blue-eyed Tyler raved as they mounted the porch.

Trevor shrugged his bare shoulders. "Not bad for a neighborhood thing, I guess."

"Sure wish Cory hung with us a little longer," Tyler confessed. "He sort of disappeared after awhile."

Turning the knob and stepping inside the house, Trevor replied in a hushed tone, "That's just cos you want more of his big dick up your tight ass, bro."

Giggling, Tyler mounted the stairs and peeled his swim suit down over his trim melons, exposing his sweet milky ass for his brother's eyes. Grinning, Trevor dropped his suit to the floor and fondled his teen cock while exaggeratedly licking his lips. Tyler responded by bending over at the waist, spreading his trim cheeks and unveiling a winking, pink boy hole.

"Ewwww, yeahhhhhhh!" Trevor gushed, his boy meat already hardening. As he approached his brother, Tyler made a quick dash up the stairs with Trevor following close at his heels. They had both reached the top landing when both boys suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. Coming from behind the slightly ajar door of their grandmother's bedroom were the unmistakable sounds of fevered moaning and groaning. Both boys looked at each other in surprise, almost as if wordlessly seeking confirmation from the other of what they'd heard. And then, loudly and clearly, came their father's voice.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck that ass!"

Identical twinks Trevor and Tyler had identical dropped jaws and identical widened eyes and, soon enough, identical hard ons. Listening only a few moments longer, their lithe legs begin to move and they slowly approached the partially open doorway while the sounds of sex grew louder. Standing at the door, both boys again looked at each other with amazement etched on their cute faces. Tyler nodded to Trevor, who placed his hand flat on the polished surface of the door and, praying the old hinges didn't squeal, gave it a light push. It opened only a few more inches---but that was more than enough to give both boys a bird's eye view of the action taking place on the bed.

Their handsome father was flat on his back, buck naked with legs raised while another man was positioned between his widely spread thighs aggressively thrusting an impressive-looking man cock into him! Both boys drank in their well-built father's body, especially the heavily leaking appendage arcing up from his groin. They could hardly believe what they were witnessing; their beloved provider and protector engaging in sordid sex with another man! Trevor broke the reverie by tapping Tyler on the arm and pointing to the full-length mirror adorning one wall which perfectly reflected the two men from another angle. Tyler nearly gasped when he finally recognized the dark-haired top man as Petie Stavros' dad!

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Brandon sighed, running his hands over Spiros' hairy chest and pulling at his distended nipples. "So fuckin' hot! Your cock feels even better than when we fucked as kids."

Tyler's eyes and mouth gaped anew and he looked over his shoulder at this blue-eyed brother, who was equally shocked by the revelation. Resting his chin on Tyler's shoulder, Trevor pressed his body into his brother and reached around to fondle his swollen cock and dangling balls while grinding his own leaking hard-on into the cleft of Tyler's ass. Tyler fell back against him, thoroughly enjoying his brother's loving maneuvers while he watched his raunchy father being fucked up the ass.

Spiros' thick dick repeatedly pumped into Brandon, drawing his ass lips in with the force of his thrust and causing them to distend on the withdrawal. The full length of his impressive sex tool charged onward, spearing into his childhood friend and causing the bed to shake and the springs to groan. He fucked the blond man deep and hard, eliciting appreciative grunts each time he slammed into him. Both men's hard, masculine bodies grinded against each other, joined at Brandon's steamy ass hole by the powerful Greek's cock.

Trevor was oozing a relentless stream of pre-fuck juice along his brother's crack while the other twin soaked Trevor's fist with his own sauce. When their father grasped Spiros by the sides of his charcoal jaw and pulled him down into a sloppy lip lock, it was more than Trevor could bear. Squatting slightly into position, he aimed his boy cock at his brother's hairless pussy and thrust the entire thing inside with one fluid motion. Tyler bit his lower lip to avoid crying out, his body reflexively tensing at the initial assault. The warmth from his brother's boy cock washed over his entire body and Tyler began to grind his ass back against the other teen. Holding his fuck brother around the waist, Trevor continued to jack Tyler's prick as he methodically pumped into his tight, gripping ass.

Brandon's hot ass sucked Spiros' shaft deep inside his warm fuck cavern and fought against the ultimate withdrawal. Spiros looked down at him with those dark eyes, amazed at how good a fuck his old friend had turned out to be. He couldn't remember a fuck being any where near as thrilling as the one he was currently engaged in----except, perhaps, the ones he had with Petie. It was like his cock was made for Brandon's ass---and Brandon's pussy was made for him. He went deep, causing the blond stud to gasp, which only served to thrill the dark haired man even more. His own wife never once appreciated a fuck as much as Brandon seemed to be enjoying now. Brandon made him feel like King Stud, master of the bedroom.

Sweat trickled off their bodies and their breathing grew ragged from their manly exertions. Spiros could feel Brandon's hot innards wrapped around his penetrating prick squeezing, fondling and suckling. The blond's pink ass lining clung to his prick each time he pulled nearly all the way out, plunging back inside when he drove home. On and on the relentless Greek went, locked in a battle of sexual endurance with the bucking blond. Brandon's ass squirmed around on the soaked sheets, pushing up against him with each forceful thrust. They were macho men fucking each other, refusing to allow either to be the sole aggressor. Balls slapped against buttocks, hands roamed over slick muscles and tongues intertwined in the passion of their fevered fuck.

Playing voyeur to their father's rabid rutting, combined with a firm dick sliding up his own ass, quickly brought young Tyler to the point of orgasm. Trevor sensed the oncoming rush by the rapid spasming around his teen cock. Planting one hand over Tyler's mouth to muffle any tell-tale cry, he fisted his brother with increased rapidity. Tyler's head fell back against his brother's stronger shoulders and his entire body shuddered in Trevor's arms as his young balls erupted and spewed sweet cum all over the hall floor.

Tyler had barely finished when the boys detected a new moaning from the bed and watched in awestruck amazement as their handsome father began thrashing wildly about, his strong body rising and falling as his daddy dick began shooting ropes of thick cream over his torso. And then Spiros was yanking his rod from Brandon's fuck hole, quicky climbing up over the blond man's heaving body and squatting low on his chest while he furiously jacked his meat. With a loud, masculine shout Spiros' cock head blew, shooting powerful jets of rich cum straight into Brandon's wide open, anticipating mouth. Brandon swallowed all the tasty semen, even gathering up the goo running down the sides of his face and licking it from his fingers. Spiros shoved his fat cock down Brandon's throat and allowed the blond man to milk him dry.

Trevor gritted his teeth tightly to avoid an outburst as the outrageous scene forced him to unload his swollen nuts up his brother's ass. He shot again and again, soaking Tyler's insides, thoroughly turned on by having just watched his hot father being royally fucked by another man.

Both studs were now prone on the bed, Spiros' darker body atop their father's fairer one as they engaged in a manly embrace. Their mouths worked hungrily together as Spiros got a taste of his own load from Brandon's drenched lips. Brandon's thick legs came up to entrap his lover while his hands greedily traversed the man's naked flesh, grasping at tight buttocks, gliding up over his smooth back, clutching rounded deltoids and grabbing hands full of dark hair. While others might have fallen aside exhausted after such a strenuous work out, Brandon and Spiros remained ravaged by masculine passion; even their mutual orgasms failed to abate the sexual hunger between the two buddies.

Out in the wooded glen, Cory slipped a hand under the back of Ryan's loose-fitting shorts and guided it over the slopes of the Irish lad's soft buttocks. From what he could feel, Ryan had a nice ass on himself. With his mouth full of hot cock, Ryan hastily assisted the other teen by fumbling with the fly of his shorts and hoisting them down to his knees.

"Oh, yeah!" Cory breathed, mostly to himself when he got his first look at the cute surfer's naked backside. It wasn't all hard and chiseled like some muscle jock (not that Cory had anything against tight marble asses), but looked soft, smooth and lily white with a nicely pronounced swell. He ran thick middle and index fingers down the peach-fuzz lined crack of Ryan's young ass and easily located his sweet love button. Rubbing the sticky target in small circular motions he coaxed the tiny bud to open and allow him entry---but Ryan's lips remained tightly sealed. It wasn't as if the boy seemed to mind; his body was grinding around on the ground while Cory unashamedly felt him up. A newly aroused Cory quickly surmised that Ryan was, in fact, virgin to ass play.

Unhanding the other boy Cory leaned back against the fallen tree, leisurely resting his head in his hands to watch the tousle-haired teen enthusiastically suck on his cock and contemplated on how best to take young Ryan's cherry.

Ryan moved his mouth up and down the fat length of Cory's man-sized rod. It had taken some doing, but he'd somehow managed to get accustomed to a good half of the heavenly hog. His jaws were practically aching as he forced his mouth open wide to greedily devour the pulsating python. Fuck if he didn't want all of it---every last incredible inch---but for now had to be satisfied with jerking the excess beef while his wet mouth worked the upper half. His free hand was working Cory's low hangers, rolling his nads between long, thin fingers and alternately tugging on the silken sac.

The colossal cock on Cory Evans was something to be worshipped and Ryan Sullivan did his darned best to please the impressively built blond. He was in cock lover's heaven sucking on the big piece of meat, enjoying every hefty inch crammed into his drooling mouth. Ryan moaned with pleasure at the taste of Cory's fuck juice as it leaked from his fat cock head. Wrapping his lips around the rim of the mushroomed helmet, Ryan sucked like a baby to a bottle and used his fisting hand to coax up more nourishing milk.

"You like that cock, don't you?" Cory teased, smiling at Ryan's muffled affirmation. "Keep suckin', buddy. Flip your tongue around it and suck it reeeeeeal hard."

Ryan probed Cory's piss hole once more before chugging back down on the mighty prick. His throat tightened around the knob, instinctively refusing it entrance, while he sucked and slurped on the rest of the shaft. His thin cheeks alternately hollowed and bulged as he attacked the mouth filling cock with full force, bobbing his head up and down and from side to side. Just as Cory requested, Ryan sucked powerfully on the beautiful fuck pole, barely sensing the blond teen's hands when they momentarily rested upon his shoulders before once again taking hold of his head.

"That's enough of this teasing bullshit!" Cory announced almost menacingly. "Open that fucker up, dude!" Intertwining his fingers behind Ryan's head, Cory held him in close against his pelvis and thrust his hips upward, forcing his fat dick down the boy's throat. Ryan snorted, gagged and choked, but somehow managed to swallow. Tears were running from the corners of his widened eyes as the horse cock invaded his oral cavity. With his wind pipe completely shut off, Ryan quickly learned the art of breathing through his widely flared nostrils.

Cory shoved the cock sucker's head all the way down on his big meat. With a satisfied cry he threw back his own head, blond locks cascading from his forehead, and gazed at the beautiful blue sky while his buried boner pulsed inside Ryan's ravaged throat. With his nose entrenched in Cory's white-blond bush, Ryan whimpered like a wounded puppy. He could hardly believe he'd taken the whole thing, that his young throat had miraculously expanded into a pussy for Cory's donkey dong. The thick sweaty base of Cory's prong tasted nicely ripe and musky in Ryan's mouth. His lips were opened so impossibly wide around the fat log that the teen wondered why they hadn't split at the sides. Helpless to stop the constant flow of saliva pouring from his mouth which coated Cory's king-size balls, leaking down into his funky ass crack and dripping onto the ground, Ryan remained still and gradually grew accustomed to the mammoth invader.

"Oh, dude, that feels so fuckin' good!" Cory moaned huskily. Digging his hands deeper into Ryan's tousled hair, the blond teen began pumping his hips up against the boy with short jabbing strokes, rabbit-fucking his overstuffed throat. Ryan groaned and moaned around the huge piece filling his face. He could feel the network of bloated veins just under the surface of the big cock throbbing against the walls of his throat. His neck bulged grotesquely from the burden being placed upon it from within while wicked looking veins popped at his temples. His cute face was set in a furious scowl as he determinedly fought to savor every fucking inch of the monstrous prick.

Satisfied the boy had been broken, Cory gave up his hold on Ryan's head and once more relaxed back against the fallen tree. Ever so slowly Ryan came off the incredible sex tool, mentally measuring each seemingly unending inch evacuating his face hole. It finally popped free, slapping back against Cory's taut belly and spraying him with wet saliva. Ryan wasted nary a moment in regrouping his attack on the heavy monster. He hadn't even regained his breath when his lips were all over it, working their way along the twitching rod until he'd once more enveloped the fat head between his lips. Running his tongue along the thick piss slit to capture all the tasty seepage, he sucked on the beautiful head while stroking the slick length of the shaft with both hands.

With a guttural snort Ryan took the fat cock deep into his mouth and swallowed the whole thing with greater ease this time. Cory moaned appreciatively as the freckle-faced boy bobbed up and down on his entire length, taking it all the way to the balls and back up to the crown with increasing rapidity. Ryan was snorting and slobbering all over the tasty cock like it was a well-seasoned slab of kielbasa fresh off the barbeque grill. The hard length of meat went clear down his esophagus again and again, causing Cory to involuntarily wriggle his ass on the grassy knoll and hump his groin up against the hungry cock sucker. If the kid took to deep-throating so well, Cory could only imagine the way he was going to move when he got his cherry ass hole broken in.

Ryan swallowed cock like a wild child, humming on the rock hard pecker all the way down. Sweat flew off his face as he shook his head like some sort of savage, loving the way the humongous cock felt moving around deep in his throat. Cory's groin smelled of raunchy manly sex, which only served to further enhance Ryan's out-of-control libido. His cheeks bulged and every muscle in his neck strained as he gobbled up salty, sweaty dick muscle. Each time he let the thing have some fresh air Ryan couldn't wait to go back down on it. Cory's dick had a new home deep down in Ryan's greedy gullet.

The way the boy was working him made it awfully difficult for Cory to keep his orgasm at bay. Several times he'd willed himself to hold on, thoroughly enjoying the dick loving he was being given. But with Ryan taking him oh-so-fucking deep, yanking on his bloated ball sac and making all kinds of nasty sex sounds, Cory could only maintain his self control for so long.

"Aw fuck, dude," he panted, his breathing becoming more and more ragged and his body already beginning to tighten and convulse. "Gonna fuckin' cum!"

Ryan shifted into overdrive, literally slamming his face up and down on the jerking python. His lips slapped against Cory's pelvis as he face fucked the agitated beef with reckless abandon. With a wild, hoarse shout Cory blew his first load deep down inside the throat of the other boy, who quickly came up to take the next creamy shot right inside his rapidly sucking mouth. Cory's beefy body rose and fell with the tremendous power of his massive ejaculations. They came one after the other, causing him to slam his head back against the log with each mind boggling spasm. If he didn't know better, Cory could have sworn he was having some sort of convulsions; he'd never cum like this before! Ryan stayed with him, sucking up all the sweet warm ball juice gushing from the sensitive cock head. He swallowed volumes of heady jizz before the flow began to finally taper off. With Cory's sweaty body falling into exhaustion, Ryan nursed the still-hard cock, not satisfied until he'd drained the last succulent drop.

Finally managing to regain his breath, Cory cocked his head up and looked across his sweat soaked body at the cute teen still loving his proud piece. "Damn," he smiled sexily. "I can't wait to fuck you."

"RAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!" The shrill voice of Cathy Giagianno was fairly muffled by the sounds of the rowdy party, but she persisted.

"RAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Big Jon turned from the conversation he was having with an especially good-looking, potentially fuckable second cousin to his straight buddy when he heard the drunken shriek. Excusing himself, he made his way through the crowd to the tipsy hostess.

"Cath, what's wrong?" he asked. Hearing her name, Cathy turned to Jon. Her momentary confusion dissolved into recognition as a big smile brightened her face. Throwing her arms around the handsome older man, she hugged him close and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Jon, I'm so glad you came to our party!" she managed. "But I can't find my husband anywhere!"

Jon looked around, attempting to hold her steady. "I'm sure he's around here somewhere, babe. Did you need him for something? Maybe I can help."

"You're soooo sweeeeeeeeet!" she grinned, hugging him again. "We need to find you a wife here. Let's see; who do we have single here?"

"Cathy, Cathy," Jon took her by the arms. "No matchmaking. How many times I have to tell you? Now, what do you want with Ray?"

"With Ray?" She furrowed a brow in her Tequila glaze, her absent husband already forgotten. "I don't need him; what I need is another drink!" And then she was off, presumably in pursuit of more liquor---something she would undoubtedly regret in the morning.

The good-looking Italian he'd been chatting with was in the company of an attractive redhead clad in a revealing, low-cut top. Jon grinned as he noticed the young stud's eyes wandering down into the broad's cleavage every opportunity he got. Jon hoped her heaving bosoms got the guy real hot and horny; the more aroused the dark-haired buck became, the riper he would be for Jon's picking. The girl would string him along for awhile, ultimately leaving the poor guy with a hard on aching for some relief. Big Jon, sexy bi fucker that he was, would saunter over to the horned-up Guido same as he'd done with many straight studs before and ease in to his tried-and-true spiel about the advantages of having a fuck buddy. After he'd managed to convince the hottie that being the recipient of a nut-busting blow job wouldn't render him queer he'd offer him a drive in his new sports car, take the handsome cousin to a secluded area of the train station lot and convert him. Once Jon got his gums locked around that sweet Italian sausage and showed him some man lovin', the twenty-one-year-old would never want lipstick lips on his manhood again.

Jon's nasty thoughts had sprouted a semi-hard which snaked down one leg of his shorts. The partiers were so toasted by now and absorbed in their own good time that he doubted any of them would be appalled by his obvious arousal if they happened to glance down and notice. He didn't even attempt to camouflage the bulge by stuffing a hand in his pocket or holding a beer in front of the zone. Jon had a healthy piece of all-American beef and he was damned proud of it---and just horny enough to want to show it off a little. One never knew what opportunities might arise; there sure was more than enough sweaty testosterone floating around the Giagianno back yard.

Tearing his eyes away from the charcoal-jawed distant cousin, Jon scanned the crowd for a sign of his straight buddy but failed to come up with a glimpse of Ray. The stud wasn't at the barbeque pit, didn't appear to be mingling on the porch, wasn't splashing in the pool and hadn't joined the old fogies card game. Seems that Cathy was right: her handsome hubby was missing in action! Of course, Jon realized, with a group this size the good looking son of a bitch could just be blocked from his immediate view. Taking a swig from his bottle of beer, Jon decided to circulate and see if he could locate the sexy motherfucker. Last time he saw Ray the beefy buck's wife was feeding him shooters. Jon knew Ray rarely drank and wondered if the guy had done too much and was passed out somewhere. Ray was no pussy but, as the saying goes, "the bigger they come, the harder they fall."

Jon neared his Guido fantasy on his journey toward the house. The redhead had been joined by a girl friend and they were both outrageously flirting with the young stud. With a sly grin Jon steered himself to pass in a tight spot between the hot fuck and some heavyset woman with her back to them. With a polite "excuse me" Jon squeezed between them, his firm ass brushing against the doughy melons of the matron while his blazing hard on pressed against the tight, rounded ass of the Italian stallion.

"Talk with you later, buddy," he said with a wink and a smile for the two girls. Guido looked over his shoulder and, recognizing Jon, gave him a nod and grin, seemingly not realizing the cheap thrill he'd just given the bi hunk. Jon's eyes wandered down into the redhead's cleavage and his cock did another excited little jump. He could see why the Italian was so mesmerized; the bitch had a great rack on her with big, ripe nipples clearly visible through her top. Moving along in his pursuit of Ray, Jon considered adding the girl to the equation. While she lay across his back car seat, Jon could straddle her body fucking his cock between the cleavage of those big, beautiful breasts while he deep-throated the Italian hunk's tasty cock meat.

Mounting the three short steps up onto the redwood deck, Jon turned to scan the yard from this vantage point but still failed to spot Ray. Certain now that the stud had succumbed to the liquor he'd consumed, Jon turned to enter the house. At the far corner of the deck he observed an obviously drunken Joey engaged in what appeared to be a bit of an argument with his shrew wife while her ever-present friend Sammy stood at Tracy's side. Shaking his head, Jon wondered why the younger Giagianno brother had ever married the bitch. Some six months into their marriage and they were already at each other's throats. The little soccer stud needed to man up, ditch the twat and follow in Jon's footsteps. He might be a few eggs short of a dozen, but Joey had more than proven himself to be a voracious cock hound over the past few years. Joey took cock up the ass and down his throat like a seasoned pro, all the while honestly believing Jon's fable that it was what real men---including his big brother---did with each other. Jon shuddered to think what might happen if Joey ever found out he'd bullshitted him just to get a piece of his hot, then-virgin ass. Joey's hole certainly wasn't virgin any longer---hell, Jon had discovered him flat on his back getting corn holed by his buddy the night of his wedding reception. Although the muscle-bound buck seemed to have put buddy-sex on hold since his marriage, with the way things appeared to be going, Jon was fairly certain the dumb jock would be back in action fairly soon. And Jon wanted to be first in line; Joey made for perfect husband material---a reality which was apparently lost on his bitchy bride.

There was some activity in the kitchen, but still no sign of the host. After paying a visit to the bathroom to take a piss Jon peeked into the living room, half expecting to find his fuck buddy sprawled out on the sofa sleeping off his over-indulgence. The living room was quiet and empty. Stepping into the front hall, Jon heard the sounds of chatter from the teen agers gathered on the front porch away from the adults out back. While he stood there momentarily contemplating his next move, Jon detected another sound. He wasn't quite certain what it was or where it came from, but he was reasonably sure it had not been from the kids outdoors. Stepping nearer the staircase he heard it again---a heavy sort of breathing. Ray had probably made it upstairs, nixed the rest of the party and was stretched across his bed passed out and snoring from all the booze. Deciding he should check in on his buddy, Jon mounted the stairs.

Stepping onto the upper landing he immediately turned toward the master bedroom at the end of the hall. A thick eyebrow raised as he detected something dangling from the knob of the partially opened door. The sounds grew more intense as he approached the room, although now they took on a different form. It was much more than mere heavy breathing and nothing at all like a drunken snore! Reaching out, Jon removed the garment from the door knob and held it up for inspection. It was a Speedo suit---one he could have sworn he'd seen earlier in the day but didn't instantly associate with the owner. With the pieces rapidly falling together, Jon pushed the door wide open. As it fell back on quiet hinges he leaned a shoulder against the door frame with a wide grin on his handsome face. Curly haired Petie Stavros, the biggest slut he'd ever had the pleasure of fucking, was straddled over a prone form bouncing up and down on the huge cock embedded up his young ass. And it didn't take much for Jon to figure whose cock was deriving all the pleasures contained way up there in Petie's pleasurable teen pussy.

Before either of them realized they'd been discovered Jon shut the door and turned the lock to assure them utmost privacy. Stripping himself nude, the muscular middle-aged stud approached the Giagianno marriage bed and crawled up behind Petie. His arms encircled the toned teen's sweaty body, latching onto his pert nipples and tweaking them while his wet tongue invaded the cavity of Petie's ear. Petie felt a hard, dripping cock pressed up against his lower back and turned his head to learn the identity of the impressive cocksman. He had barely broken a welcoming smile when Jon shoved his tongue into Petie's mouth and kissed him hungrily.

His big hands were all over Petie, caressing his young flesh and playing with his painfully hardened teen cock and tightened balls. Breaking the kiss, he rested his chin on the Greek boy's shoulder and looked down at Ray. With twinkling eyes and a big dumb grin on his face, Ray grinded his groin into the sopping snatch pressed tightly down upon him and placed his man's hands on Petie's slim hips to hold him in place.

"Jon, you sumbitch! Where in hell'd you come from? Great fuckin' party ain't it?"

"Great party, buddy," Jon agreed while he continued to manhandled Petie. "Your wife's out there downin' margaritas like no tomorrow and you're up here fuckin' the town slut while your mother, father, brother---hell, your whole fuckin' family and friends---are right outside. Looks to me like you're havin' all the fun!"

"You know Petie?" Ray asked, graciously realizing he hadn't made introductions. "Petie, this is my buddy Jon. We know each other a long, long time."

"Oh, I know Petie," Jon responded, tightening his hold on the sexy teen. "Fucked him the night of Joey's wedding, right upstairs in the reception hall. He's got a hot little pussy there, doesn't he?"

"An' a hot fuckin' mouth, too," Ray piped in, quickly adding, "Almost as good as yours, buddy. You mean ta tell me you fucked his ass at Joey's weddin' after you finished suckin' me off in the john?"

Petie looked from Ray to Jon and then back again. "You two...... You're fuck buddies?" he asked incredulously.

"That's right, Petie," Jon admitted. He was pumping his stiff erection against the Greek teen's lower back and leaking a hefty dose of slick pre-cum. "Me and Ray been secret fuck buddies for years. We can trust you, right Petie?"

"Fuck yeah!" Petie shouted. "I won't tell no one! That's so fuckin' hot. Two handsome, hung men like you guys. Fuck! It's enough to make me fuckin' cum right now." Petie momentarily thought about his own fuck buddy, Ray's brother Joey, and wondered if he even knew.

"You want a piece of this, Dad?" Ray offered good naturedly, using the pet name he'd given Jon many years ago.

Jon gave the good looking son of a bitch a wide, toothy smile. "Long as you don't mind sharin'. What say we do him together?"

"Huh?" both Petie and Ray echoed in unison.

Jon's strong hands grasped Petie under the buttocks and lifted him up and almost off Ray's hefty impaler. Scooting in closer, he pressed his own meaty member against the vein-engorged, throbbing erection of his sexy buddy. Having already figured out what was coming Petie excitedly held his own weight over the dual cocks, rendering Jon's hands free to grasp both mammoth weapons and hold them tightly together. The thick cord on the underside of Ray's beautiful boner pulsed wickedly against Jon's main vein.

With his gaze still fixed on Ray's smoldering, sexy hazel eyes Jon whispered to Petie, "Drop!" An obedient Petie squatted lower and felt the two fat cock heads knock against his always-open back door. Wiggling his little ass around, Petie managed to successfully swallow the twin helmets between ass lips already loosened by the nice rough fuck Ray had earlier thrown him. The curly haired Greek's tongue lolled out of his wet, panting mouth as he steadily lowered himself on the thick columns of heated male flesh sinking deeper and deeper inside him. The big manly cocks spread his teen pussy impossibly wide, the one-eyed heads probing far up into his mushy guts. As he neared the final few inches Petie just dropped like a dead weight, spearing himself to the max on his favorite cuts of juicy beef.

"Ahhh, yeah!" Jon exhaled, tossing his head back on his shoulders and once again encircling Petie's toned upper body with his muscular arms. It was the ultimate thrill for him to be buried up inside the wanton whore alongside the powerful cock of his beloved best fuck buddy.

Ray found himself pressing his entire body into the mattress beneath him. Even in his semi-intoxicated state, he could hardly believe what had just occurred. The virile stud had experienced a great many things in his relatively short life time, but this was something entirely new to him. He would never have thought that anyone, male or female, could take as much meat at one time as the Stavros teen had done. Petie's teen ass was so fucking tight now---much tighter than before---and maddeningly flexing around his and Jon's rock-hard cocks. He could sense an intense heat radiating from Jon's stiff member pressed so tightly up against his own and believed he actually felt the pulse of the other man's rapidly beating heart through his penis. A sudden wetness washed over his throbbing member and Ray instantly knew he and Jon were both oozing excited pre-cum up in Petie's belly. Much as he fought to admit it, Ray was deeply aroused by all these new forbidden sensations.

Petie began to move again, raising himself up a few inches and then dropping back down until he felt the wiry hairs of their scrotums against his butt checks. He was careful not to come up too far and risk losing one or the other of the thick pleasure tools. Petie had only fantasized about being fisted, but this reality seemed even better. Both thick hard cocks pressed together had to be the equal of a corded, manly forearm. Petie ooh-ed and aah-ed as he repeatedly rose and fell on the double dongs, audibly gasping when the leaking heads punched him deep in the gut. Getting double done by these two was preferable to the sessions he'd had at college with the Dean and his Professor. Those two were only average at best; Ray and Jon were built like the mythical gods of his Greek ancestry.

Grasping Petie by the hips, Jon halted the boy in mid-ride and took over the hot action. Thrusting his pelvis upward, Jon fucked his bi-dick into the slut's crowded chasm. His heavy piece glided along the underside of Ray's he-man rod, forcing the other man to emit a surprised moan. Smiling at his straight buddy's reaction, Jon began to fuck his tool in and out of Petie's cunt. His fat cock slid along Ray's pulsating pecker, massaging all the sensitive nerves running just beneath its heated surface. He was fucking Ray every bit as much as he was fucking Petie---and loving every lusty moment of it.

"Hang on to that slut, Dad!" Ray growled and, coming up on his elbows, slammed his cock up into Petie's fuck hole with terrific force. Jon countered with a wicked thrust of his own. Allowing their massive weapons to harvest deep inside the teen for a brief time, their eyes were carefully trained on each other as if anticipating the next move. Then, together, they slowly withdrew their cocks as one, inch after ass-wrecking inch being sucked out of Petie's stretched hole until their cock heads threatened to break free. Jon's eyes twinkled mischievously as he attempted to read Ray's intentions, savoring the sensation of Petie's twitching ass lips kissing just under the rim of their helmets.

It was a slight flexing that alerted Jon to the next move, and he joined his buddy in stuffing both their cocks back up into the hot, yawning cavern. Each man released a masculine sigh when their tools bottomed out inside the agile athlete, sweaty scrotums pressed together under the boy. This time Ray dislodged his prominent pecker solo, practically yanking it out of Petie and then proceeded to rapidly rabbit fuck up into the boy cunt. Ramming his fat hog in and out of the steamy hole, Ray watched Jon's dreamy reaction as he pounded against his buried pole. When Ray rested his glorious, sweaty ass back down on the rumpled sheets, Jon took over with the fucking. Sensing they both needed to catch their breaths, Petie eventually turned himself into a human pogo stick and rode both cocks fast and hard. They were a well-synchronized fucking machine, each taking a turn at being the aggressor and then working as fuck partners as they neared orgasm.

Delirious in his sexual bliss, Petie's curly head lolled about on his shoulders like a rag doll, mumbling incoherently and sweating like an overworked race horse. His teen cock bobbed up and down with all the wild movements, his ball sac slapping against Ray's tight abdominals. When his body began to convulse, both men knew the teen had been fucked beyond the point of return. Biting his lower lip, Ray slipped into overdrive, slamming his hips up against the basketball athlete and tearing up his ravaged asshole. Still fucking the boy himself, Jon's hand had barely wrapped itself around Petie's dick and given him a few helpful strokes when the teen shot a massive bolt of white hot jizz clear across Ray's muscular chest. The first blast landed dead center in the straight man's deep pec cleavage while the remainder coated his ripped, heaving six pack. Running a hand over the warm white wash, Jon brought it up to Petie's mouth to feed the slut his own tasty spoils.

"Fuck, here it comes!" Ray growled as his hips continued to slam up hard against Jon's cock buried in Petie's joy hole. Both Jon and Petie watched with amazement as every defined muscle in Ray's masculine body tensed and quivered. The sexy stud's eyes were screwed tightly shut, his teeth gnashing together as his sweaty head whipped to and fro on the fluffy pillow beneath him. With a long, guttural moan that seemed to rise from somewhere deep in his strong chest, Ray scalded Petie's rectal walls with power charged bursts of straight man cum. Wave after wave of creamy sauce erupted from his studly cock, liberally dousing Jon's trembling pecker and soothing the fuck fire in Petie's hungry pussy.

Ray was still leaking the last of his man seed when Jon let out a strangled cry. Throwing his head back he pumped Petie with a few more short strokes and let loose with his own pent-up load. Ray's cock swelled excitedly as he felt his buddy's hot fluids splash against him, combining with his own spent cum in Petie's fuck hole. For a guy fairly close to fifty years of age, Jon proved himself to be quite virile with the seemingly unending supply of ball juice which continued to shoot from his cock stalk. Petie's ass was drenched in rich cum, making it easier for the two men to move their cocks against each other inside him. Basking in a smoldering sexual afterglow the two men inspected each other with glazed, lusty eyes---Petie relegated to a mere instrument of their new bonding. Whether it was the booze, his heightened sexual arousal or a combination of both, Ray had to admit (if only to himself) that Jon's cock felt awfully good sliding around against his. He knew damned well it wasn't supposed to be macho---had been raised to believe the opposite---but right now it sure as hell felt like the manliest of things to do.

Having just received the shock of his young life discovering his father engaging in wild wanton sex with Petie Stavros' father, Trevor Davidson continued to watch outside his grandmother's bedroom door as both men hungrily sucked face and groped each other's naked flesh. Reluctantly he reached forward to grasp the door knob and slowly pulled the door to an almost closed position, just as he'd first discovered it. Fingering his boy hole, which Trevor had just vacated, Tyler looked over at his twin with disappointment. Placing a finger to his lips Trevor nodded in the direction of their shared bedroom down the hallway.

They were just about to move when Trevor spotted the load of cum Tyler had deposited all over the hard wood floor in front of the door. If one of the two men stepped barefoot onto the gooey mess, it might spell exposure for the boys. Grasping Tyler by the back of the neck, Trevor directed his attention to the dilemma. With a quick look at his brother Tyler dropped to the floor on all fours and piggishly scarfed up his spent semen. Trevor was getting hard all over again looking at his bro's pretty ass propped up like that while he cleaned the floor of evidence. Wiping the back of a hand across his face, Tyler cast Trev an adorable smile when he saw the effect he'd had on the other boy. Offering a hand, Trevor helped Tyler to his feet and led the way to their room.

Tyler threw himself across the bed once they were safely behind the closed door, hugging pillows and grinding his pelvis into the sheets while Trevor dug some shorts and shirts out of the dresser.

"That was so hot!" he gushed. "Who'd have ever thought Dad would take a dick up his ass? He seems like such a ladies man, all macho and stuff with all those skin mags we find in his drawers. And all the while he gets down on cock! He must be bi, what d'you think, Trev?"

"At least now we know where you get your talent from," Trevor grinned in a hushed tone. "And keep your voice down, bro. You want them to find us before we have a chance to sneak out?" He had already donned a pair of shorts and was trying like hell to conceal his healthy boy prick, which was still youthfully erect.

"I don't care if Dad finds out what we saw," Tyler challenged with his chin thrust out. "I mean, did you get a good look at his body? Our father is so fucking hot! For years I've been beating off thinking about him, trying to get glimpses of him nude around the house. And then to find him in grandma's room, buck naked and fucking! I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock; it looked so big and thick and manly and shot a mean load! Boy, I'd sure love to have him fuck me with that nice cock of his and fill me up with his daddy cream!"

"Fuck yeah, bro! And I'd like to get in that strong, tight-looking ass of his," Trevor countered. "Dad looks like he takes a good hard fuck, just like a real man. Fuck, I can just imagine getting between those hunky thighs of his and slipping my meat into his hot man hole. I'd probably cum before I even got to pump him a few times. The first time, at least. After that I'd be able to fuck him good and hard and last a long while, listenin' to him beggin' me to shoot him full of my hot cum!"

Tyler rose to his knees excitedly, his teen prick hard as rock. "How can we do it, Trev? Do you think we could ever make it happen?"

"Dunno, dude." Then, tossing some clothes at the other boy, "Get dressed so's we can get out of here and find Petie. He's gonna go mad-crazy when he finds out that his old man's been buggerin' our old man. And if anybody can help us figure this out, it's Petie!"

While the two adults licked each other clean of sweat and cum in another room, the twins finished dressing and quietly slipped out of the house to rejoin the barbeque. Petie, of course, was no where in sight when they entered the back yard. Trevor gave Tyler a jab of the elbow and nodded his head to a place across the lawn where Petie's mother, Spiros' unsuspecting wife, held court. A knowing smile crossed their cute faces as they reached for a soda and chose a spot to rest within clear view of the back gate, watching for the return of theirs and Petie's father.

"I can't wait to fuck you!" Cory Evans smiled at Ryan Sullivan, his blue eyes sparkling with sexual mischief. With dick in mouth Ryan grinned back, then playfully swallowed Cory's spent serpent back down his throat and watched the sexy blonds anticipated reaction.

"Fuck, dude!" Cory sighed huskily. "Didn't you get enough?" With fat cock lodged firmly in his throat, Ryan shook his head from side to side.

Cory laughed aloud and leaned forward to grasp Ryan under the arm pits and force him off his steamy crotch. "I'd love to fuck you right now, but we better get back to the barbeque. Your Dad's prob'ly wonderin' where you got off to."

Looking up at the blond banged Viking-type, Ryan had the look of unfettered lust in his eyes. "Maybe later, if they're all drunked up, we can sneak off again. I want to feel that mother fucker charging up my little ass."

Cory liked Ryan's enthusiasm. "We'll see, dude. We'll see."

Hand washing themselves with cool water from the stream, the boys reluctantly dressed and headed back to the path which led out of the thicket and onto Mansgrove Lane. Just as they were nearing the block Ryan stepped in front of Cory, stopping him in his tracks.

"Dude, didn't you say you were going to NYU in a couple of weeks?" he asked with a sly smile.

"Yeah, I was s'posed to go to Texas, but the folks shot me down."

Reaching down to grope Cory's abundant bulge, Ryan continued on. "Good thing they did. Cos, you see, I live in the Bronx and NYU's only a train ride away....."

A wide smile spread across Cory's handsome face as he gave Ryan's buttocks a firm squeeze before urging him back to the festivities at the Giagianno house. The summer semester was shaping up nicely, indeed.

After dislodging himself from the two hefty cocks which had royally fucked his ass, Petie Stavros got down and licked both big knobs clean. Somehow he managed to stuff them into his stretched mouth and glide his wet tongue around both heads, so intent on his mission that he failed to notice the intense hungry stare passing between the two men. He noisily licked them from stem to stern, even lapping up spent cum and sweat from their hairy ball bags and dipping into the trench leading to their manly ass holes.

"Enough, Petie!" Ray finally commanded. "We gotta get back before my wife comes lookin'. You get dressed and go down first."

Petie began to protest but, reluctantly accepting that the moment had to end sometime, gave each cock one final sloppy kiss and bounced up from the over-worked mattress. Slipping into his skimpy Speedo, Petie adjusted his cock and balls and gave the studs a wholesome smile.

"Thanks, that was awesome!" he gushed. "Hope we can do it again sometime soon before I go back to school." With a final appraising look at hunky Ray the contented little slut unlocked the door and slipped out into the hallway.

Lying across the foot of the bed on his side and propped up on one elbow, Jon gave Ray a wide smile. "Fine time to worry about the wife coming up those stairs---as if she could."

Ray cupped his head in the palms of his hands and crossed his outstretched legs at the ankles, grinning sheepishly. "Had to get rid of the little slut somehow."

"Didn't know you and Petie were so well acquainted," Jon probed, his eyes devouring every sweat-drenched inch of hunky muscle laid out before him.

"Kid's been after me ever since I fucked him down in the kitchen well over a year ago," Ray revealed, staring absently up at the ceiling. "Been holdin' out---him bein' Joey's friend and all---but he pushed me too fuckin' far today."

"As if you have a problem throwin' him a fuck," Jon chided. "You're so fuckin' horny all the time, you'll fuck anything with a hot hole."

Ray raised his head to look over the contours of his prone body at the older man. "You ain't getting jealous on me, are you Dad?"

"Not so long as you remember who your main fuck buddy is," Jon winked. "Besides, that kid is one hot fuck. I'm happy as shit we got the chance to share him, your dick right there next to mine plowin' his young pussy."

"You liked that shit---rubbin' your dick all over mine---didn't you, you queer bastard," Ray challenged him.

"You tryin' to say you didn't?" Jon countered good naturedly.

Ray absented reached down to fondle his meat. "Might have been all that tequila, but it sure as shit felt good, both of us fuckin' that little jock." Then quickly rising up on both elbows, bicep muscles bulging, he asked concernedly, "Say, you don't think he's ever tried anything with Joey, do you?"

Jon was speechless for a moment. If only Ray knew that his macho little brother was no stranger to cock lust, an equal opportunity whore master nearly as insatiable as young Petie. "C'mon, Ray, you know Joey. Do you think he's fuckin' his little buddy right under your nose?"

"Nah, guess not," Ray appeared relieved. "Suppose I should get back to the party and see what's goin' on. Joey's probably heaving into the bushes by now; he looked like he was getting toasted. And Cath's probably not too far behind him."

"Yeah, guess we can't hang up here much longer," Jon sighed, his eyes sweeping over Ray's perfectly sculpted, sweat sheened body once more. Ray easily caught his gaze.

"Talk about me being a horny fuck!" Ray swung his thick legs over the side of the bed and reached for his tightie whities. Stepping into the leg holes and standing to bring them up over his strong, hairy thighs, he looked over one rounded shoulder at his fuck buddy. "Why don't you hang out after everybody's gone and help me with the clean up? Cath's gonna be passed the fuck out by then and will be pretty much useless."

"Somethin' tells me that back yard's gonna look pretty much the same tomorrow morning," Jon said with a wide grin.

Hiking up his shorts, Ray's dimples deepened as he smiled mischievously. "I'm gonna fuck your bi ass right out there on the picnic table under the stars."

Jon glided off the bed and began gathering up his strewn clothes. "Then I say we get down there and start wrapping up this party!"

Ray rejoined the festivities first, with Jon following a few moments later, to discover that some of the guests had already begun to depart. As time passed, the party wound down considerably. Brandon Davidson was one of the last to remain, offering his assistance in setting the Giagianno back yard to rights. Ray politely declined the offer from the hot blond he'd been fucking all summer and walked him to the gate. The Davidson twins were on the front porch, deep in conversation with Petie Stavros, who'd made a last-minute decision to spend the night at his grandfather's house next door. After what he'd just learned from the twins, Petie had a brand new appreciation of their father. Brandon collected his boys and headed across the street, curious about the strange look he'd noticed from the Stavros boy. After watching them off Petie considered passing through the gate one more time to find his main man but, deciding not to press his luck any further, instead shuffled down the sidewalk to the elder Stavros' home. He hoped that his grandfather was still awake and waiting for him with hard-on at the ready.

A sloshed Cathy Giagianno insisted Jon stay the night and, after making a feeble attempt at some tidying up, soon wobbled off into the house to check up on her children and crash into her bed.

Tidying up the grill, big Ray looked across the wreckage of the lawn and smiled broadly at his bi buddy Jon, who was lounging back on a chair with beer in one hand and massaging his crotch with the other while he ogled the ethnic hunk.

The party wasn't over quite yet. Not by a long shot.