The long overdue and somewhat anticipated thirteenth chapter of the STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY series is a work of erotic fiction featuring graphic depictions of sexual encounters, thusly you must be of legal age to consume this material. All applicable rights are reserved by the author, who wishes to apologize in advance to his female readers for "Jon's" blatantly chauvinistic attitudes which do not reflect the author's own.
copyright 2006 JRoyale
Fuckin' A, Dudes! It's been a long while since I started posting this sometimes tawdry tale! Hardly believe all the time that's passed. I expected to just share with you horndogs the first fanfuckintastic time me and my straight buddy Ray made it...then about the time I snagged (or did he snag me?) his younger bro, that hot humpy butch fuck, Joey. But all the emails you curious cock suckers have been sending me just prompted me to tell you more and more about the goings on here in this sleepy (!) Jersey coastal town...until this thing has started to sound like one hell of a sex opera!
Whoever came up with that expression about time flyin' by when you're having fun sure knew what they were talking about! Don't know precisely what it was that inspired that scholar but, I gotta tell you boys, my happy cock gets more of a workout the older I get. Here it is, the summer of 2006, and I'm fifty-fuckin-three years old now! Of course (and this isn't just egotistical bullshit talking) you'd be hard pressed to place me more than a well-kept early forties. I've always taken good care of my machine, accentuating the positive and avoiding the negatives. Well, most of 'em, anyways. I suppose I spend far too much time at the gym, but the results are well worth the effort.
Then, of course, there's the perks. Like the thirty-two year old aerobics instructor who talked me into taking a few of her (yes, you're reading right...her) classes. I'm not into all that jumping around bullshit but it all became worth every bead of sweat when I slipped my meaty sausage into her not-so-surprisingly tight pussy and threw her the old one...two...three...four.
And then there was one of the many "personal trainers" the place has employed over all these years I've been going there. Jeff, I think his name was. Cute little gung-ho stud fresh out of college always emphasizing the importance of stretching so as to avoid injury. Young fucker was like some type of contortionist with the demonstrations he made with his limber body. Sure looked---and felt---awesome when he held those legs spread wide, thighs perpendicular to his sides, when I later pummeled his incredible ass. I'm an equal opportunity fucker---best of both worlds.
So, like I was saying, it hardly seems possible that twenty-two years have gone by since I first laid horny eyes on my straight buddy, Ray. He was only a sixteen-year-old kid then, hunky as hell and pushing shopping carts at the local supermarket. Don't think we ever shared more than a couple of words in passing back in those days, but I couldn't begin to tell you of the many hours of masturbatory pleasure I derived from sitting in my Jeep and checking out the cute little ethnic hunk. Who'd have thought, years later, that he'd be the one to knock up one of the secretaries at the car dealership where I worked? They've been married now going on to twenty years, Cathy eight years older than her boy toy---and I've been their good friend all this time. The horny stud sired four children before Cathy underwent a hysterectomy last year---the oldest a good-looking twenty-year-old who's a near-spitting image of his old man and the youngest a nine-year-old boy already filling out with the family genes. Although no blood relation, I'm Uncle Jon to all the kids. No surprise there; wise-ass Ray's been calling me "Dad" for years.
What can I say about Ray? He's every bit a "man's man"---especially my kind of man. Fits my "type" to a fuckin' T! His mixed heritage of Italian and Hispanic genes affords him breathtakingly dark good looks and a sense of simmering machismo. The handsome hunk sports a set of smoldering hazel-colored eyes sparkling with secret mischief that can melt me with the slightest gaze. His dark, sexy lashes are the color of those dense, nearly-straight eyebrows, slightly darker than his short chestnut hair which, parted dead center, is still thick and lush as when the macho stud was a teen. Ray has a flawless complexion, save for the tiny mole at the corner of his mouth which seems to disappear when he flashes that wide, million dollar Colgate smile of his and the late afternoon charcoal stubble which sprouts up on his manly face.
Ray may be under 6', but his body is the stuff that wet dreams are made of. Slinging weights around ever since he was a kid, Ray nevertheless is no stranger to hard physical labor---and it shows in his impressive muscular development. His shoulders are broad and rounded, his arms thick and powerful with dense tufts of funky hair lining his deep pits. Equally hairy are his trunk-like legs, accentuated by well-defined, screaming calf muscles. A swirl of dark hairs sprout about his indented navel and deliciously lead down to his wealth of pubes---and a small patch appears in his deep pectoral cleavage---but the ethnic hunk's body is otherwise smooth. The swell of his sculpted pecs are capped with huge brown nipples, almost always erect and practically begging to be tweaked and sucked, his lean torso flawless with ripped abdominal definition, carved obliques and a tight, narrow waist. Perfect asses must run in the Giagianno family: while his baby brother has a jutting bubbled butt, Ray's back side is compact, solid and nicely curved with a sweet line of fur running down either side of his inner crack.
With all that perfection, who could imagine also having a cock which compliments the rest of his package? I can still remember the first time I pulled his jock aside and released his imprisoned manhood. Hungry as I was for a taste, I just stared in awe for a few moments marveling at the absolute beauty of his heavenly hog. Big Ray has eight to nine mouth watering inches (depending on just how horny he happens to be at the time) of thick horse dick and a super hefty set of man-sized balls swinging between his legs. Along with his bro's, Ray's cock head has to be one of the undiscovered wonders of the world; it is perfectly molded and fucking huge! His puffy piss lips are deep, fleshy and seem to produce an unending stream of succulent pre-cum which tastes like the purest of honey. Thick purplish veins haphazardly criss-cross the dark length of his thick meat, bulging wildly the more aroused he becomes. He certainly was turned on that first day out in the shed when he let another man (me) suck him off---and hunky Ray hasn't slowed down since.
Little did I suspect, back in those formative years, that he'd broaden his sexual horizons and take some additional fuck buddies for himself. Guess I trained the hound well! The most prominent "other men" in his straight life (at least to my knowledge) were Brandon Davidson and young Petie Stavros.
Brandon Davidson was a real good looking sonofabitch who, along with his wife, ran his business out of the state of Wisconsin, their principal home. We first met the Davidson family when old Hilda Davidson fell out of her upstairs window to her untimely death. As it turns out, well over a year or so later, I fucked one of the EMT's who'd attended the scene, a freckle-faced Irish cutie, who revealed the shocking fact that Hilda died with a vibrator buzzing away up inside her cunt! Over the years we've pretty much pieced things together. Seems old Hilda had a huge crush on her hunky neighbor directly across the street---Ray. In a moment of masturbatory bliss, she probably leaned too far out the window trying to get a closer gander at the macho hunk and lost her footing. Hope she at least hit her orgasm before she smashed into the finely manicured front lawn.
Anyway, Brandon and his family came to town that summer to tend to his mother's final requests and put the family home up on the market. Turned out that he got one look at my Ray and every bisexual hormone in his beautiful body veered into overdrive! When Ray wasn't fucking me (or his devoted wife), he was banging Brandon's married man hole. Lest you think I was missing out on any of this action, rest assured I got more than one piece of Brandon's fine man ass---and he got quite a bit of mine. Turned out Brandon liked it so much in his home town he sent the wife back to Wisconsin and extended his stay, accompanied by his two identical teen-age twink sons. We've still learning about some of the nasty hijinks those two cooked up during that---and subsequent---visits to our little humdrum community. Suffice it to say that they both took after their cock hound dad!
Not all that long ago Brandon happened to hit it off with an overseas client---a major financier who confessed to the beefy blond (after pumping his ass full of Euro cum) that Mrs. Davidson sealed their initial business deal years ago between the sheets. Shocked, Brandon hired a private investigator and discovered that all the while he'd been guiltily languishing in a sea of cock and ass, his wife was fucking her brains out with their clients! Brandon filed for divorce, splitting assets down the middle, got custody of his sons and sole proprietorship of the business and relocated to Europe with his tattle-tale lover. He sold me the house on Mansgrove Lane for a fair sum, where I've been happily living directly across the street from my straight buddy Ray. His baby brother Joey, in fact, was my live-in houseguest up until recently. We all miss Brandon; he was a hot fuck and fit right in with our "buddy group".
Ray's other "bitch" back in those days was young Petie Stavros, the oversexed grandson of his next door neighbor---a hot senior fuck in his own right. Curly haired Petie defined the term "cock whore". He loved a big hard dick and, when ravaged with cock hunger, didn't much care who it was attached to. His throat and ass hole---luscious as they were---had absolutely no conscience. I don't know where he learned to do some of the things he did---but that young stud was damned fine! I first had him at Joey's wedding, right upstairs in one of the bedrooms in the restored mansion where the reception was held. How the hell was I to know that my buddy Ray (not to mention Joey) had been plugging his ass long before that? Things got real heated once the cat was out of the bag; we shared numerous threesomes---me and Ray giving that sweet slut all the man cock he could handle.
Throughout it all, though, Petie remained smitten with Ray---his true blue---and probably still is today. No longer a teen, Petie is a young man living in Florida, a college graduate with high honors (and most of us know exactly how he accomplished that particular feat). There was a bit of a scandal here necessitating Petie's departure. It involved our State Senator, a nice looking married man with two children---boy and a girl. Even after resigning his position and losing basically everything he had, Senator MacGreedy, a youthful looking middle-aged man, still came around the neighborhood sniffing after Petie. Lucky for him I was outside tending to my front lawn when he came canvassing the street for his young lover. Being the good Samaritan I am, I invited the lustlorn ex-Senator in for a beer, broke the news about Petie's departure and spent the next several hours fucking his deep, tight ass in my bedroom. In fact, he's moved into the room recently vacated by Joey and is currently staying with me until he gets his private law practice back up and running. And don't think for one moment I haven't noticed the hungry manner in which he looks at Ray, practically smacking his lips with wanton hunger. It's certainly been a lot of wear on tear on my old johnson trying to keep the horny ex-Senator satiated---and anchored to this side of the street!
Now, just so you fellas don't get the wrong idea, understand that big Ray thoroughly enjoys the ladies. That's not to say that I don't, but he enjoys them a whole lot more, which is exactly what got him in a whole heap of trouble in the first place. He'd been a horny bastard from the time his dick first stood up straight and, despite the fact he was porkin' plump Cathy on a regular basis, there wasn't enough pussy for a hot teenage horndog like Ray. How was he supposed to know Cath would find out about him banging some blond down at the service station where he worked? All kinds of hell broke lose, especially when he found out Cath was knocked up with his kid.
No stranger to life without a father, Ray practically got down on his knees begging forgiveness and swore he'd never touch another woman long as they remained together. And the good looking bastard has kept to his word all these years. Not that he isn't tempted from time to time, and he surely appreciates a pretty face and shapely bod, but he doesn't ever touch. Doesn't have to---not since I taught him about buddy sex.
I'm a firm believer in one fundamental fact: men have a natural born camaraderie with other men. Just think about it. After a long day's work, when you go drop in at the local watering hole for a few brews during happy hour, aren't you more apt to see the guys drawing up together trashing over sports and politics than hanging with the women folk and dishing designers and gossip? When a set of couples go out, say to dinner, don't the guys conversate with each other and leave the women to their girl talk? Cripes, I can remember every Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday gathering I'd ever attended where the dudes were lounging out in the den watching the game while the women prepared the feast in the kitchen. Men just naturally gravitate toward each other because they have basic common needs and interests; they understand each other. Try understanding the female species! What's that expression about men being from Mars, women Venus? I fuckin' believe it with all my heart and soul!
Not that it's not nice to have them around every now and again. They serve a multitude of needs to the male species. Hell, if they didn't, they wouldn't be here in the first fuckin' place! Most of 'em (least wise, the ones I allow to occupy my time every now and again) are awful nice to look at, smell real pretty and can make a man feel damned good with their sweet, deliciously moist powdered pussies (the best part of them). I've had an awful lot of pussy in my day and can't say I ever had one I didn't like. Turns me on to eat them out for a good half hour, getting the bitch off at least twice before I get in to some heavy duty fucking. And then go snacking some more. Always seems to drive them crazy when I get down on their freshly fucked pussy---guess they expect us men to just roll over and doze off after the main event. Not me---gets me horny all over again tasting myself on her cunt lips.
That's all well and good (damned good!) but then there comes a time when a guy needs something else. Something he can only find with a buddy. That wild, rough and tumble, no excuses, no regrets slammin', steamin' sex that only two men can have with each other. Soft, perfumed skin is alright sometimes, but a wild ride with a macho, muscular fuck mate much like yourself is the ultimate in unadulterated sexual bliss. And I'm not talkin' no limp wristed, lisping pansy here. Those are the types you see hanging around with the girls at the bar. I'm talkin' real men. Like Ray.
You guys all know the crux of my story by now. About how I found him pumping iron our in his back yard shed with nothing but a stuffed jock strap covering his he-man flesh. How he read me like a cheap dime store novel and knew exactly what nasty thoughts I was thinking about him. How he surprised the fuck out of me with the old "a mouth's a mouth" routine. And how I jumped right on in, giving my straight younger buddy the blow job of his life. And mine.
Despite our age difference, we been best buds for a long fuckin' time now. He even has the brass balls to call me "Dad" from time to time---and I let him. We do all kinds of macho manly stuff together---hunting, camping, fishing----you name it. Most times I'm right there with the family when they go off on vacation, sometimes hauling around my "bimbo of the month" (as Ray calls her) for company for Cath while Ray and I are secretively fucking. We're work out partners as well, like two prancing roosters, challenging each other beyond endurance out in that infamous shed we put together in his back yard. Both our bodies show the muscular results of our efforts---hell, it's probably due to Ray that my physique looks as well as it does here in my mid age.
The two of us have fucked and sucked pretty much everywhere---and got caught (to my knowledge) only once (by his equally healthy younger brother, the notorious Joey). Brazen as we are, we're often done it right there in the Giagianno house with his wife and kids just out of earshot. That workout shed is as ripe with the scent of male sex as it is with our combined sweat. We've made it in a canoe going down the Lehigh Valley rapids, on a ski lift climbing the mountains in the Poconos, after midnight on the beach in Cancun, in the darkened caverns of an amusement park ride, in numerous rest rooms---and a host of other places. By the time of that late Spring of 2001, only months before those horrific events in nearby New York City and Washington, D.C., Ray and I'd been balling for close to seven years! I'd suck him off (as only I can), he'd fuck my accommodating, bucking ass---one or the other and most times both. I took enough of his rich cum up my ass to impregnate a tribe of fertile women and drank enough to make a parched man envious. While Ray was deliriously getting off, however, I was often left with blue balls. Ever the straight man, his lips would go nowhere near my cock and most assuredly his tight, virgin ass hole was off limits to anything other than my wet, probing tongue. The hunky sonofabitch loved having his man hole eaten out. From the way he grunted and groaned I knew he'd be equally partial to my desperate rod---if only he'd concede and give me the chance.
I wasn't resentful at his negligence of my individual needs. Being around my straight buddy was, most assuredly, enough for me! Of all the dudes---even the broads---I'd been with my entire sexually undeprived life, he was the one whose presence I coveted above all others. Didn't matter if all we were doin' was playing a couple hands of poker, having coffee over his kitchen counter on a Sunday morning, building his back deck---he was my best bud, sex or none. Most straight guys, even bi guys like me, would never admit it but for everybody there's at least one important guy you need in your life.
In my hopeful fantasies, Ray broke the final taboo and became more sexually adventurous than he already was. How I wanted him to unexpectedly throw his fine, perfectly shaped ass up into the air, spread his granite melons fingering his tight, hairy hole and beg me to make a better man of him. How I wanted him to part his thick, succulent lips and swallow my jumpin' johnson right down to the hairy root while I brushed dark, falling locks back from his proud forehead and looked into his gorgeous hazel eyes. I wanted him to slurp on my cock and gag as my pent up load gushed down his straight man's throat. I'm not a patient man by nature, but my straight buddy Ray was well worth it. Probably the reason I sought sexual release elsewhere was due to Ray's lack of reciprocation; if he was an equal opportunity player hunky Ray would probably be my one and fucking only!
Confucius say relationship must endure change to become stronger (and if he didn't say it, he should). In those early months of 2001, a little over five years ago, I felt a change being written on the winds. Cathy had some problems in her plumbing necessitating a hysterectomy and suffered a long recuperation period. It must have thrown her hormones all the fuck out of whack, because she became something other than the fun-loving girl I'd known all these years. Even to this date she's never returned to the "old" Cathy; you'd think out of the two of us that I was the younger one, she the fuddy duddy! The upside of the whole thing: no more kids. After four, who the hell needs more rug rats any way? The downside, at least for her devoted husband, was her complete lack of interest in anything remotely related to the act of sex. Up until then then couple had shared a fairly healthy sex life. For a man with Ray's overpowering sexual needs this was catastrophic! After first, of course, she couldn't; after awhile, she just didn't want to.
Well, you guessed it, you jealous bastards---my date book suddenly became filled. To be truthful, if I even had such a journal, it never really would have been anywhere near the empty stage anyway. Hardly a day went by during Cathy's recuperation period that her handsome husband wasn't banging fuck out of hungry asshole. As you might recall, I'd now known Ray for many years, but what I didn't realize was that the virile hunk was horny 24/7. No wonder his wife's cunt was worn out!
He got in the habit of ringing my fucking bell in the early hours of the morning, rousing me from my sleep for a pre-breakfast jaunt. Zap on the orange juice, fellas; I was drinking hot cum fresh from the spout in the AM! We had many a luncheon assignation behind the locked office doors of his office or mine, the lock barely turned before his hard cock was already free of his slacks. This was followed by a happy hour fuck, usually at a rest stop mutually accessible to the both of us. And then came evening. We got together at his place---or mine---presumably to watch the game, but it was me doing all the scoring. This old man was deliciously exhausted from all our frantic rutting by the end of one week. As I said, change is good.
I don't give a fuck who they are, when two people are fucking for a prolonged period of time some sort of affectation has to eventually develop between them. Small and subtle changes had been taking place in Ray over these past seven years, beginning with those big manly bear hugs he started throwing me after an exhilarating fuck session. Then came a casual peck on the forehead, eventually resting on my bristled cheek and, finally, one day a quick smack on my lips. Just a quick, friendly peck---no slipping in of the tongue or sloppiy mashing of macho lips. I could very well have grabbed the fuck by the scruff of the neck and, in that moment of surprise, smashed his mouth to mine and tied him up in a serious lip lock, but when dealing with straight dudes you've just gotta bide your time---lest you completely scare 'em off.
I suppose I'd become the willing recipient for the lack of affection Ray was getting from his ailing wife. Even through her recent troubles, the loyal lug was keeping true to his age-old promise to not fuck around with other women---but his main fuck buddy was another story. We were at it hot and heavy down by the waterfront, a short walk from Mansgrove Lane, some time after midnight. It's not a major bathing beach area, only a small stretch of sand along the bay frequented by local fishermen during the early morning and late afternoon hours, pretty much concealed from the dead end street by high growth of reeds. Some time ago the town constructed a small boardwalk over the marshy area stretching the length of the beach, presumably a scenic attraction for the geriatric set on their daily stroll. There were even a set of benches facing out on the water view where you could rest, look out and, on a clear day, see the buildings in Brooklyn, NY. The benches were marked with much graffiti now, as were the railings of the walkway, with carved invitations to "SUCK MY COCK", "CALL MELISSA FOR A HOT BJ", and the like. One garbage can, filled to overflowing with empty beer bottles, proved this to be a hot spot for local teens. Much fucking had taken place on this boardwalk---and I'd done my own share of it.
So there we were, me standing on one foot with my pants huddled around the ankle while my other leg was cocked up onto the wooden boardwalk railing hoping I didn't catch a splinter and clutching the railing, gazing out at the moonlight reflecting off the bay while Ray savagely (oh, yeah!) rammed into my well-lubed hole. The muscles of my forearms knotted under the skin, holding on for dear life lest I be catapulted off into the drink, while Ray repeatedly slammed his rock hard shaft all the way to the hilt into my clutching man pussy. I grunted with pleasure each time he buried himself to his hairy balls in my convulsing asshole, always a slut for a nice hard fuck from a frustrated husband.
My own organ was hard as marble, jutting outward from my loins and leaking streams of pre-cum onto the wooden railing. Every time he plunged in gave my cock an electrifying jolt and produced another wave of slick lube. Damn, how I wanted to grab hold of myself and jerk my meat! It was just about driving me fucking crazy! But I knew to let go of my hand hold for even one moment meant risking losing my precarious balance.
Ray's thick, hot battering ram pile drove into me again and again, fucking me harder and harder it seemed. I was grunting deep in my chest each time he slammed home, practically knocking the wind out of me. He was throwing every ounce of his strength into banging my ass, plowing his healthy cock deep into my guts with an almost brutal force. His trim hips were like whirlwind pistons, forcing his prominent prick to penetrate me as thoroughly as humanly possible. It was a full-force, macho fuck---and I was loving every gut-wrenching moment of it!
Pressing his sweaty, muscular body closer, Ray's big strong hands came around from behind and ran across my smooth, contoured chest. He sought out my pectorals and took took hold of my hardened nipples, tweaking and teasing them between calloused thumb and index fingers. I imagined he fondled Kathy's breasts when taking her from behind, probably much more gently than he was rough-housing mine. Not that I was complaining; I'm a man and wanted to be handled like a man! With his tit play sending waves of pleasure down to my jouncing cock and his prick prodding my prostate, I succumbed to the overwhelming sensations. My straight buddy was fucking me like he'd never fucked me before!
To my delighted surprise, the hot hunk's wet lips nuzzled against the thick cord of muscle running under the skin on the back of my neck and began kissing there with a randy ardor. Just as unexpectedly, his hand came down to grasp my leaking cock and began fisting it like an old friend. It was the first time he'd shown any interest in my sexual release and I was dutifully thrilled. My colon clutched his invading member even more passionately as he continued to drive it deep inside me. The palm of his hand felt slick and hot as it stroked my throbbing cock faster and faster, almost matching the ferocity of his awesome fuck tool. I was at the complete mercy of my straight buddy; between the dick up my ass, one hand jerking my dick, the other yanking my tit and his lips nuzzling the back of my broad, sweaty neck, I was thoroughly possessed by big Ray.
I could hear in his breathing when Ray reached that ultimate exhilarating moment when a man loses total control over his body. His fevered panting turned to deep, short and pained sighs as he slammed his monster all the way up my juicy ass hole one last time and exploded his load deep inside my clutching colon. At the same time, bursts of jizz blew from my beefsteak wrapped in his quivering hand, flying clear over the railing and into the night. Uncontrollably, my body leaned back and my head rested on Ray's rounded shoulder, smelling the manly essence of him as we took ourselves through our mutual orgasm.
That proved to be a ground-breaking night for me and my straight buddy. We had shared some sort of intimacy between men and, from that time forward, Ray showed no remorse about gripping my cock in his powerful hands and beating me off.
By mid-spring Cathy was back on her feet physically, but emotionally she was still something of a mess. Those hysterectomies can really fuck a woman up! I felt bad for her---really, I did. Just because her husband is my number one fuck buddy doesn't mean that I bear the missus any ill will. I've liked her since before Ray; she was doing secretarial work at the car dealership where I then worked. Cathy always had a lot of spunk and didn't give a crap what anyone thought of her---it was a real shame to see those attributes I once admired suddenly absent.
I showed up on Mansgrove Lane one nice, breezy Spring evening unannounced. Not that this was any problem; I had a standing invitation to the Giagianno home---just like one of the family. Parking my car curbside in front of the house, I glanced across the street at the Davidson home and paused to wonder when we could expect a return visit from Brandon and his adorable twin sons. With the school semester ending soon, I expected they would be returning in a month or so. Now that I knew Ray was fucking Brandon's tight married ass, I had every intention of getting a piece of that for myself. Better yet, maybe I'd learn what kinds of a cocksmith the handsome Brandon was and let him excavate my nether regions. And those boys of his were cute enough to fuck. Far as I could recall, they'd be seventeen by now and, in another year, legal for prigging. (Of course, at this time I had no idea how easy it would be to have a double dose of Davidson look-a-likes.)
Turning away from the vacant home, I nearly bumped right into old Nikos Stavros, grandfather of slutty Petie, who resided next door to my straight buddy Ray, taking an evening stroll.
"Evening, Jon," greeted the virile old man with his longish mane of silver hair brushed back from his forehead. "Are you dropping by to visit your friend, my neighbor, or have you come to call on me?"
There was no ignoring the twinkle in the old man's mischievous eyes. Ever since I discovered Nikos had a special place in his heart for male ass, I'd offered mine up to him on more than one occasion. Let me share something with you, my youth-oriented readers: don't ever turn a good man down just because he appears to be way "over the fuckin' hill." Nikos may be all of sixty years old, but that granddaddy can fuck like the energizer rabbit!
I gave Nikos a seductive wink and, with a grin, countered, "Some other time, Nikos. I'm checking in on the G's."
Nikos clucked his tongue and unashamedly cupped his crotch with one big paw. "I suppose I'll just have to continue my stroll and see what else I can find. You never know who you might bump into around these parts." Quickly he added, "If you change your mind, boy, stop on over. The wife has already turned in for the night, meaning the hearing aid is out. Headache, or something like that, I think she said."
"But what if I pop over later and you've already found a fuck buddy?" I teased him.
Nikos smiled broadly, his aging face brightening. "You think I'm too old to take on the two of you?"
Shaking my head in wonder, I clasped a friendly hand onto his still-strong shoulder. "No way, Nikos. You're a stud all the way."
Nikos chuckled proudly at that and made his way down the sidewalk in search of another hot, willing hole. I had little doubt he'd find one; seems like there was something in the water in this part of town that made the male population stand up and take notice of each other in a way they never had before. I'd like to think I had a little something to do with that!
I made my way along the right hand side of the house on the walkway Ray and I had laid down last year, a nice little job of intricately placed pavers. Reaching a gate, I undid the clasp and allowed myself in the big back yard which had seen many a barbeque during the Giagianno's tenure. The cover protecting the swimming pool from winter's savage elements would be removed within the next few weeks and the yard readied for the oncoming season's festivities. I'd offer to help him out, as I did every year. We always built up a bit of a sweat working the yard, laying down seed, planting, pruning trees and hauling out the seasonal furniture. Even after all that labor we usually wound up in the shed at the back of the property, Ray's private domain, and pumped some wicked iron.
Entrance by way of the back yard was the norm for those closest to the family; we rarely used the front door. Stepping onto the expansive deck we'd built off the back of the house many years back, with a great deal of help from Joey, I paused to take a deep breath of the fresh early evening air and glanced up at the sky taking on its majestic tones of pinks and purples as the sun dipped low into the horizon. A slight, but not unpleasant, chill had taken hold, a grim reminder that the much heralded warmer weather was not yet entirely upon us. I looked forward to rising temperatures when I could discard all this cumbersome clothing and display the fruits of my weightlifting labors for admiring, and sometimes envious, eyes.
Lightly rapping my knuckles against the glass patio doors, more as a courtesy than a necessity, I took hold of the handle and slid the door open and allowed myself into the kitchen area. Ray, Joey and I had literally gutted the kitchen some time back and, with the assistance and advise of Joey's construction boss, a hard bodied stud named Stosh, created a fabulous space for Cathy to work her female culinary magic. She was especially fond of the island dead center in the room where she could prop herself up on one of the stools and do her stuff while enjoying an amusing glass of wine. Ray's terrain was the work out shed; Cathy's, the kitchen.
I half expected to see her there rinsing dishes, mopping the floor or sitting at the island preparing a food supply list when I entered but, instead, was pleasantly surprised to discover my straight buddy in the apparent act of invading the refrigerator. The room was illuminated solely by the meager light from the fridge, which cast a provocative glow over his mostly naked, masculine body. The hot fuck was barefoot, wearing only his favorite pair of cotton lounging shorts, drawstring tied low on his waist and flowing loosely around his knees. Leaning against the wall with my arms crossed over my own expansive chest, I paused to admire his rounded deltoids, solids biceps, thick forearms, mounded pectorals, washboard abs and thick, hairy calves. The way he was bent over peering in the fridge with one arm resting along the top of the open door molded the thin material of the grey-colored shorts to his granite glutes and caused an instant arousal in my groin.
Pausing from his food hunt, the handsome fuck turned his head to look at me with that ever-present twinkle in his hazel eyes and flashed an adorable, crooked smile which caused the little mole at the corner of his delectable mouth to momentarily disappear.
"You're one horny cock sucker, you know that?" he quipped in his deep, resonate voice.
"That's the pot calling the kettle black," I snorted.
"What's goin' on, Dad?" he asked, turning back and fetching a plastic bottle of spring water from the fridge before closing the door, twisting off the top and directing himself back at me. I watched as he took a huge gulp of the water, a trickle of it escaping the corner of his mouth and quickly dripping down to land dead center on one quarter-sized brown nipple. Absently brushing it off his chest, he failed to miss my obvious interest.
"Sorry, Dad. I know you'd like to have cleaned that up yourself," he teased.
"Just don't let it happen again, fucker," I played tough.
Ray smiled widely again and led the way out of the kitchen, me trailing right behind with my eyes glued on the mounds of his man's ass. As we made our way to the den on the other side of the house, I couldn't help but notice the relative quiet.
"Where's Cath? The kids?" I queried.
"Took some time off to go and visit her father," Ray answered. I remembered that her father still resided, at least part time, in Cape Cod. "First time she's showed interest in doing anything since the surgery, so I was all for it."
"How long does she plan to be away?" I asked, making conversation as we both plopped our asses down onto the comfortable couch, Ray less than arm's length away from me.
"She says a week, maybe two." He shrugged one big shoulder. "Who knows; if she gets in one of her moods she'll probably high tail it right back here. But I don't think so; she seems a little better. Taking more interest in the kids and shit."
"Too bad they had to go with her," I countered. "I mean, it might have done her good to get away from the whole shitload of you."
"Fuck you!" he bellowed good naturedly. "It ain't easy playing Mr. Mom, but you wouldn't know nothin' about that, you cunt-lappin', cock-suckin' bastard!"
I spread my hands and shrugged my shoulders. "Some guys got all the luck."
"Yeah, well, sometimes I wonder------" His voice trailed off, as if he'd suddenly become lost in thought. His eyes were trained on the wide screen television set across from us, tuned in to an ice hockey game. I'd always thought of ice hockey as a winter sport; it somewhat amazed me that the damned season went on well into the Spring. "They didn't all go," he said, breaking that momentary reflective silence. "RJ's got some games and wanted to hang out here with his buddies, anyway."
Raymond Junior, RJ for short, was the couple's oldest son and excelled in every school sport. "I can't imagine there's much interest for a fifteen year old in visiting grandpa for a couple weeks," I offered. "I remember when I was in high school, I'd much rather be with my boys than hanging with the family."
Ray gave me a look. "Yeah, I just bet you spent a lot of time with the boys."
I gave him a playful shove. "Actually I was more into pussy at the time," I declared.
Ray drained his bottle of water and leaned over to set it down on the long coffee table in front of us. Slouching back down in the sofa and propping his feet up on the table, his abundant crotch was more aptly on display and, this time, he missed my long, admiring praise as he was closely watching a play being made in the game.
Personally, I wasn't much into hockey. I watched it because he did and feigned interest in the sport, but I was more of a baseball type of guy. Didn't even really know what was going on at the moment; I think it was some kind of play offs or something. Alls I know is that it hurt my fuckin' head trying to keep up with that little puck flying all over the ice. And most of the stick handlers looked like they'd taken that puck in the face one too many times.
"Being into pussy's what got me four hungry mouths to work my ass off to feed," Ray finally replied.
"Well, you don't have to worry about that any more," I sighed, referring to Cathy's recent hysterectomy.
"Why? Since I met you?" he shot back, turning away from the screen to look at me with amusement in those endearing eyes.
I smiled broadly and lifted my shoulders again. "Me, Brandon, Petie---your inner circle of fuck buddies. I told ya long ago it's an important thing for a man with a healthy appetite to have."
"If you'd have told me that when I was RJ's age, I'd have told you to go fuck yourself. Pussy was what I needed---and got lots of."
"You think RJ's dippin' his dick?" I asked, although this wasn't the first time I had pondered the question. The kid was a hot looking teen, nearly the spitting image of his father at that age.
"You fuckin' kiddin', Dad?" Ray feigned shock. "He's my son! If that kid hasn't been getting any the past couple years than something's gotta be wrong with him!"
"You gonna say the same thing about Megan?" I countered, referring to his daughter.
"I'll kill the sonofabitch that touches her," he growled---and I believe he meant it. "That's daddy's little girl you're talking about!"
"So it's okay for your son to get laid, but not your daughter?" I carried on the conversation with one raised eyebrow.
"Damned straight! Guys need to drop a load, especially at that age. Girls need to hang on to their virginity---for a while, at least." He was back to watching the game.
"So where these guys supposed to pump their loads if the girl's aren't supposed to give it up?" I pressed him. "Seems like you would have had a case of blue balls back in your formative years if all the girls kept their legs closed."
"You tryin' to piss me off?" he asked, looking over at me again. "Cos I"ll kick your old ass if you keep the shit up."
"Think you could?" I challenged and flexed a bicep for his appraisal. "I got these things same as you, mother fucker."
Before I knew it, he had thrown his entire body weight on me, knocking me back against the length of the sofa. Having taken me by surprise, Ray had the initial advantage in our skirmish. His big arms hugged tight around me, forcing my arms against my sides so I couldn't get a quick handle on him. His massive, hairy thighs were to either side of me, squeezing tight to prevent me from wriggling free. But I was no pansy; I resisted with all the power I had in my middle aged body. We'd wrestled many times over the years with Ray almost always coming out as victor. I had no doubt he'd win this bout also, but I wasn't about to make it easy for his hunky ass. With one powerful motion I managed to wrestle one arm free from his grip and quickly slipped the side of that arm under his chin, pushing with all my might to get him off me. I heard the tear of my shirt as Ray grabbed a fistful of it, refusing to lose his advantage over me. The collar burned against the back of my neck as he held fast, buttons popping and the material ripping from my body to expose my own powerful, heaving chest. Ray made a grab for my wrist, which freed my other arm. Quickly I slapped my open palm against his smooth, naked chest, fingers splayed out against his manly flesh and pushed him back. Refusing to concede, Ray wrapped one massive arm around the back of my neck, holding me snug in the crook of his arm. Our bodies rocked and rolled, finally sending us tumbling off the couch onto the carpeted floor, knocking the coffee table ass over end. Our muscular limbs flailed about, grappling for quick purchase. I was strong, but Ray, being stronger, quickly rebounded and had me pretty much pinned to the floor under his husky body. I somehow got a flailing arm around him and my hand grazed the small of his contoured back, causing me to discover a delightful surprise. Somewhere along the line, Ray's drawstring had come loose and his shorts were riding dangerously low. Before he could exercise any further power over me, I skipped my hand over the contoured slope of his upper melons and dipped my fingers deeper down into his sweaty, hairy trench.
Ray paused, his face now right above mine. His hot, panting breath washed over my face and a small smile played across his lush, succulent lips. His body relaxed and, for the first time, I felt the pressure of his erection throbbing against my inner thigh. The sonofabitch was as turned on as me by our male skirmish; I'd had a hard-on from the time he first thrust his beautiful body against mine.
"I win, Dad!" he proclaimed huskily, still breathing heavily from all the exertion, his hands now planted to either side of me on the carpeted floor, his body suspended above mine.
My hands came up to slide over his rounded shoulders and down the front of his muscular chest. "What's the prize, fucker?" I breathed.
"Your hairy ass," he smiled more widely.
I smiled back, admiring his handsome, dark good looks. My eyes focused on those pink lips. I wanted to taste him right then, mash my mouth against his and force my tongue between his lips. He looked so damned sexy it was making my cock leak like a fucking faucet.
"When's RJ due back?" I inquired, my fingers now tweaking his big meaty nipples.
"Since when do you care who's around when we fuck?" he snorted. "I remember me banging your slut ass out in the shed years ago while he was knocking on the door trying to get in."
I chuckled, remembering some of our risky exploits. Ray seemed to thrive on the thrill of potential discovery and, I had to admit, it only served to heighten our not-so-clandestine encounters.
Ray rolled off me and laid at my side on his back, his breathing now returning to normal. My heart was still thumping in my chest, but I think it was from the sight of him laying there all hot and manly with his nine-incher tenting the front of his shorts, the head just peeking out from the undone waistband. Without further ado, I slipped my hand inside and cupped his swollen bull's balls. Ray instinctively spread his massive thighs a little wider as the blunt ends of my fingers tickled his sweaty scrotum. As my digits traced through his sensitive perineum the stud flexed his thigh muscles, slightly lifting his manly ass and allowing my middle finger to dip into the steamy crack of his ass. His big husky body shuddered when I made contact with his forbidden man hole. He allowed me to rub his virgin ass lips for a short while but, just as I was preparing to take the plunge and dip just the tiniest tip of my finger inside him, Ray called a halt to any finger fucking.
"Don't get no ideas, you fuck," he warned. "You know I don't go for that kind of shit."
I gave him an exaggerated look of disappointed, but quickly recouped. "But I know what you do like."
Climbing over and between his thick outstretched legs, I grasped them by the outer sides of his hairy, pumped up calves and lifted. Quickly catching on to my game, Ray took hold of himself by the sexy joint at the back of his knees and spread his husky legs even wider apart. With his powerful legs lifted, the bulging thighs practically angled parallel to his tapered lats, my straight buddy's male pussy spread open before my lust-heavy eyes. My mouth positively watered as I admired those tight, awesomely shaped melons, the sweaty hair-lined split of his perfect ass and the inviting pucker of his quivering man hole. Smacking my lips dramatically I placed my hands on his gaping thighs and dove right in. My dripping tongue swiped up and down the entire length of his sweaty cleft with big, sloppy cow licks.
"Oh yeah!" Ray groaned throatily, head raised from the carpet and watching me between his spread thighs through sex-glazed eyes. "Eat out my ass, you nasty fuck!"
Growling like some kind of mangy dog, I rammed my face into his tasty crack and went fucking crazy on him. My head was whipping back and forth, my nose pressed firmly against his crack enjoying the intoxicatingly male aromas while my tongue was all over the place licking and lapping at every centimeter of his most secret place. Grabbing those granite melons on either side, my thumbs pressed against the sides of his pucker and stretched the elastic skin, forcing the pink folds of his stubborn hole to part. Lunging forward again, I ran my chin between his hot cakes and over his twitching ass ring, the bristle of my eight o'clock shadow causing macho Ray to visibly shudder. Observing the effect it was having on him, I scuffed the inner sides of his glorious globes with my cheeks while my tongue continued to give him a raunchy ass bath.
Reluctantly abandoning my prolonged foreplay for the main event, I zeroed in on his tangy, inviting bung hole. My tongue probed and lapped at his musky, rosy pucker, causing big Ray's ass lips to alternately constrict and contract with my maneuvers. The macho lug was lovin' every minute of it, moanin' and groanin' deep down there in his throat and grinding his manly hips against me. His straight shitter was tight as a drum, yet I remained certain that I'd ultimately manage to get him open. I kept licking and lapping those sweet, succulent folds of tangy butt cuff until his tight ring relaxed. Quickly taking advantage of the desired moment, I breached his sphincter and thrust my wet tongue inside him.
Ray moaned again, shoving his fine man's ass up against me and forcing my face even deeper between his strong, muscular butt cheeks. My tongue slithered like a runaway snake as far as humanly possible up inside his hairy ass hole. I tasted the manly essence of him and groaned appreciatively as I proceeded to royally eat him out. My tongue swirled around inside his deep, dark tunnel, bathing his ass walls with wet, warm saliva. His ass lips were maddeningly pulsing around the root of my tongue, giving it an awesome massage while I probed his virgin fuck chute. I loved his ass, could have gone on eating it all fuckin' night long---yearned for the opportunity to slip my big boy inside there and fuck the straightness out of him---more so than with any other dude (or broad, for that matter) I'd ever been with. His brother Joey came a close second, but Ray would always be master at this game.
The ethnic hunk's big bloated ball bag was hanging down between his spread thighs, squashed against my forehead. With my tongue still embedded inside him, I looked up to see his massive man tool towering upward, so fucking rigid that the heavy blue veins bulged under its slick surface. A virtual river of pre-cum was ceaselessly flowing from his thick dick gash and oozing down to pool on his tight, ridged abdomen. I couldn't take it any more; much as I loved Ray's ass, I had an equal fondness for his fuck stick and an undeniable thirst for his heady ball juice. It was a shame to watch all that sweet nectar being wasted.
Not without a little bit of effort---Ray just didn't seem to want to let go---I finally extricated my tongue from his grasping ass hole, somehow managing not to rip it out by the root. My mouth left him for nary a moment before I was all over his big bull's balls, licking and sucking those hairy orbs. I lathed each cum-filled orb, loving the way they jounced around in his swollen sac. My hands came up to massage the insides of his outstretched, muscular thighs, my big thumbs teasing the tender flesh of his soaked perineum. Since he figured I was no longer going after his asshole, Ray's powerful legs slowly lowered, still spread and bent at the knee, but now with the soles of his feet firmly planted on the carpet to either side of my bod. No longer in a semi balled-up position, Ray's handsome cock arched up majestically from his hairy loins. Stretching my face-hole jaw-breaker wide, I gulped in his entire ball sac (no small feat, fellas!) and sucked on those bad boys while my hand reached out and took hold of his mammoth weapon. I jerked that big solid piece of man meat, watching more thick pre-cum flood from his piss eye and leak down to lubricate my working hand, while I warmed up his hefty bag.
Spitting those delicious eggs free, I turned to licking at my straight buddy's thick horny cock shaft. Starting from the funky root, I sloppily worked my way up the throbbing underside of his hot, solid man tool following the thick quivering main vein and savored the heady flavor of pre-cum combined with Ray's abundant maleness. My flat tongue glided over the network of veins pulsing maddeningly under the hard, heated surface as I lustfully traversed the nine heart-wrenching inches ever upward toward his ultra-sensitive purple-hued mushroomed cap. His cock head was a pure work of fuckin' art, almost plum-sized like his younger brother, and handsomely majestic.
I swirled my tongue around the thick ridge of his hefty helmet and completely engulfed the sensitive head with my working mouth. His entire cock stalk pulsed and jerked as I took to nursing that fleshy knob. Sexy Ray groaned encouragement while my wet, pink tongue did laps around his cock head and showered it with warm saliva as my hands groped his big manly balls. Sweet, salty fuck juice pulsed from his meaty cock lips to coat the insides of my working mouth. Savoring the heady flavor of my "main man", I swished his ball nectar around while the tip of my tongue worked on that bundle of nerve endings right at the underside of his corona. He was leaking hot and heavy, near ready to drown me in joy juice, so I swallowed, moaning huskily as his salty sauce slid down my throat and traveled to my belly. High on his seminal fluids, I forced my way into his puffy piss slit and coaxed even more man seed to well up from his sweaty sac and satisfy my raunchy thirst.
"Fuckin' hot cock," I murmured as I came off him, wrapping a fist around his hard, pulsing fuck meat and jerking him only a few inches from my face. Hot cock skin slid over his massive shaft as I squeezed that delectable piece, feeling it wickedly alive in the grasp of my hand.
Ray's thick eyebrow were furrowed and there were lines of exasperation etched across his proud forehead. He was watching me with his hands tucked behind his head. "Eat it already, you fuckin' cock tease!" he barked.
I knew better than to mess around with my straight buddy when he was this boned up. Besides, since he'd found himself a couple of other fuck buddies, I had to make sure I stayed first in line; didn't want to come in a close second or distant third behind pistol Petie or bawdy Brandon. Leaning back in, I licked up the hefty underside of his masculine shaft and gave one obligatory swipe over his wet cap before traveling back downward to nestle at his hairy root. Marveling at those huge knockers laying between his widespread, muscular thighs, I couldn't help but give them a bit more attention. Sloppy slushing sounds emitted from my mouth as I sucked in one nut, rolled it around on my tongue and then moved on to the other. Ray's hot ass was squirming about on the carpeting and his hairy thighs were beginning to quiver. Unloading his saucy sac, I worked my way back up his throbbing fucker until I reached that proud purplish dome. Stretching my cocksucker's lips wide, I engulfed his cock head and began a feverish sucking.
"C'mon Jon, you know how to throat that fucker!" Ray breathed hotly, digging his hands into my short hair and forcing my head down on him. My parted lips worked further down his fat shaft, taking more than half of it into the warm cavern of my mouth. Ray was making small thrusting motions with his hips, fucking his hot cock into my face. When Ray thrust upward, I bobbed down, taking him to the back of my throat and taunting him with the promise of deeper things to come. I was already breathing like a bitch through my nose, knowing my windpipe was soon to be clogged with that big, handsome monster.
Ray was breathing hot and heavy. His tongue flicked out to lick his lush, manly lips and thick veins were already throbbing at his temples. Swirling my tongue around his tasty head one last time, I used every fucking cock sucker's talent I'd ever learned to swiftly go down on him. Gulping one...two...three times, I swallowed Ray's hefty meat right down to the thick, hairy root. He let out a strangled cry and his muscular body tensed, cords and tendons standing out in breathtaking relief. Ray loved to be deep throated; I'd learned that the first day I sucked him back in that shed years ago.
Our positioning wasn't the greatest (it's a little difficult to throat a rock hard dick arching away from you when you're attacking it from the underside) so, without ever taking his beauty from my face, I shifted my body over one of Ray's hunky thighs and threw my legs outward lying parallel to his hunky body. One arm went next to his opposite hip to prop myself up and the other worked on kneading his huge ball sac while my experienced throat milked his horny dick. From this angle his cock more naturally fit down my gullet. Even more advantageous, positioned next to each other like this on the carpeted family room floor in a classic sixty-nine position, my own cock was near enough to Ray----just in case he felt the need to help a buddy out.
And, to the complete delight of my dripping manhood, he did! A big bicep flexed as he reached across his powerful chest to take my throbbing meat in an overhand grip and methodically stroke me. Groaning my appreciation, I shoved my face against his crotch, my nose digging into his sweaty ball sac. Leaning forward, Ray spat a wealth of saliva onto my thick prick for extra lubrication. It was next best to the real thing to feel his warm spittle splat against my overly-excited beef steak. The straight guy worked my cock like one of those professional stick handlers on the television screen, long ago forgotten since we'd involved ourselves in another type of sport. I aptly repaid him with an all-out, balls-to-cock-head, throat fuck.
"Bet you like that, don't you, you nasty fuck?" Ray growled throatily. "Big fuckin' dick on you, too. But not big as mine."
I nodded in agreement and garbled something around his tasty filet, pleased as hell he was even noticing my pride and joy. To show my appreciation of this rare occasion, I slurped and sucked on that juicy side of beef of his like it was the fruit of the gods. His thick pubic mound tickled my chin every time I buried that fat fucker far as humanly possible down my wet, deep throat and I snorted like a fuckin' pig when I came up off that majestic sex rod. My lips were all over his dripping, swollen cock knob, treating myself to a bit of Ray-juice before I plummeted back down and stuffed my face again. I knew my neck had to be bulging grotesquely outward, the tendons standing out boldly just under the surface from the burden I was placing on my esophagus. His dick throbbed wildly, seemingly stretching my throat ever wider as it milked his cock, desperate for that first shot of straight man's cream.
"AH, FUCK YEAH!" Ray bellowed breathlessly, his he-man body quivering with desire. So caught up in my deep throated blow job he'd nearly forgotten the deed at hand and had a super vise-grip around the base of my big, happy boy. I could feel all the blood collecting in my shaft, making it painfully rigid and a deep, vein-bursting shade of angry purple. I mumbled incoherently, the vibrations on his cock from my vocal chords only serving to stimulate him even more, and roughly grasped his wrist, coaxing it back into jerking action and, thusly, freeing my cock from sure strangulation.
"Shit! Look at that fucker," he breathed huskily, watching as the blood flew more freely and returned my aching cock to some semblance of normalcy. I was leaking pre-cum like a fuckin' sieve by now and knew he had to be getting some on his big, calloused hands, which excited me even more. I was totally unprepared for what happened next.
I was doing a deep bobbing up and down, exercising every fucking muscle in my neck and hopin' I didn't look too much like a bobble head when I felt his hot breathe wash over my genitals. Pausing with a puzzled grunt, I twisted my head to look down at him and saw my straight buddy with his face dangerously close to my club peering at it as if seeing dick for the first time. My breath caught in my throat (and I nearly fuckin' choked) when he moved in, eyelids dreamily fluttering closed, and rolled out his tongue to wash over the wet surface of my cock head!
Drawing back as if an electric bolt had sluiced through him, a look of displeasure crossed his handsome features and his tongue curled, skidding across the bottom of his top teeth like a cat who'd caught a hair ball.
"Taste's like the fuckin' ground," he spat out.
"You're ass tastes like the fuckin' ground," I shot back in mock insult after I'd dislodged his prick from my gullet.
He looked down at me, his big cock being casually jerked in my hand, and grinned mischievously. "Then you must like eatin' dirt!" He turned back to my dick, stroking it slowly in his calloused palm and to my utter astonishment took another swipe across my tender mushroom. He shook his head and grimaced, though his tongue was obviously working around inside his mouth, trying to figure if he really liked the heady flavor or not. Damn, how I prayed he did; this was more than I could ever have hoped for!
Afraid to move a muscle lest I spook him, I also didn't want to appear too fuckin' anxious for him to continue with his newfound fascination. Truth of the matter is, like I've mentioned before, it took years just to get him to man handle my cock. I had just about given up the fantasy that this ultra-macho straight husband would ever decide to take the forbidden plunge. And yet here he was, curious as the proverbial cat, observing from close range my pre-cum leaking like crazy. With my heart beating wildly in my chest and sweat breaking out on my brow, I kept one watchful eye on him as I resumed sucking on his ramrod.
The big lug ran his thick index finger along the crease of my dick slash, obviously fascinated by the flow of another man's dick honey. His fist came up to glide over my cock head and slid more easily down my shaft, now coated with added lubrication. He did this again and again, driving me crazy every time his strong hand made contact with my sensitive mushroom. I couldn't help the moan that escaped and reverberated against his awesome cock.
"You like this shit, don't you, Dad?" The handsome bastard was looking at me again with those bedroom eyes. As a show of appreciation I went all the way down on him again, secretly satisfied when I heard his husky gasp. I let my throat muscles work around his live cobra for a short while but I was more than anxious to raise the elevator and see what my straight buddy was up to now. Either he was still attentively observing my throating technique or he had his eyes closed enjoying the sensations flowing through his body. Or, hopefully, he'd turned back to scoping out my equipment. I was hoping for the later. I wasn't disappointed.
Ray kept jerking me with a slow, steady pace. His strong hand was liberally coated with my pre-cum. His other hand reached around my cock and took hold of my ball bag, squeezing (a bit too hard) my sac and hefting my nads. You'd have thought he'd never handled his own scrotes before from the way he thoroughly inspected mine. I spread my thighs a little wider to give him easier access. He toyed with them awhile longer before releasing my sac and taking hold of my shaft by the base as he ceased the jerking. He held my crowd pleaser up tall and proud, observing it once again with that curious expression etched across his smoldering good looks, and swiped two fingers---index and middle---across my dick cleft, curling them up like a kid who'd taken a stab inside the jelly jar. I nearly choked on his dick as I breathlessly watched him bring those fat fingers to his lips and suck them into his mouth.
He-man Ray was getting used to the taste of another man's juice and, from all appearances, growing less and less apprehensive. He never even glanced my way as he licked his digits clean, a slight frown etched across his darkly handsome features. I quickly buried my face in his crotch lest I be caught gawking and more masterfully marinated his beef steak.
Ray went back to jerking me, this time using both hands. Let's not forget boys, though he may have been a bit bigger than me, I was no slouch in the cock department either! And it takes two hands to handle men like me and Ray. With one watchful eye on my straight buddy, I fucked my mouth up and down his blood engorged pole, taking him down the throat every time. He'd jerked me before, but this event was turning out to be the ultimate hand job. Ray's big hands were wrapped around my hot, throbbing cock, his wedding ring gliding over the surface of my turgid meat as he wanked me. Fuck liquid pulsed from the gape in my helmet, constantly lubricating his working hands and shamelessly coating his marriage token.
Ray was watching me now. Beads of perspiration had broken out on his proud brow, complimenting the sheen bathing his hard, muscular body. His smoldering hazel eyes were fixed on my lips running over the entire surface of his thick, throbbing shaft, mentally taking notes. His thick brows creased in the middle and he emitted an almost inaudible huff each time I bottomed out on his colossal cock. His eyes flicked upward and caught me observing him.
"Bet you'd like me to give you some of that, wouldn't you, you crazy cock sucker?" he asked breathlessly. It was more statement than query. With his thick piece lodged in my throat, all I could do was mutter and bob my head in the affirmative.
After a few beats of indecision, Ray ceased his wanking and shifted his manly body even closer. One work-calloused hand wrapped around the thick base of my meat, holding it upright and angry while he scoped it out one more time. I wasn't sure if he was making a mental picture or looking for pimples, but all thought soon passed when the big lug closed his eyes and dropped his head, running my leaking staff along the surface of one grizzled cheek, across his clefted chin and up the other side. I nearly blew a load right then and there, the sensation of his day's growth against the sensitive skin of my shaft causing me to tremble with desire. Cum glaze shone on my straight buddy's face as his eyes flickered open to stare into my cock eye a scant distance away.
It's hard as fuck to explain, but it almost seemed as if it were all happening to someone else. My heart was thundering in my chest, yet I also felt like I had stepped out of my body and was watching from a short distance away. If I didn't stop breathing then I came damned close to doing so when Ray's sensual mouth slowly opened and his wet, pink tongue darted out to probe the puffed-up lips of my cock slit. Even though pre-cum was liberally oozing over his lapping mouth muscle, Ray's attentions were far from tentative. The straight stud had made a decision and seemed determined to follow through. His hot breath washed over my meaty glans as his tongue dug into the folds of my cock hole and drove me near to fucking crazy.
Ray's tongue drew back inside his mouth and I breathlessly watched his bristled cheeks hollow as he taste-tested my juice. The jutting adam's apple in his throat rose and fell as he consumed the nectar, no longer finding it distasteful. His wet tongue swiped out again, lapping across the entire surface of my engorged cock head. I moaned like a bitch in heat around the pulsing dick in my own mouth when Ray's lips slid over the entirety of my mushroom. With his lips locked under my ridge, Ray's hot wet mouth began sucking on my juiced-up cock head. While one hand stroked the length of my shaft, his other worked at kneading my sweaty ball sac.
And he wasn't bad for his first outing at taking a dick into his mouth. After being on the receiving end of cock worship by myself, Petie Stavros and Brandon Davidson, Ray had a fairly good idea of how to treat a man's cock. Warm, wet saliva washed over my glans as he licked and sucked, his tongue swirling over the surface of my corona and playing over my piss hole. Although he wasn't yet the most accomplished cocksucker, I didn't care. Just to see my cock between the juicy lips of this hunky husband was enough to set my ball juices churning and I knew I wouldn't last long before unloading my cream.
I went back to work on his sex tool with more gusto, licking over the tasty surface of his thick, throbbing shaft from root to cap and swallowing him all the way down once again. Ray groaned when I stuffed his rigid meat in my face, sending nasty vibrations over my own mighty meat. My throat clenched around his massive organ as my drenched mouth worked at creating a powerful suction, forcing blue blood to surge through his powerful dick. I gave his stud meat a hard suck, stretching my aching jaws wide and chomping down to his short curly hairs every time. Ray was loving my macho maneuvers and countered with some of his own.
His fist was flying over the wet surface of my prick and his fingers were squeezing my big balls almost to the point of discomfort---but I didn't fucking care. His slimy tongue continued to wash over my wet sex knob and tap more rich pre-cum from my near-to-bursting well. He was lapping, licking and gulping down the salty mixture like he'd been savoring it all his straight life. Those lips which had kissed his wife all these years were now kissing my cock head. Somehow, handsome Ray had instinctively caught on to breathing through his nose while his mouth worked magic on my manhood. Damn, how I wanted to thrust my hips forward and shove my cock deep into his mouth, maybe go for broke and stuff it clear down his throat! But, even through my carnal desire, I realized I needed to go easy in this, his virgin tour. From the way Ray seemed to take to my cock, I was fairly certain there'd be plenty more experimentation in the future.
I would have loved to have gone on for hours with my straight body in this ultra-hot sixty-nine, but Ray's hairy sac had drawn up tight and his muscular body was showing those tell-tale signs of his imminent release. My face pumped up and down on his weapon, driving his hard cock clear down my throat. Ray's big body began trembling and spasming against mine. Although he continued to jerk it, his lips came off my meat and emitted a series of sexy moans, groans and sighs as he reached his orgasm. Hot jets of scrumptious spooge erupted from his dick, shooting clear down my esophagus. I came up off him enough to allow Ray to fill my mouth with his hot creamy cum, swallowing like a parched man to keep up with his powerful blasts. He came so fucking hard, harder than he'd ever had before, that even a pro like me had some trouble keeping up with it. Succulent sperm leaked from the corners of my mouth as I tried like hell to drink down everything he had to offer.
He might have thought my garbled grunting was appreciation for the hot load he'd offered but, in fact, I was seconds away from blowing my own load. That strong hand of his jerking my meat had produced the desired effect. I nearly choked on his junk when my balls unleashed their pent-up juice, the first blast firing clear over his shoulder. Impressed, Ray turned his head to follow the sperm flight, inadvertently causing my next sticky missile to splash against his grizzly cheek. Alerted by the warm wetness against his face, and still jerking me through the orgasm, Ray turned back and took the next blast right against his puffy lower lip. His tongue instinctively came out to glide across the surface, a stream of my spent cum dangling from its tip. My groin heaved again while watching him take the offering into his mouth and seemedly savor it. He continued to pump me until my balls were sufficiently drained, glancing over at me with a mischievous grin on his face.
"You happy now, you nasty cock sucker," he quipped in that deeply resonate voice of his.
"Fuckin-A, buddy," I panted. "Not bad for a beginner. Petie and Brandon are gonna be impressed."
Ray shook his head. "Uh-uh, Dad. Any future cock sucking I do is strictly for my number one fuck buddy."
I couldn't help but beam with pride and satisfaction---although I wasn't about to hold him to the promise. When it came to sex, a man has no control over what his mind and body tell him to do. If Ray went down on Petie, Brandon or anyone else, I wasn't about to throw stones. In fact, I kind of hoped he would broaden his horizons and sample some other meat. The more practice he got, the better he'd be on me.
Propped up on one elbow, Ray was resting on his side, thick legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the calves. His semi-erect cock was lying along one hairy, muscular thigh as he casually scratched his ball bag and turned his attention back to the game on the television. It was now well into the fourth quarter, Ray's team had fallen behind and---just like a straight man---his interest was instantly diverted.
My eyes suddenly darted to the window on the wall across from me, attracted by some foreign movement. Ray noticed my gaze and looked over to see what had caught my attention.
"Thought I saw something move by the window," I explained.
He gave a small chuckle and scratched his nuts once more. "One of those fucking bushes moving in the breeze. They been rubbin' against the house all winter. I been meaning to prune 'em for a while now, just never seem to get around to it." And then he was back to his game.
Not entirely convinced, I looked over at the window again. It could have been the movement of a shrub; could have also been a reflection from the television screen against the window pane. Whatever it was, was no more. Repositioning myself on the carpet with the back of my head tucked into my hands, I redirected my attention to the game, hoping it would soon end in victory for my straight buddy's team. Maybe he'd be in the mood to celebrate by throwing me another one of his hearty fucks---preferably upstairs in his marriage bed.