Straight Buddy Ray

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY: BROTHERS AND OTHER LOVERS

This is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual situations and is meant to be consumed by a mature audience.

Copyright 2007 JRoyale

Ray Giagianno was a worried man. Any father worth his salt worries about his children and Ray was no exception. He had sired four offspring; two boys and two girls ranging in age from fifteen to four. None of them were planned but each was an individual blessing to the Giagianno family. He should have known from the outset that his wife, Cathy, was extremely fertile when he knocked her up while still a teenager. Cathy was almost eight years his senior and, at nineteen, Ray was still sowing his wild oats. He'd fucked a lot of pussy from the time he reached puberty and continued to dip his stick whenever the opportunity arose, even while living under Cathy's roof as her resident boy toy. The realization of impending fatherhood resulted in an unexpected reality check. It was fairly obvious Cathy was in love with him and he had to admit to himself he felt something for her, too. And he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he allowed his child to be brought into the world without a father, much as his own Dad had done to the family when he deserted them shortly after Ray's thirteenth birthday.

The marriage almost didn't happen. Cathy found out he'd fucked around with a big breasted blond secretary down at the service station where he worked. Ray swore eternal fidelity to Cathy---vowing he'd never touch another woman if she took him as her husband. It didn't take Cathy long to waver. Ray was a good looking young hunk with lots of potential and Cathy knew something like him would probably not come her way again. They were married three months before Raymond Junior was born. Some four years later came little Megan, the apple of her daddy's eye. Next came Caitlin, his second daughter and finally, four years ago, another son they named Frankie. Earlier this year Cathy encountered some medical problems which necessitated a radical hysterectomy, effectively putting an end to any thoughts of further family additions.

Cathy's hormones were thrown completely off whack after the surgery. There were times Ray felt like he was living with a different person. The doctors claimed it was completely normal, but that didn't make things any easier. His once energetic bride now spent most of her time in their room, in bed, reading or watching the talk shows and soaps during the day and retiring rather early in the evening. The children, especially four year old Frankie, didn't really understand the change which had come over their once-active mother. They only knew that she'd been sick and they must alloq her some time before she was healed and well again. Ray was as supportive as he could possibly be, but he missed the fun-loving woman he'd been married to for fifteen years. Cathy showed little or no interest in things she'd once enjoyed, including sex. Which, for a man like Ray, was a sort of torture.

In recent weeks, little by little, Cathy showed signs of coming around and showed a bit of her former spunk. Earlier in the summer she'd even gone off to Cape Cod with the three youngest children to spend some time with her father. The trip seemed to have done her a world a good. Cathy returned appearing a little more lively than at any other time following the surgery. There were still days when she fell into a deep funk but, thankfully, they were becoming fewer and fewer. For the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday she'd even insisted on hosting the feast at their home, inviting both hers and Ray's families. It would be a houseful and Ray was a little concerned she was taking on too much, but the planning seemed to occupy her mind. An added bonus was the arrival of her father and brother from the Cape, who were staying at the Giagianno home during their holiday visit.

With his wife apparently well on her way to recovery, Ray's worries about her diminished. It had been over nine months since they'd last made love and, although she still showed no interest, Ray determined to be a patient husband. Besides, it wasn't as though he was going without. Desperate as he might be, Ray refused to break his fifteen-year-old commitment to Cathy and start carousing with any of the babes around town who would throw their skirts up in a heartbeat for him. But he had other options.

No, Ray's current worries had nothing to do with his wife. And they had nothing to do with his children. The kids were fine, on hiatus from school the rest of the week due to holiday closing and enjoying their grandpa's doting company. Seemed as though each night he'd come home from work he'd found Caitlin on one knee and little Frankie on the other of his father-in-law, intently listening to the story their grandfather was reading to them from one of their many books. Didn't matter they'd heard the same tale over and over; this time it was revered grandpa reciting the story!

At that age kids had no troubles. Even eleven year old Megan was a content child, although she was different from the others. Megan was the studious type, a straight-A student. Ray didn't know where she got that from; both he and Cathy were poor-to-average students during their school tenure. He didn't know what Cathy was up to back in her day, but he was far too busy scoping out pussy to be concerned with his grade point average.

And then there was Raymond Junior, RJ, his eldest. Every time he looked at the boy he had to shake his head in amazement. Seemed as though RJ was morphing into a man more and more every day. And the good looking high school jock reminded him so much of himself at that age. Ray was proud of his son's accomplishments in the various sports activities he participated in. It gave him a good feeling to attend one of his son's matches and see how much of an accomplished athlete he had become. RJ participated in everything: wrestling, baseball, basketball, soccer, football---you name it. He excelled at every sport and his body showed it, with teenage musculature ripening all over his frame. It was little doubt he was the most popular young man at school. If the son was anything like his old man, RJ also had a following of doting female admirers. Although RJ didn't seem to express interest in any one particular girl, Ray had a feeling he was hot for that cute little cheerleader, police officer Parker's daughter. Ray wondered if his son had gotten himself any pussy yet. Hell, by that age, Ray Sr. had been doing it for years!

RJ was a good kid. Despite his fixation on sports, he also turned in decent grades. Maybe not as good as his oldest sister, but they were passable. Ray trusted his son and allowed him a great deal of leeway. There was nothing to be concerned with when it came to RJ---and Ray hoped it always stayed that way.

No, it wasn't those under his rooftop who had Ray concerned. But the object of his recent worry was as important, if not more so, to him than his own children. It was his best buddy, his younger brother Joey that had his thick, manly brows in a frown of late.

Joey, at 22, was ten years younger than him. Ray had practically raised the boy from the time he was three, when their father unceremoniously walked out on his family to take up with some Cuban wench he eventually married. Their mother, Sonia, was of no use to any of them at the time. In fact, she still was a self-absorbed Puerto Rican bitch on high heels who went through fey young men like throw away hosiery. Ray was the one taking on any odd job around the neighborhood he could get to bring in a little extra money to the household: mowing lawns, delivering papers, sweeping floors in local restaurants and bars and any number of under-the-table employments.

Ray mentored Joey, coaching him in any number of sports and helping him nightly with his homework. Ray went practically no where without little Joey in tow. Joey was a gawky teen with a bad complexion and protruding teeth, but as time went on he developed into a handsome young man. Ray knew he, himself, wasn't hard on the ladies eyes but he figured Joey to be even better looking, in a more rugged type of way. Joey wasn't the greatest student in school, despite Ray's assistance. Then again, Ray was no genius himself when it came to calculus and the like. Joey was destined to be more the dumb, brooding---but good looking---school jock type. Ray breathed a sigh of relief when his little brother graduated high school. It was close, but somehow he managed to pull it off with little better than a D grade point average.

Joey appeared to be doing real well in his job with private construction boss Stosh Wojiewicz. The macho Polish man seemed to have taken a liking to Joey from the start and always used him and another guy, Kyle, on his jobs. Wojiewicz must have made a good name for himself all over the county because he rarely seemed at a loss for work---which was good news for Joey. Since he'd been working construction Joey's already hunky body had filled out to even greater proportions. Ray was impressed with the size of Joey's arms, which outdid his own muscular limbs. And the husky buck's calves and thighs were like friggin' tree trunks! He looked more like some northern logger than the gawky kid he'd been only a few years back. No longer was Ray so certain he could defeat his bro in one of their friendly wrestling matches.

Joey got looks, that was for sure. When they were off somewhere together, both brothers got their share of admiring appraisals. But Ray was a married man and Joey had followed suit, tying the knot about a year and a half ago. Ray was never crazy about his brother's girl friend.

Tracy seemed like a stuck-up, spoiled little bitch from the very beginning which, indeed, she was. Raised in an upper middle-class Irish Catholic household, Tracy was used to getting the best---and Joey was a guy with few smarts and a lot of heart. Even her parents were opposed to the union at first. Ray wisely kept his opinions to himself, only questioning his brother once about his certainty in marrying the pretty girl. But Joey was insistent, the parents finally acquiesced, and the marriage took place in a more lavish ceremony than they'd planned. Ray still got a chuckle every time he thought about it. True to form, his fuck buddy Jon accosted him in the men's room and gave him one of his superior blow jobs. Although he'd sworn off other women, Ray never promised not to take on a male fuck buddy---and older Jon was at the top of his slowly expanding list. Ray was a virile man who needed sex---lots of it---and with his wife not putting out for quite awhile now, his hormones forced him to seek release elsewhere while remaining true to his pre-marital vow.

They'd all tried to get along with Tracy, but she was cold fish. Even Cathy attempted to befriend her, but Tracy just wasn't interested. Seemed the only time she livened up was when she was with her girl friend Samantha. More and more the two were becoming inseparable. When Joey and Tracy came over for family functions, Samantha was always the third wheel. Ray didn't like that one any better than he cared for his sister-in-law, but he nevertheless played the congenial host in their company. He'd questioned Joey about Samantha's constant presence, but Joey merely shrugged his big, rounded shoulders and said they were friends. Sometimes Ray wished he could knock some sense into the big lug's head. But, from the looks of Joey's bod, the younger guy might manage to take him.

Ray had noticed something surly in Joey's disposition over the past few weeks. At first Joey blew it off as nothing but, a few days ago, he reluctantly decided to come clean with his idolized older brother. They were down by the waterfront, a couple of beers in hand, sitting on a huge log washed up on the meager beach and gazing out at the bay while they shot the shit.

"Joey, what's up with you, man? Lately you act like you lost your best friend or somethin'. Is it the job? Stoshie's not having any trouble, is he?"

Joey shook his head as he looked sheepishly down at a space between his feet. Thick chestnut waves of hair danced over his heavy eyebrows. "Nuh," he muttered, "job's good."

"Then what the fuck is it?" Ray back handed him on one strong bicep for effect. "I'm your brother. You can tell me. You always used to tell me everything."

Taking a deep breath, Joey gazed out across the bay through his hazel-hued eyes. "It's fuckin' Tracy."

"Well, what's wrong? She sick or somethin'? She looks fine to me."

"Nah," Joey shook his head. "Not like you mean."

"Then what? C'mon, bro, I'm here for you." Ray just knew---had known all along---that his brother's somber mood had to do something with that little, tight-assed bitch.

Joey was silent for awhile. There were a lot of things he'd like to tell his brother. Starting with the time he'd walked in the garage and caught Ray with his pants down getting a blow job from none other than his good buddy Jon. In all his imaginings, Joey would never have thought Ray would be the type to get it on with another guy. Not his macho brother! But they were fuck buddies, as Jon later attested to when Joey came upon the older dude sprawled buck assed naked across his brother's bed jerking his rod and sniffin' Ray's sweaty jock strap. Jon told him all about the way fuck buddies help each other out, how Ray and him sucked and fucked around with one another from time to time. Always the one to follow in his brother's footsteps, Joey let Jon have a go at him. Damn, how raunchy and awesome it felt to take a dick up your ass! Joey'd already had himself a few girls but there was nothing to compare with the way he got off with a dick banging away up inside his man hole. It turned him on even more imagining his big brother's deep toned cries of ecstasy when Jon porked him deep, just like the other man claimed. (Of course, in his naivety, Joey was unaware that Jon embellished a great deal of the facts just so he could get a bang at Joey's luscious straight ass.)

Joey became addicted to dick from that moment on---and found little shortage of it right there on his brother's neighborhood block. Old granddad Stavros, the next door neighbor, threw him a mean fuck across the diving board in Ray's back yard while the family was away and the senior's grandson Petie, Joey's frequent basketball partner, revealed himself to be an errant cock hound. Joey even found sex on the job site, convincing buddy Kyle in the same manner he'd been convinced that there was nothing wrong with a dude having a fuck buddy. When they were discovered by their boss, big burly Stosh, the hung Polock gave them both a deep ass fucking. Joey'd fucked one of his mother's queer boy friends and, even at his wedding reception, took it up the ass from his high school buddy Jackson. The one his prostate itched for was the uncut, ten inch monster that popped through the glory hole in the back room of the gentlemen's club the night of his bachelor's party which he'd sucked like a groom gone wild. He never knew who the anonymous cock belonged to, but Joey would sure liked to have had a go at it again.

Despite all his recent action, Joey was convinced he was as straight as the next guy. He'd easily bought in to all Jon's admonitions about guys having some buddy action on the side. And, since he was equally convinced his macho, family man brother was doing exactly the same thing, Joey had no qualms about taking---and giving---dick from other dudes at all available opportunities. He might be a married man, but so was his brother. Guys were like that and that's all there was to it.

There was, however, one person who wanted nothing to do with his big boy. Probably the most important person in his life.

Joey cleared his throat. "Tracy won't fuck." When Ray didn't immediately answer, he cast his handsome older brother a sheepish sideways look.

"W-what do you mean she won't fuck?" Ray looked perplexed.

"I mean she won't fuck. Ever."

"How long's this been going on?" Ray asked, wonder apparent from the tone of his voice.

"Since I met her," Joey clarified in a low, embarrassed voice. "We've never fucked."

Ray's face broke out in a nervous grin and he slapped his brother's strong, broad back. "You're shittin' me now, right? You're trying to tell me your wife won't let you fuck her?"

"That's right." Joey looked down at the sand again. Ray thought, for a moment, he saw a tear in the corner of the younger man's eye.

"Y-you been married what, a year and a half? And you haven't had sex yet?"

"Yeah, Ray," Joey sighed, annoyed, "we haven't had sex."

"Well, I mean, have you tried?"

"What the fuck you think?" Joey gave his brother an angry look. "Of course I tried. She says I'm too fuckin' big for her and it hurts when I try."

"What the fuck you got down there, bro, a baseball bat?"

"You're not funny, asshole," Joey answered wryly. "What, you wanna see?"

"I seen you naked before Joey, for cripes sake. From what I remember, I got more meat on me than you."

"When I get a fuckin' hard on it gets wide, okay?" Joey was embarrassed enough admitting to his brother that he was less than a man in the marriage bed without having his masculinity challenged.

"Yeah but, dude, do you get her wet enough before you try to fuck her or do you just go right to it? You have to get them lubricated, man. Get their pussy juices flowing."

Joey shook his head and spat. "I know how to fuck, Ray. It's not the first time for me, you know. It's Tracy. I can eat her for a whole damned hour and still---nothing."

It's Tracy, all right, Ray thought. She's as cold in bed as she is out of it. If it weren't for Cathy and that age old promise he might be tempted to teach the little twat a thing or two about how to treat a real man. Instead, he put a comforting arm around his baby brother's wide expanse of shoulders.

"I can imagine how frustrated you've gotta be," he replied in a calming, brotherly voice. "Me and Cathy haven't had sex since before her operation, and it don't look like it's about to happen any time soon. It's damned frustrating for a guy."

"Yeah, you ain't shittin'," Joey scoffed, looking up at a gull cross through the sky.

"I guess you have to beat off a lot, huh?"

Joey nodded and made a fisting motion with his hand between his hunky, spread thighs. Truth was, he rarely had to beat off at all. Not with all the mouths and assholes readily available to him. But he still couldn't tell his brother that they were one and the same when it came to finding sexual release. Curiously enough, at precisely the same time, Ray was wondering how he could---and if he should---introduce his desperate little brother into the world he'd discovered---the world of fuck buddies.

Ray pulled the muscular hunk into a sideways hug. "All's you can do is keep trying. She's gotta break down sometime. I mean, you're a Giagianno---a hot Italian stud with a splash of Latino blood thrown in. She's gotta be attracted to you, buddy, or she'd never have married you."

"It ain't like I don't try. But most of the time that Samantha is around and those two are up until long after I've hit the sheets."

"Well, then get that bitch out of your home." Ray could feel his anger rising. "You tell her you need time alone with your wife and don't take no bull shit from that one."

"Done that, too." Joey looked over at him wryly. "Tracy got all pissed off at me and wouldn't even talk to me for a whole week."

"So what the fuck is up with that?"

Joey shrugged again. "That's her friend. They been friends a long time. Like sisters, I guess."

"Joe, you gotta put your foot down, buddy," Ray advised. "Cathy's got female friends, too. Right now I'm damned grateful for every one of them. But they know when it's time to leave. I can't say a bad thing about a one of them. This Samantha stuff, man, I don't know. Doesn't seem right somehow."

Joey suddenly broke out in a big, endearing smile and slapped his brother on the knee. "So now you now why I'm not a happy fuckin' camper lately."

"Yeah, I get it. But you said it's been like this since before you got married. Why's it taken so long to get you down?"

"Who the fuck knows." Joey left out a hefty sigh. "I dunno. Maybe because the holidays are comin'. Maybe cause I'm thinkin' about how things are at your place with the kids all wide eyed and excited on Christmas morning. Maybe cause I'm thinkin' I'm no closer to having any of my own than I was before."

Ray felt a lump in his throat. There was nothing he could offer in response. Instead, he gazed out at the calm waters of the bay. He felt for his brother, had always felt for him and always would. But he didn't know how to help him in this one. Cathy would never, in her present condition, be able to get through to Tracy if he even suggested a woman-to-woman conversation. The only temporary solution he could think of to Joey's sexual frustration was something he was almost afraid to suggest. He wasn't sure how Joey would take it. Maybe if he spoke to Jon. But, no. There was still that part of him that, regardless of Joey's age, needed to protect his brother. While buddy sex may be fine for him, he wasn't so sure he wanted to introduce his beloved brother to the alternative. Ray was in a quandary and settled, instead, for holding Joey close as they exchanged body heat and watched the waves lazily lap up on the shore now and forevermore.

Ray was brought out of his reflections by the nibbling sensation of lips around the root of his big cock and the throat lovingly nursing its fat head. He looked across his prone, naked torso to the dark, curly haired young man giving him his usual expert blow job. Glancing at his wrist watch, Ray realized Petie Stavros had been working on him for nearly half an hour now and, unfortunately, he was no closer to ejaculation.

Digging thick fingers into the curls he lifted the pretty boy's face from his crotch. His wet cock slipped from between Petie's cupid lips and slapped back against his tight torso, spraying a ribbon of pre-cum across his chest.

"Sorry, Petie, I'm just not into it tonight."

The twenty year old college student, grandson to his next door neighbor, registered disappointment. Certain he could turn the stud on, he wiggled his tongue up the thick cord on the underside of Ray's hard on and tickled the wide piss slit.

"Really, Petie, I got shit on my mind." He moved himself up to a sitting position in the boy's bed, long hairy legs stretched out in front of him. Petie ran his hands up those well-developed legs, which he loved wrapped around him when Ray fucked him senseless, and pouted.

His entire reason for coming home from college in Florida for the Thanksgiving break was to spend time with his favorite stud, Ray Giagianno. It wasn't so much his family he cared about, although his father did toss him a good fuck last night in these very same sheets, but the manly man he loved deeply. Ray was like some sort of sex god to Petie; he was a stud on level above all others. And Petie Stavros had quite a few others.

The curly haired Greek had been sucking cock since the time he was thirteen years old. His first time was in a public rest room at the strip mall while his mother did her shopping. And Petie hadn't stopped since then. He had an insatiable desire for cock; he was a cock whore, and he knew it. He couldn't allow a day to go by without a hard piece of male flesh down his throat or up his sweet young ass. And no man seemed immune to his charms. All he had to do was look just the right way through those incredibly long lashes framing his smoky brown eyes and a man was putty in his hands. His excellent grades at school had little to do with his academic skills and more to do with his oral talents. Petie had made his way through most of the male professors in this, his junior semester, and was a favorite play thing of Dean Krauss.

On the home front, the fevered slut also lay claim to the male members of his own family. Petie had brought a renewed zest to the life of his grandfather, old Nikos Stavros, who was fucking like a young man again. He'd even unashamedly seduced his own father as he lay in a state of semi-sleep in bed next to his wife---and father fucked son every time he came home for a visit. Petie was even eyeing up his other grandfather, on his mother's side of the family. The old man was confined to a wheelchair, but Petie was reasonably certain his cock still worked and envisioned himself riding the man's tool and giving him a pleasure he'd long thought removed. Then there were all the uncles and cousins with their dark, Greek looks. Petie could make a career goal out of banging every man in his family and never have to look for cock elsewhere.

But the one he would always want, and never completely possess, was macho Ray. In Petie's eyes Ray Giagianno epitomized those virile legendary gods from Greek mythological times. And with good reason: Ray was a manly hunk! Although he stood a few inches under six feet, Ray towered above most other men in every other macho aspect. Not that Petie cared about height anyways. Positioned horizontal atop or below him, all his studs were six feet or better in the perpetually horny Greek's eyes.

Ray was an awesomely handsome buck, better looking now Petie figured than when he'd been Petie's age. Although if he looked anything like his younger brother Joey ten years back, Ray was eye candy fodder even then. His features were strong, his complexion flawless save for the tiniest of moles right at the corner of his succulent mouth. At the end of each day he sported an entirely masculine charcoal stubble, which served to enhance his sexual appeal. Between dark, sexy lashes a pair of hazel-colored eyes sparkled mischievously, those eyes always trained intently on the orbs of his partner, secretly amused by the reactions he created with his manly maneuvering. His mixed heritage of Italian and Puerto Rican descent afforded him dark good looks. Petie could never quite figure which the handsome stud favored. At times he looked like those bronzed Italian gondoliers and, at other times, he took on the features of a Hispanic hottie. His chestnut colored hair was worn short, parted dead center with wisps casually straying across his proud forehead, appearing as thick and lush as in his youth.

Petie would never forget the day he walked into the Giagianno back door and caught the man buck naked in the kitchen area, fresh from a shower with a towel casually tossed over his shoulder. Ray's entire body was a work of masculine development, from the top of his broad, rounded shoulders to the balls of his feet. The man worked out, that much was for certain, but his kind of muscularity didn't come strictly from a gym. Big, handsome Ray was obviously no stranger to hard physical labor, which had served to contour his body to perfection. The dude's arms were thick and powerful, his hairy forearms looking almost like twin clubs. His thighs, legs and calves were equally strong and abundantly hairy. Despite the fur on his limbs, his powerful chest and torso were smooth, save for the swirl of hairs around his indented navel which trailed down to his thick pubic patch. Ray's pectorals were nicely swollen and firm, sporting large brown nipples which seemed perpetually hard. His abdominal wall rippled with definition, his obliques as classic as a Greek sculpture and his waist tight and narrow. And that slab of man meat, that beautifully perfect cock which hung loose at six to seven inches, ultimately swelling to its full ass-splitting glory!

No matter how many other guys Petie had been with in his young life (and there had been quite a few) none could compare with Ray Giagianno. None ever would. Petie would be perfectly content to spent the rest of his life with sexy Ray. He couldn't wait to get home for this Thanksgiving break and hook up with the handsome husband. Petie was barely off the plane when he dialed Ray's digits at the office, anxious to set up a clandestine rendezvous. Unfortunately Ray was in a meeting at the time, but just hearing his deep, masculine voice was enough to set the young man's ass hole to twitching. He tried again later but, once again, Ray was far too busy to talk. Petie's disappointment must have registered in his voice because Ray suggested he call early the next evening.

Petie was bored the entire day, unable to think of anything else besides the call he would place at the appointed time. To his chagrin, the parents announced they were meeting his grandparents after dinner and taking in a movie. Petie begged off, claiming a bad head ache brought on by the change in climate between Florida and New Jersey. Soon as his parents were out the door he dialed up Ray's cell phone.

Ray answered at the third tone. As it turned out, he was at the Home Depot picking up some supplies for a project he was currently working on in the basement of his home. The store was conveniently located midway between the Giagianno and Stavros homes. Petie allowed how his parents and sister had gone out for the evening and he was home alone. Ray chuckled, knowing full well what the young man really wanted. He didn't like to encourage Petie, it was obvious that Petie'd become far too attached to him, but it had been a few days since he'd gotten off. And a few days without sex to Ray was like a few months in any other man's sex life. As he loaded lumber onto a dolly, Ray spoke into the phone tucked against his shoulder and agreed to stop by soon as he was finished at the Depot. Petie was always good for a really satisfying fuck.

Petie answered the door in little more than his tightie whities. His hands were all over the hot man before the front door was fully closed and all clothing removed by the time Ray shoved the college cock slut across his bed, quickly diving atop him. They frolicked in the bed, hands feverishly groping one another until Ray flipped himself over on his back, blood engorged hard on throbbing expectantly. Petie wasted little time engulfing the beefy member in his warm, wet mouth. Ray's big, strong hands caressed the back of Petie's sweaty neck as the young man expertly worked his big hog. Petie's hands certainly weren't idle, either. They were roaming all over Ray's muscular body, clutching his massive quads, playing across the rippled indentations of his abdomen, grasping hands full of pectoral mounds and tweaking hardened man nips. Not that he needed to remind himself of the married man's abundant assets. Petie had every fucking inch of Ray's manly body committed to jack-off memory. But it sure felt good to feel the real man, the man he wanted above all others, once again.

Petie worshipped Ray's magnificent cock with every bit of hot passion he felt for the handsome macho man. Ray automatically responded to his well-crafted techniques, thrusting his groin upward and rabbit-fucking Petie's succulent mouth. Petie relished every moment with his dream stud, his eyes never looking away from the good looking sonofabitch. He thoroughly enjoyed observing each reaction from the older man as he took him along the pleasurable journey toward a thunderous orgasm. Ray really seemed to be into it. Then again, when it came to sex the ethnic hunk was always ripe and ready. Which is why Petie was curiously baffled when Ray lifted him away from the hard, tasty cock.

"Sorry, Petie. I'm just not into it tonight. I got shit on my mind." He and his brother were stuck in a similar situation. Both had wives who weren't interested in sex. While Cathy had legitimate health reasons, Joey's frigid wife was just plain selfish. Lying there having his needs taking care of by young Petie, Ray had suffered a wave of guilt that he was getting it while his brother suffered without.

`You should tell that to your cock,' Petie thought to himself. Ray's beauty was one stiff, shiny muscle with blue veins pulsating just below its flesh and pre-cum liberally oozing from its wide gash.

"What's the matter, Ray?" the curly haired Greek asked, his puppy dog eyes trained on the other man. "Problem at the job? At home?" He continued to massage Ray's hairy, powerful thighs as he spoke, not yet ready to give up on his man.

Ray sighed heavily and raised his muscular arms, cupping the back of his head in his hands as he leaned against the headboard. Petie's cock did an excited jump, leaking a bit of his own juice, when he spotted the abundant growth of dark hair nesting in Ray's exposed arm pits. He wanted to crawl right up there, bury his face in the hot stud's underarms and revel in the manly scent of him.

Ray appeared lost in thought, staring up at some spot on the ceiling, and failed to respond to the younger man's query. Still, Petie pressed him. "Might help if you talk about it, dude."

Ray sighed heavily, his mighty chest rising and falling, and directed his gaze once again to the young Greek. "Personal stuff, Petie." Then, almost as an after thought, "Have you talked to my brother since you got back home this time?"

So this has something to do with Joey, Ray's younger brother, Petie reasoned. Joey Giagianno was every bit as handsome and hung as his bro. Petie and Joey had been buds for a while. Buds with benefits.

"No," Petie allowed, fully aware that his sphincter was really twitching visualizing the massive, ass-stretching helmet on Joey's fat fuck lance. Petie really needed to get fucked. If Ray wasn't going to ante up, he'd regrettably have to find someone else tonight. "Why? Somethin' going on with Joey?"

Ray seemed to ignore his question. "When you guys hung out together, shooting hoops at your grandfather's, you must have talked about stuff. You know, like, sports and junk."

Petie shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, we talked. Sports, cars, the usual shit."

Ray appeared to be having a hard time finding the correct words. " Did Joey ever say much about Tracy? You know, how they got along."

"She's a cunt," Petie said without hesitation. "Joey knew she was a cunt before he married her and I'll bet she's still a snob cunt."

Ray laughed, his handsome face brightening for the first time that evening. "Hell, Petie, don't hold back!"

"Your brother loves her, always did, even though he knew she was a fuckin' bitch. Why you ask? Did Joey finally wise up and bail out on her?"

If only, Ray thought. "No, nothin' like that."

Then what can it be, Petie wondered, that has Ray so concerned about his baby bro. And then it dawned on him like a bolt straight from out of the blue.

"Is this all about her not being into sex?" he asked. The look on Ray's face told him he'd hit pay dirt. "Can you imagine, dude? The bitch never did. She wouldn't even give Joey so much as a hand job when they were going out. Said she wanted to wait until after they were married for that kind of stuff. You mean to tell me she's still holding out on him?"

Again Ray dodged a question. "I don't get what Joey did all that time. I mean, I was fucking everything in sight when I was a young buck. How'd he get by?"

"Joey made do," Petie responded, his answer as evasive as it could possibly be. "Tell you what, I'll give him a call tomorrow. We can go down to the courts outside the school and shoot some hoops. School's out for the holiday and there'll be nobody around. I'll talk to Joey, see if I can help him out."

"Don't go getting any fuckin' ideas of goin' down on my brother!" Ray had grabbed a fistful of Petie's curly hair, his thick eyebrows set in a frown. "You don't mess with Joey."

Petie shook his head innocently. "Don't sweat it, dude." While protective big brother was overwhelming concerned with his brother's lack of sex at home, Joey wasn't exactly sitting around and beating his meat in the shower. Petie would like to have reassured Ray that Joey's ball bag was getting drained regularly---by the regimen of fuck buddies he'd amassed over the years. And who could blame the little hunk? When the wife refuses to put out, a man's gotta get relief somewhere.

"And don't you ever let me find out you said anything to him about what goes on between you and me," Ray further cautioned. "Don't know that my brother would understand about fuck buddies. He'd probably accuse me of turning queer."

"Me? Tell Joey---or anybody---and never get to hang with you again? Not gonna happen!" And Petie meant every word of it.

Far as the younger man was concerned, the conversation was finished. Now was the time to get back into the heat of things. Ray had blown off a little steam. Sexual relief would most certainly be most satisfying.

Scooting up to straddle Ray's massive thighs, Petie leaned down and swiped his tongue through the hunky man's highly defined pectoral cleavage and continued upward until he'd fastened his lips on the protrusion of Ray's adam's apple.

"Peeee-tieeeeeee," Ray scolded but, nevertheless, threw back his head to permit the younger man to suckle on his throat. Feeling the handsome man's day's growth of whiskers against his smooth face caused Petie to moan seductively. Ray was all man; more man than he'd ever known. He knew he couldn't tarry too long lest he leave a tell-tale mark, so Petie moved his lips along the wide expanse of Ray's collar bone and sucked at the firm flesh of one massive deltoid while his hand fondled its mate. Aggressively he dove into the man's exposed hairy arm pit, snorting like the sex pig he was while he reveled in the moist funk. Ray was already squirming on the bed, his arms coming down from behind his head to appreciatively massage Petie's shoulders. Petie alternately ran both sides of his smooth face down along Ray's thickly muscled arm, feeling the impressive bulge of his powerhouse biceps and his hairy, club-like forearms. After taking each finger of that hand between his lips and sucking them like tiny, yet thick, cocklets he moved over to the other arm and repeated the maneuver.

Sitting up for a moment, he looked into Ray's face through sex-heavy eyelids and easily read the desire in his straight lover's hazel orbs. Ray was a stud who liked sex---needed it---and Petie Stavros was happy to supply his unrelenting demand. He paused to appreciate the man's broad, well-developed chest capped by sculpted pectoral mounds with a sprinkling of dark, manly hair adorning their deep cleavage. Petie slapped the palms of his hands against Ray's solid pecs, eliciting a guttural whimper from the handsome man. Ray liked to play a little rough, as Petie well knew from that first time the married stud threw him a torrid fuck. Rubbing his hands over the mounded swells, he slapped them again and latched onto both jutting nipples. The brown nubs were the thickness of Petie's pinky finger and easy to grab on to. He twisted and turned the sensitive peaks, causing Ray to groan more loudly and squirm beneath him on his mattress. When he didn't think the man could possibly take any more tit torture (although studly Ray would never be the first to accede), Petie dropped his face down to his chest and fastened his lips around one swollen nip, sucking and lapping at the hardened thing like a babe to his mother's breast.

"Ah, fuck, Petie!" Ray moaned, digging his thick fingers into the younger man's curly hair and pressing his masculine body against the mattress. Petie worked the man tit for all he was worth and, when finished with that one, gave equal treatment to the other. He failed to stop until satisfied that Ray's sweet nubs would be rock hard for the rest of the week, causing the married man to think of him every time they moved against his starched work shirt.

The Greek's tongue skittered like a wet snake along the defined ridges of the awesome six pack etched across Ray's fat-free gut. He avoided the huge, throbbing hard on and dipped into the hairy indenture of the stud's navel, lapping at it as if it were a tiny, unyielding ass hole. Taking hold of the burning erection, the curly-haired nympho moved it away so he could luxuriate in the masculine funkiness of Ray's pubic area. Burying his face in the dense growth of dark curls fanning out in the triangle of the hunk's groin, Petie reveled in the sensation of the manly patch brushing against his smooth face. Groaning like some sort of animal, he latched his lips onto the thick base of Ray's shaft and feasted on the tasty, sweaty meat. Ray was leaking pre-cum like crazy, the thick, clear fluid oozing lazily down the long length of his cock stalk. Petie's tongue swiped upward along the entire heated nine inches, gathering up all the succulent offering and greedily devouring his favorite man cream.

There was no protest from the bigger man this time when Petie's hot mouth engulfed his plump cock head, the slippery tongue sliding all over the sensitive man flesh. Ray seemed to have temporarily forgotten all about his little brother's desperate plight as he succumbed to the pleasures supplied by Petie Stavros. Petie licked the entire surface of the bulbous knob repeatedly, churning up even more joy juice to pleasurably coat his palate. His tongue flicked at the sensitive collection of nerves right at the base of the big head, causing Ray's masculine moans to come even more steadily.

Ray knew what was coming when he sensed Petie's jaws expanding, when he felt the younger man's throat relaxing around his girth. Grabbing hand's full of bed coverings, he dug the heels of his feet into the mattress and prepared himself for the ultimate in cock love. Petie gulped, gulped again, and effortlessly swallowed his flexing tool right down to the short curly hairs.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkk!!!" Ray bellowed in his manliest, beastliest, tone. Whatever muscles he had in his throat Petie was using to squeeze and massage the fat man tool. Ray's big hands were in Petie's curly hair again, holding the younger man's head firmly against his groin as his massive chest heaved with unadulterated pleasure. Ray loved a deep-throated blow job. There was nothing like it in the world. In all his sexual exploits he'd never found a female able to take his whole thing. Even his wife---decent as she was at sucking cock---could only take about half his formidable length. But Petie and his buddy Jon were masters at the all-out, every inch devoured, game. Even Brandon, his other fuck buddy, was pretty well accomplished at it. Ray couldn't quite figure how in hell they managed it. During his virgin cock sucking experience last spring, Ray surprised even himself by taking a mouthful of Jon's hunky meat. He still wasn't sure what possessed him to do it---just got caught up in the moment, he later figured---although Jon sure seemed to enjoy hell out of it. But taking a dude's dick in your mouth was a far cry from swallowing it clear down your throat. Even if he were inclined to do so, Ray didn't think he'd ever be able to manage that one.

Petie was certainly making it look, well, easy. The tendons in his shapely neck were bulging, his nostrils were obscenely flared and his face was turning a shade of purple, but the Greek cock hound seemed to enjoy giving as much as Ray enjoyed receiving. He sucked on the cock from somewhere deep down in his esophagus for long as he could and, only when he thought he might suffocate on musky man meat did Petie finally extricate himself from the tasty rod. Mouthfuls of saliva washed over Ray's heavily pulsating prick as Petie sucked in lungs full of replenishing air. The fat dick was sopping wet and begging for more lusty attention. But, as it turned out, Ray was to find himself disappointed. But only temporarily.

Instead of chowing down on more beef steak Petie straightened from the hips and, rubbing his hands along Ray's bulky thighs, cast an intent gaze on the handsome face of his one true love.

"Don't fuckin' stop, you cock tease!" Ray snarled, but there was more desire in his voice than venom. "You're the one always wants this cock, so take it, dammit!"

One corner of Petie's mouth turned up in a smile as he rose to his feet above the sprawled out masculine stud. Stepping forward, he planted his legs to either side of Ray's hips and deliberately squatted lower over the man's groin. Toned muscles in Petie's calves and thighs visibly flexed as he hovered over his straight sometimes-lover and reached behind him to take hold of Ray's piece and direct it to his ass pucker. Swallowing hard, Ray grasped Petie by the hips, aiding the younger man in his precarious balance, sighing heavily when he felt the heat from Petie's bung hole wash over his glans. There was little resistance when Petie's ass ring stretched open to accept Ray's plum-sized cock head. The abundant saliva he'd earlier deposited all over the fat fuck tool helped the handsome cock glide more smoothly between Petie's ass lips and invade the depths of his fiery hot hole.

Petie threw back his head as he felt more and more of the hard, pulsating cock spread his fuck channel. A fine, glossy film of sweat broke out over his entire body. His tongue came out to lick his lips and his eyes rolled upwards as he savored each memorable moment of this first penetration. When he was sitting squarely on Ray's mighty thighs, his own balls tickled by the man's dense pubic patch, Petie knew he was right where he was meant to be. He could feel every fucking inch of Ray's fuck pole pulsing against the tight walls of his rectum and driving his prostate absolutely wild.

"Fuck, yeah!" Ray bellowed, his big working-man's hands still grasping Petie's tight waist. "Fuck me, Petie! C'mon, fuck me!"

Petie need no further invitation. Without further ado he lifted his ass, allowing inch after inch of hot cock to escape his clutch, and then dropped himself back down, swallowing it all up again. With each pleasurable effort he moved more rapidly until he was literally bouncing up and down on Ray's strong member. His own stiffie was bobbing wildly, sprays of pre-cum painting a disorganized scene over Ray's etched abdominals.

Ray pressed his head back into the soft pillows, his chiseled chin pointed up at the ceiling and, with teeth firmly gritting together, let out a long guttural groan. There was no denying that Petie Stavros could fuck with the best of them. He knew it from the first time he speared the then-eighteen-year-old. Although he feared encouraging Petie's puppy love, Ray had to admit (if only to himself) that he really enjoyed a roll in the sheets with the college boy. Petie was so smitten with him that Ray knew the Greek god would do his utmost to pleasure him. Sure, fucking around with buddies Jon and Brandon were good times, too. But there was something about Petie---something he couldn't quite put his finger on---that really got his rocks off.

Redirecting his attention to the younger stud riding his lance Ray realized, for the first time this evening, that Petie's body had matured since the last time they'd fucked. College life seemed to have done something for the young man's already-athletic physique. There was something fuller, bulkier about his body. He was no longer quite as boyishly slender as he'd been that first time in the Giagianno kitchen. Playing college ball seemed to have beefed young Petie up a bit. His arms and legs were heavier, showing a hint of musculature that hadn't been there before. Perhaps he'd never noticed, but did Petie always have dark hair over his shapely legs and healthy tufts under his arm pits? For some reason, Ray seemed to remember a younger Petie's legs almost smooth as a girls. Come to think of it, those dark hairs nestled in his ass crack and devilishly tickling the length of Ray's organ weren't there the last time they'd fucked. Had the boy been shaving himself all this time, deciding in his twenties to be a man and go natural? His chest was broader too, still smooth while his waist remained trim and narrow but, Ray realized, even there the boy had expanded by about an inch. No longer a teen, Petie Stavros was developing the body of a man. And Ray, a man who took pride in his own physique, truly appreciated the changes he saw in the young stud.

Petie was fully aware of Ray's open, unashamed appraisal of him. The realization served to further arouse young Petie. He wanted nothing more than for Ray to want him. In his occasional reveries, Petie imagined Mrs. Giagianno taking a hike---maybe taking off with some other guy---and leaving Ray, who would hastily move Petie into his home where they would live together and fuck together for the remainder of their lives. He would be completely faithful to Ray, giving up his former whorish ways. After all, if he had a stud like Ray why would he want anyone else? Such thoughts caused Petie to grind his ass against the hairy root of Ray's cock, gasping as the fat head probed something deep up inside his guts.

Suddenly Ray's hands were on his chest, roaming all over his torso! The straight man's sultry hazel eyes were appraising every inch of skin they traversed. His work-calloused palms fanned out over Petie's chest, pausing momentarily to tug at his nipples before slipping over the roundness of his shoulders and inspecting the budding musculature along his arms. Petie couldn't help but whimper---an action not lost on Ray.

The older stud smiled sexily. "Lookin' good, Petie. You really been workin' out, haven't you?"

"Some," Petie admitted slyly. He couldn't very well tell the other man about his private training sessions with the football coach, wrestling coach or health and fitness professor at his Florida University.

"Lookin' good," Ray repeated, further surprising Petie by placing one firm hand around the nape of his neck and easily pulling the Greek's face down toward him. Ray's wet lips mashed against his, quickly parting to suck the younger man's tongue into his warm mouth. Petie groaned in delight as Ray ferociously kissed him. It was primal, lusty and not the way a man would kiss his wife. Ray sucked face like a man would kiss another man. Petie succumbed easily, obviously graduating from boyhood to the rites of man passage in his straight lover's eyes. He was so fucking overjoyed he could have done a somersault, spun like a top in mid air and landed right back down on Ray's powerful cock, fucking himself into oblivion! The man he loved, the man he desired, the straight and married man, had lustfully kissed him!

Ray broke the kiss first. Petie certainly was not going to be the one to put at end to it. His hand were tangled in Petie's locks which, he realized for the first time today, had grown out a bit and weren't so close to his scalp. In fact, the boy's curls came down on his forehead within perhaps an inch of his brows. Looking fiercely into Petie's face, Ray began thrusting his groin up, forcefully fucking his cock in and out of Petie's hot hole. His jaw was set in determination as he stared into Petie's cute face, watching how the younger buck reacted to each power drive. Petie shuddered, his eyes glazed over with unbridled lust. Their session had begun with him being the aggressor, but now Ray had taken the bull by the horn and was, without a doubt, the man in charge. Releasing Petie's head, he pushed back against his chest, forcing the boy into his former position. His buttocks rose and fell from the mattress, jack hammering his wicked cock into Petie's clutching hole. Petie's mouth was agape, saliva leaking from the corners of his mouth as his head lolled about on his shoulders like a limp rag dog. But he quickly focused when he felt a hand wrap itself around his stiffie.

Ray---big, macho Ray---was jerking him off! While the man pounded his own prick up Petie's much-traveled ass he was pumping the college boy's meat! Never before in their exploits had Ray taken such liberties with young Petie. Kissing him, now jerking him off? It was more than Petie could ever have hoped for. Later, he would curse himself out for not having come home between semesters last summer. For now, he was reveling in some of his fantasizes being finally realized.

As the cock up his ass ravaged him more fiercely, the fist on his cock picked up speed until Ray's hand was like a maddened pumping device. Petie's body went into overdrive. He was babbling like some sort of madman, his body writhing with all sorts of wild contortions. He nearly passed out when his body erupted in orgasm, spewing wads of young, healthy cum all over Ray's massive chest. His rectal muscles involuntarily clenched and spasmed against Ray's fucking cock, driving the straight man to his own gut-wrenching release. Scads of hot male cum blasted from his cock eye, but they did little to douse the eternal fire burning in Petie's maturing male pussy.

Petie's body went limp, falling atop Ray's masculine body. Ray's chest rose and fell heavily as he stared up at the ceiling, attempting to catch his breath. He wiped a hand across his sweaty forehead and uttered a primal "Damn!" before running his hands tenderly along Petie's equally sweaty back. His cock was still buried up Petie's ass, a place he planned to visit with more frequency.

When Petie managed to come down off his fuck high he raised his head from the man's shoulder to look into his handsome face. Without fear or invitation he covered the married man's mouth with his own and kissed Ray with every measure of his year's-long passion. Petie was pleased when the bigger man returned his kiss. What started as something tender rapidly turned into a thing of wanton hunger. Ray's lips became fiercer, brusing Petie's as he practically forced his swollen tongue down the younger man's throat. Petie sighed huskily when Ray flipped him over on his back, their lips still locked and began thrusting his still-harded erection in and out of his used hole.

It wasn't until much later, after Ray had fed Petie's appreciative ass with more straight man's seed and was gathering his clothes strewn about the boy's room that Petie amusedly announced, "I knew I'd make you forget your troubles."

Ray looked over at the younger man, poised there on his side propped up on one elbow, through dark eyes. A smile played about the corner of his lips as his eyes swept over Petie's newly improved, more masculine, body. With a mischievous wink he allowed, "I knew you would, too, Petie. I knew you would, too."

While Ray spent precious time that evening needlessly worrying about his younger brother's sexual deprivation, Joey Giagianno was in the act of taking matters into his own hands. The good looking, muscular construction worker had arrived home from work that evening to an empty home. There was no note from his frigid wife, no dinner in the oven and no reply on her cell phone. After leaving three messages on Tracy's voice mail Joey had had enough. He put up with a lot from Tracy over the short time they'd been married, but he was determined to "man up" and not take any more. His boss, Stoshie, kept reminding him that he was man of his castle and should start acting like one. If his wife didn't want to fuck, then Joey should get his fucking somewheres else. Working hard all day long to bring home money to his bride was one thing, but to come home and not have his wife waiting for him with dinner was a fucking insult far as Joey was concerned. He might not be the brightest bulb in the package, but Joey knew when he'd have enough. Damned if he was going to sit here and wait on Tracy's fine ass to casually come sauntering in. He'd show her!

Without even taking a shower, still wearing his beat up construction worker's jeans, flannel shirt and muddy work boots, Joey tore out of the condo and hopped into his old pick-up truck. He knew exactly where he was headed. It was a drive, but it would be well worth it. He was so steamed up anyway, the forty-five minute trek would be just what he needed to calm his ass down. And when he got there he was going to have sex. He was going to have lots of sex. He was going to cum as many loads as he could and he didn't give a fuck who he was doing it with. Fuck Tracy!

It was nearly eight thirty when he pulled into the dirt parking lot of Bud's Hut, the gentlemen's club which had served as entertainment at his bachelor's party a few years before. Carefully maneuvering the pot holes in the unkempt lot, Joey found a spot to park his truck. It looked like the place was really hopping tonight. Guys like him, he figured, who were happier here than at home with their wives or girl friends.

Paying the nominal cover charge, Joey entered the smoky, dark interior of the gentlemen's club. From the outside, the building looked like it should be condemned. But on the inside it was fixed up quite nicely, its focal point being a long rectangular stage highlighted by pole, mirrors, flashing lights and the obligatory strobe. Up there on the polished walkway a young, attractive lady would strut her wares, teasing the patrons into parting with some of their pay check into the straps of her thong. Bud's was a juice bar---no liquor served---so the girls were permitted to go all the way. His few times there Joey found himself becoming highly aroused by some of the simulated lesbian love shows some of the ladies put on for the men's entertainment. There was something about two sexy, gorgeous babes going down on each other that turned on most men. Joey would loved to have been the meat in the middle of that kind of sandwich.

Tonight, Ginger was on the stage. She was a red headed lovely with obviously enhanced boobs, but she was an audience favorite. She would dance---such as it was---for half an hour before taking a break and allowing another girl to take the stage. On and on they went until two in the morning, when Bud's closed. Soon as Joey walked in, Ginger's eyes focused on him and a seductive smile played across her attractive face. Out of all the guys who came through Bud's threshold, Joey was the hottest. Casting him one of her calculated, come-hither looks, Ginger unashamedly eyed Joey from head to toe, causing the young construction worker to flush with embarrassment.

He sure was a good looker, she thought, far better than anything else in the joint tonight and exactly her type. Under those worn work clothes he wore, Ginger could easily read the muscular build of an ox. In height he wasn't a big guy, but Ginger liked them short and strong. His brown hair was not entirely straight, showing a natural wave, which was parted high on one side. Partially covering both ears, it swept down in haphazard bands across his forehead. Big expressive brown eyes were framed by dark, heavy lashes and thick, flat eyebrows seemed to nearly bisect dead center. Ginger could easily see herself entwining her fingers with their long lacquered nails in that shock of hair, looking between the spread of her legs into those sultry eyes as the handsome buck ate her sweet pussy out. And those lips, those thick and puffy masculine lips, appeared as though they could do the job quite well. The stubble of a day's growth of beard darkening his jaw only added to Ginger's libido. While a lot of suits frequented the side of her stage, Ginger much preferred the blue collar type of guy. And this one filled every criteria. She'd gladly give up a cup size for a roll in the sheets with the likes of him.

Joey caught the girl's pointed wink, followed by her hands cupping those over large breasts and seemingly offering them up to him. Smiling sheepishly, Joey's eyes averted hers momentarily, looking down at his feet nervously shuffling on the floor. When he glanced back up she was still looking at him, only him. Taking a deep breath, which sexily puffed up his already powerful chest, Joey advanced across the floor toward the stage with his hands stuffed deeply in his pockets.

Ginger adored the `aw, shucks' look on the handsome guys face. She squatted low in front of him, her knees angled out to either side so he had a clear view between her parted legs at the thin strip of thong covering her shaved pussy. Plopping down onto her derriere in front of him, Ginger wrapped her legs around the stud and pulled him in close.

"Hi, sexy!" Her intoxicating breath washed over his face. "Haven't seen you here in awhile."

Joey smiled lopsidedly, still appearing a bit embarrassed. "Haven't gotten down here in awhile, I guess." Fishing inside his pocket, he retrieved a crumpled bill and did his best to straighten it out before offering it to the dancer. Ginger easily caught sight of the wedding band on his thick calloused fingers. If he was her man, she thought, this stud would never have need to visit a titty bar.

Joey offered the bill to the red head, who licked her lips seductively and pointedly pulled aside a strap of the thong close to the patch covering her pussy. With that endearing, sheepish smile etched across his face Joey took the bait and inserted the five dollar bill in the designated area, the back of his hand casually rubbing against her mound as he withdrew. Ginger tossed back her head, long red hair billowing down her back, and rolled her eyes in her best imitation of a simulated orgasm.

"Twenty will get you a lap dance," she offered. "Or, if you'd like, I get off in a couple hours. We could maybe go to my place."

For an instant he thought about it. He thought about the complete lack of pussy he was getting at home. He thought about Stosh's words. He thought about getting even with his frigid wife. He thought about how a professional like Ginger could take him around the world and back again. But, in the end, Joey just smiled crookedly and shook his hand. "I'd like to, but I'm a married man." He raised his hand to show her the wedding ring.

"This place is full of married men," Ginger replied with a sweeping gesture of her arms. "And you're all here for one reason, sugar. You're wives aren't taking care of business at home."

Joey's eyes were cast downward and he seemed to be searching for the right words. "Not that you're not a pretty girl, Ginger. I mean, you are. Real pretty. But I couldn't do that to my Tracy. Not with another girl. She'd never forgive me."

Ginger cupped his bristled chin in the palm of her hand and raised his face so that he was looking into her eyes. "Nobody'd ever know but you and me. Nobody."

"I-I'd know," Joey stammered, a lump suddenly having developed in his throat. He wanted to. Damn, how he wanted to. His cock was already throbbing in the confines of his worn denim jeans.

Ginger just leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. Wiping away her ruby lipstick, she told him, "If ever you decide you need another woman's company, you let Ginger know. Okay?"

"Okay," Joey managed. And then she was up on her feet and continuing her amateur routine. Joey took a moment to collect himself. The realization suddenly struck him that the encounter with the mostly-naked girl had caused him to break out in a sweat. Stuffing his hands back into his pockets, he ambled away from the stage, wondering how many of the other guys in the place had noticed the exchange. And wondering how many wished they'd just been in his boots, enjoying the affectations of the bosomy beauty.

Remembering why he'd come here in the first place, Joey made his way through the smoky place to a darkened hallway from which the bath rooms could be accessed. Entering the unoccupied men's room he took a moment to splash some cold water on his face. After drying off with a paper towel he stepped out of the pissy-smelling toilet and purposely headed further down the hall to the door with a tacky dollar-store "office" sign posted off center. Rapping thick knuckles against the door he waited for a reply. When none came he tried again, harder this time.

"What?" a deep voice came from the other side. Joey took it as an invitation. Turning the knob, he threw the door inward and stepped inside the office where he discovered Bud, the proprietor of the establishment, wearing nothing more than a worn black leather vest fucking a big busted blond sprawled out across his desk.

"KID!" he greeted with a smile, never missing a beat pumping his cock in and out of the painted girl's shaved snatch. "What the fuck, close the door! Come on in!"

Turning away from them, Joey stuttered, "I just, um, maybe I'll come back la-lat---"

"Close the fuckin' door. You don't have to go nowheres. Ain't seen you here in a while, kid."

Following instruction, Joey shut the door, wondering why in fuck Bud didn't lock when he was engaging himself in such private activity. Actually, privacy didn't seem to be Bud's big strong suit; he continued fucking the girl like he was used to an audience.

Bud was a biker, ex-biker, in fact. In his younger days he'd run with the Pagans, serving up all sorts of rough and tumble trouble. Somehow he'd survived basically unscathed and set himself up, in later life, with an enterprising gentlemen's club. It wasn't much, but Bud managed to make himself quite a tidy little profit off all the horny gents who frequented the club. Well into his fifties, he had a hard, menacing look about him unless one knew him well. In fact, biker Bud was a pretty mellow type of dude. So mellow, in fact, Joey could smell the odor of sinsemelia wafting about the room, although it did little to camouflage other unpleasant scents in the unkempt office. The place was all a-clutter with worn magazines, take-out pizza cartons, Chinese food containers and empty beer bottles tossed askew. There was a nauseating and yet, somehow arousing, heady scent of sweat and sex that permeated the room. Joey was certain he could even detect the heavy aroma of piss, not unlike that in the men's urinal, floating in the air.

The man might be fifty, and his face was etched with tell-tale signs of the wicked and wild roads he'd traveled, but Bud's body was still firm and solid. His arms, still showing most of the musculature of their younger days, were practically covered with an array of assorted tattoos. Tattoos were likewise splashed across his back and over a good portion of his chest, the most interesting being a splayed vagina over his left pectoral, his pierced nipple serving as her clitoris. Both Bud's man nips were adorned with hoops, as were his ear lobes and the appearing/disappearing head of his man cock. His hair was still long as it had been back in his biker days, parted dead center, although the color had given way to age and showed heavy salt-and-pepper tones. His untrimmed mustache and goatee were also splashed with strands of grey, although not as predominately as his main mane.

"I been busy," Joey replied to Bud's earlier comment as he tried hard to conceal the dangerous weapon pounding against the crotch of his jeans. But Bud missed little.

"You want some of this, kid?" he asked, pulling his short, but thick, dick completely out of the blonds' wet pussy.

"Nah," Joey shook his head almost too deliberately.

"Yeah, well, your dick's sayin' somethin' else. C'mon, dip in. Candy here won't mind, will ya, Candy?"

"Mandy, I keep tellin' ya. Man-dy!" the blond piped up. She tossed her head back over the edge of the desk to take an upside down look at the intruder. Whistling appreciately, she breathed, "Sure thing, baby. Big fuckin' improvement."

"Fuck you Mandy, Candy, whatever in fuck your name is," Bud retorted, slapping her on one shapely thigh. "Your just pussy to me is all." To Joey, "You want or what?"

"Sorry," Joey turned down the offer. "You know how I feel about that, man." To a disappointed Mandy, "I'm married."

"I was married, too," Bud countered, wiping fuck slime off his dick with something resembling a paper napkin on his cluttered desk top. "Fucked all the pussy I wanted then, too." Directing his next comment to Mandy, his eyes opened wide for effect, "And none of `em ever had a fuckin' complaint."

"They were prob'ly stoned," she muttered, having come up on her elbows.

"Get the fuck out of here and get back up on that stage where ya belong, slut!" Bud threw a flimsy negligee at the heavily made-up girl.

"Figures he'd throw me out before I even had chance to get off," the blond muttered as she hastily adorned herself with the titillating outfit.

"OUT, CUNT!" An obviously buzzed Bud bellowed, pointing toward the door.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'," she taunted him, slipping into her high stiletto slippers accentuated with cheesy pom poms. Her ass sashayed seductively as she came around the side of the desk and made her way to the door, pausing momentarily to squeeze a handful of Joey's crotch on the way. What she found there made her take pause. "Cripes, honey. Now that's what I call a man!"

"OUT!" Bud shouted again, picking up an ash tray menacingly, but doing little more than scattering its contacts all over his already untidy desk. Mandy/Candy paused at the door to put her hands on her hips and stick out her tongue before disappearing from their view.

"Fuckin' cunts," Bud muttered, plopping down onto the worn leather swivel chair. "She'll be back later on beggin' for some more of this." He grabbed his still-erect penis around the base to make his point, then grabbed for the half full bottle of Budweiser about to topple from the desk's top. Kicking one bare foot up on to the desk, he leaned back in the chair and took a swig from the bottle. "Want one, kid?"

"No," Joey replied, feeling a little uncomfortable with Bud's obvious nudity, although it certainly didn't seem to bother the Bud-man.

"So'd you just come here to shoot the shit or what? Like I said, ain't seen you here for awhile."

"I, um----," Joey looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet nervously again, same as he'd done out in the main room when being appraised by Ginger.

"Spit it out, kid. What the fuck?" Bud took another long swallow of brew.

"I, ah, wanted to know if I could, ah, you know, borrow the key."

"The key. The key?" Bud looked puzzled. And then realization blasted his pot-induced brain waves. "Oh, the fuckin' key!"

"The key," Joey repeated, throwing quick glances up at the other man. Bud leaned back even farther in his chair, making himself comfortable. A knowing smile played about his lips, mostly hidden by the overhang of his untrimmed `stache. The kid wanted the key to the infamous back room.

It was actually the boiler room, the door located at the end of the hallway, which had brought Joey Giagianno to Bud's Hut. There was nothing all that special about the boiler room in and of itself. But secreted away and not-so-carefully concealed along the wall abutting the johns and, most importantly, a tiny broom closet was a crudely fashioned "glory hole". Those "in the know" would enter the darkened closet and hope for some sexual satisfaction from whatever pair of lips might be servicing from behind that sheet rocked wall. Several of the more frisky dancers offered their services for some extra cashola but, sometimes, the mouth behind the wall was anything but female. Bud didn't advertise this service, lest his establishment be shut down by prudish authorities. The glory hole clientele existed solely by word of mouth. Joey had learned of its existence through that bisexual fellow Jon, a good looking mother fucker not much younger than Bud who seemed to like the dick as much as pussy. He was one of the few dudes Bud allowed behind the wall. Bud liked Jon. He'd fucked him on more than one occasion. Pussy or ass---it didn't much matter to Bud, `specially when he was smoking some really good shit. All these years later he still remembered the eighteen year old hitch hiker the Pagans had picked up and spent the next three days repeatedly fucking. The straight boy was a virgin before that fateful day; when they left him dumped off and covered in cum along the side of the road his ass hole was stretched wider than the Holland fuckin' tunnel!

Bud was amused by guys like Joey Giagianno. Good lookin', macho, married guys who appeared to have everything. Sure, they had good jobs---this Joey was a construction worker, employed by a rough and tumble kind of dude. Although Bud's own physique wasn't all that bad for a man in his fifties, Joey looked built like a fuckin' brick shit house. He was all muscle, looking more so than the last time Bud'd seen him. The girls in the club fell all over those kind of guys, the blue collar jock types. Joey could bang any one of those broads; Candy/Mandy had been all-too-eager to shove Bud aside for a fuck from the good looking' sonofabitch. But the kid wouldn't do it. Bud didn't know exactly what the fuck the problem was in their marriage, but he had a pretty good idea the bride wasn't as accommodating in the bedroom as a young buck like Joey needed her to be. But the kid wouldn't fuck any other pussy. Instead, he got his sexual kicks on the other side of the boiler room wall.

Bud couldn't figure it all out. It was beyond his comprehension. How could a straight actin', married construction stud who wasn't even a gay blade get down on his knees behind that wall and suck anonymous cock? And not just one. Last time the kid was there he stayed in the room for well over two fuckin' hours! A few of the regulars bragged to Bud later about the nice piece of hot ass they'd had pressed up to the hole, so the kid was taking it in both ends. Just the thought of that kid's big muscle ass taking cock was more than enough to get Bud boned up, if he hadn't already been rock hard from the Candy/Mandy session. Fucking sissy fags was alright, but dominating a manly specimen like Joey would be a total mind blower.

"So you want the key?" Bud taunted with a sly smile. He reached for the fat joint which had fallen from the ash tray and ignited it with a silver-encased lighter. Sucking in the sweet smelling, heady smoke he stretched it out to Joey.

"No, thanks, man," Joey declined. "I don't do that shit."

"Go on, try it!" Bud pressed, holding the smoke deep in his lungs for full effect before letting it out with an airy whoosh.

"No, man, I don't do drugs."

"Drugs," Bud chuckled. "It's fuckin' marijuana, kid. Its grows out of the fuckin' ground, like a damned weed. If ain't like somebody manufactured the shit. Least dangerous of `em all. Hell, I been hearin' they're tryin' to legalize it. It ain't no worse than drinkin', other than you sober up a lot quicker. Try some."

Joey hesitated, obviously considering, but stood his ground. "No thanks, man. Maybe some other time."

Bud shrugged, bored with bartering, and took another long drag from the rolled joint before stubbing it out in the ash tray. He leaned back in his chair again with hands behind his head, one leg sprawled out in front of him while the other remained up on the desk. His eyes appeared glassy as he appraised young, hunky Joey.

"Can't give you the key, kid. Some old hooker I know is workin' the hole tonight," he announced, watching Joey's face for his reaction. Joey appeared obviously disappointed.

"Well," Joey said after a moment of thought, "Can't you kick her out? Tell her times up or somethin'?"

"Now, I couldn't go and do a thing like that," Bud said teasingly. "Wouldn't like it if I was to do that to you, wouldja?"

"Fuck," Joey muttered, absently groping his still present hard on. He was so fuckin' horny. He needed sex. Any kind of sex. He couldn't go home without it. Not tonight. Not when his sorry excuse of a wife didn't even bother to let him know where in fuck she was. Probably with that cunt friend of hers, Samantha. She was always with fuckin' Samantha while he was left alone---and horny.

Bud saw the frustration in the rugged construction worker. The back room wasn't really being occupied at the moment, but Joey didn't need to know that. Bud had the muscle clad hunk exactly where he wanted him. In the past he'd let the hungry jock take out his sexual frustrations on any number of cocks pressed through that hole in the wall. Not it was time for Bud to take some for himself. It would give him perverse pleasure for him, a dirty biker pig, to soil a macho guy like Joey.

"Not to worry, kid," he said slowly, the marijuana slurring his words. "I got what you need right here." He reached down to take his burning hard on by the hairy base and pressed it out toward Joey.

Joey's big eyes widened, the meaning of Bud's words immediately apparent. "Dude, I---I," he stammered nervously.

"You ain't fuckin' kiddin' me, kid," Bud continued to taunt. "You need to get off and I got what you need to make that happen. Now get the fuck over here before I change my mind and call Candy back in here to finish me off."

"Mandy," Joey said under his breath, his body tensed with nervous anticipation. Without even realizing it, he licked his thick puffy lips as he eyed the wet phallus rising from Bud's grey pubes. With eyelids suddenly heavy and his mind feeling curiously intoxicated, Joey realized he'd caught a contact high from the marijuana smoke filling the small office. His legs began to move, slowly at first, bringing him nearer to the desk. He paused directly in front of it, and then altered his path to come around the side. Leaning his ass against the edge of the desk, Joey stood before the naked biker. The drug had him, he realized, and was making this much easier than it might otherwise have been. He couldn't imagine what might have happened if he'd taken a hit directly from the source! The way he felt, perhaps he should have tried. Joey was hornier now than he'd been all night!

Staring at the other man's thick piece, he unfastened the buttons on the front of his flannel shirt and peeled it from his shoulders, tossing it haphazardly aside. Crossing hands in front of him at the hem of his flannel under shirt, Joey raised the sweat soaked material over his head and flung it in the other direction.

"Fuck, kid, you're built like one of them Mr. Olympia dudes!" Bud marveled at the male muscularity standing before him, satisfied that such a dude was salivating over his cock. Joey had rock hard mounds of bicep muscle and thick forearms, a result of his physical labor, and jutting pectorals with juicy, oversized brown man nips. His body was all meaty muscles, tapering down to a thick, tight waist line. Although his abdominals weren't etched with cuts, their definition was nevertheless apparent. His jeans were slung low on his hips, giving Bud a view of killer obliques and a treasure trail of dark hair leading from his navel into the area still covered in denim.

`I'm gonna fuckin' enjoy this,' Bud thought as the buffed younger man squatted between Bud's wide spread, hairy legs. Joey's sex glazed eyes were on the cock before him, the cock which was nothing more to him than a sex tool. And Joey, poor deprived Joey, desperately needed sex. He couldn't take it from a dancer---that would be like cheating on his frigid wife. But, as he'd come to learn, buddy sex was a completely different type of thing.

Joey took the biker's pecker in his thick, calloused hand and felt the heat radiating through. He couldn't get his fingers around the thing. Bud was maybe all of six inches rock hard, but his cock was about as thick as a wrist. Joey glanced up at the tattooed biker and saw Bud watching him with an almost breathless anticipation. Joey jerked the straining cock shaft in his fist from stem to stern before leaning in and giving a few introductory swipes with his tongue. The taste of Mandy's vaginal juices coating Bud's piece pleasurably assailed his taste buds and aroused Joey to even greater heights. He wanted to suck every bit of that intoxicating womanly essence from the other man's erection. With his eyelids dreamily fluttering shut, Joey moved in again and liberally bathed the entirety of Bud's pulsating organ.

"Fuck yeah, kid!" Bud groaned. "Lick that fuckin' dick!"

Joey's tongue glided over the surface of the fat meat again and again, cleaning it of every trace of the girl who'd been there before him. Bud was already leaking pre-cum, the trail of which only enhanced Joey's lapping pleasure. Pausing momentarily to observe the curious silver hoop ring disappearing into the flesh directly under Bud's cock flange and emerging from the wet slit, Joey curled his tongue around the thing and gave it a few deliberate tugs. The obscenities which emitted from Bud's mouth were enough to assure him that the jewelry provided additional sensation to the other man's privates. He wasn't entirely sure how that foreign object would feel in his mouth, but the idea wasn't about to stop Joey from finding out.

He took the fat head into his mouth and sucked on it, feeling the cock ring clicking against his teeth. His mouth moved around and around on the juicy helmet, slathering it with saliva and drinking up all the freely flowing pre-cum. It felt so damn good to be engaging in the act of sex again that Joey was already going hog wild on the piece.

"Aw, fuck!" Bud groaned, sitting more upright in his seat and giving the construction lad a slight shove. Confused, Joey backed off the cock, wondering what was up with the biker. Bud was holding his cock around the base, attempting to force the arced thing downward. Before Joey could react a stream of urine erupted from the slit, splattering all over his face and streaming down his naked torso. The cock ring caused the piss to splatter out and upwards, wetting the muscle hunk and everything around him. Joey was caught off guard, not knowing what to do. He was shocked and, yet, impressed. He'd never known of a guy who could piss through a hard on before. The hot yellowish urine was cascading down his body and drenching his jeans, it was dipping off his chin and stinging his eyes. He was repulsed by the unexpected act, thought he should jump to his feet and beat the shit out of the other man, yet he remained rooted to the spot allowing the pig to use him like a urinal.

"Open your mouth and drink!" Bud ordered. Joey stared at him dumbfounded. "Open it!" he shouted louder this time.

The harsh tone somehow convinced Joey to obey. Shutting his eyes against the torrent he opened his gullet wide. Bud's aim was true, his beer piss continued to come, filling Joey's yawning mouth and spilling out the sides. Bud must have downed most of a six pack before deciding to relieve himself, because the flow was seemingly unending. Without much of a choice, and perversely curious, Joey forced himself to swallow some of the tangy warm liquid. Before long he discovered that a man's piss wasn't all that bad and began gulping down mouthfuls of tasty urine. Bud was pissing like a damned race horse; there seemed to be no end in sight. Joey drank as rapidly as possible, fearing he might otherwise drown on the steamy stuff. He could feel it going right down to his belly, filling him with a nicely warm and down right nasty sensation. This was raunchy fuckin' man sex unlike anything he'd known before!

Nearing the end of his piss load, Bud jerked his cock out of Joey's mouth and used it like a hose spraying down the good looking jock. When he was finished, the muscle hunk was a fine specimen of a piss whore. Droplets of urine fell from his eye lashes, the end of his nose, the curve of his chin and made his muscles seem even more pronounced in their wetness. The kid's dark hair was wet now with pungent piss, tousled heavy locks falling down across his forehead dripping man piss.

Joey let out an inhuman growl and attacked Bud's cock, shoving the whole thing into his mouth and sucking it like a mad man. The cock ring borrowed into the back of his throat, nearly making him gag. But Joey was crazed now, a wanton whore for sex. He shoved his handsome, piss-drenched face up and down on the fat, stubby cock with reckless abandon. It was so wide that it stretched his puffy pink lips to their limit. His nostrils were flared widely, taking in oxygen and the fragrant aroma of piss and sweat that emanated from Bud's randy crotch. Masculine grunts and groans came from somewhere deep inside as he savagely attacked the nasty dick, face fucking it like a deprived cock sucker.

Biker Bud was enjoying hell out of the cock service he was receiving. Now he could understand why dudes walked out of that closet glory hole with a sex satisfied smile on their faces whenever Joey was on the other side. This married, dumb jock sucked a mean cock. He was factory made for the task. It was like he got high off the stuff. Fuckin' Candy could never have made Bud feel the way this muscle hunk was makin' him feel. Soaked in biker piss, he was snortin' around that ole cock and devourin' it like a cave man at supper time. Bud would easily have bet bi-dude Jon would shit his drawers if he saw the kid in action right now. He was sucking so fierce---and it was such a turn-on watching the stud do it---that Bud knew he'd blow a load before long. While the thought of the married construction tough swallowing his jizz was tempting, Bud had other, tastier ideas for young Joey.

Leaning forward, Bud placed a paw on Joey's strong, rounded shoulder to shove him back, but Joey was having none of that. An angry scowl crossed his handsome face as he grunted a protest and clamped his lips around the base of the fat thing, sucking like a mad man.

"Git offa me, boy!" Bud ordered. When Joey still fail to respond, the raunchy biker roughly grabbed him by the roots of his damp hair until the cock crazy hunk had no choice but to back off. Joey knelt there, his powerful chest rising and falling with fevered breathing, as he massaged the mound in the front of his own soaked jeans.

"Git up!" Bud ordered again, punctuating his dictate with a slap to one side of Joey's face. Incensed with lust and still breathing heavily,

Joey obeyed and stood before the tattooed biker. Bud's eyes wandered over the muscular specimen and shook his head in awe. Whereas he wasn't all that bad a specimen of a man himself, he wasn't even in the same race as this kid. With a body like that he should be getting all the pussy he wanted, not taking dick through an anonymous hole in the wall. In his pot-induced state, Bud couldn't figure it all out. All's he knew was that he had a raging hard on, a sac full of cum waiting to spit and a warm body in front of him offering a multitude of possibilities.

"Turn around and drop those jeans!" Bud growled. Joey obediently responded. Bud let out a low whistle when he got a look at the young man's other side. "Damn, you got a fine lookin' ass there!" The biker's glazed eyes took in the entirety of the hunky package, admiring the muscular traps separated dead center by a deep cleft that ran down the boy's back and into his glorious globes. Joey's ass was like two perfect, chiseled melons. Bud doubted you could get a pencil to hold itself under those high and mighty glutes. A deep furrow split his smooth, oversized back side, punctuated by tufts of dark silky hair peeking out from the deep crevice. Bud had never seen an ass on woman or man that looked quite like this one before. Much as he liked eating pussy, Bud was tempted to dive in and get a taste of Joey's beautiful man ass.

Instead, he slapped a hand against one perfect mound, impressed when the kid's firm ass hardly jiggled. He could hardly wait to slip his fat one up between those watermelons and sink into Joey's hairy fuck hole. But first he had to show this macho buck who was really boss. Spitting a glob onto his index and middle fingers, Bud sunk his hand between Joey's heated ass globes and easily found his hidden hole. Joey squirmed as Bud's fingers breached his ass lips and dug their way up inside of him. He kicked his hairy legs as far apart as possible within the confines of the jeans stretched from one ankle to the other and leaned forward across the desk on his elbows while Bud dug for gold.

Bud's fingers fucked in and out of Joey's hole. The younger man shivered with pleasure each time the ornate silver rings adorning Bud's digits pressed up against his quivering ass lips. Panting heavily, his eyes rolled upward each time Bud unknowingly touched that secret place inside him which drove the jock crazy. It felt so fucking good to have someone taking care of his manly needs for a change.

"Yer shitter's pretty tight for someone who's taken a fuck before," Bud observed. "Gonna hafta really loosen you up before I fuck ya. That's what you want, ain't it, kid? You want for me to fuck ya?"

"Um," Joey grunted when Bud's fingers prodded even deeper.

"Tell me, kid, I wanna hear it," Bud coaxed. "I wanna hear you tell me."

"Fuck me," Joey moaned. "I want you to fuck me, you sleazy bastard!" Bud chuckled at that. The kid might be all muscle, but he was the real stud here. Just knowing this macho buck played hubby to some unappreciative dame, pounded nails into boards during the day at the construction site---and was now begging for dick caused Bud's ego to swell. He was going to definitely give the handsome jock something to remember.

From the corner of his eye Joey saw Bud reach into a cluttered desk drawer and withdraw a jar of some kind. Unhanded for a moment, Joey looked over his shoulder at the older biker dude but didn't have any kind of view as to what he was up to. Bud twisted off the lid of the container and sunk his fingers into the clear grease, scooping out a decent amount and working it all over his fingers, palm and the back of his hand. Digging in again, he gathered up more goop and smeared it into Joey's hairy ass cleft. Casually tossing the jar aside, he gave a stinging slap to Joey's other cheek and used that hand to spread the bounteous globes while his now-slick fingers found their way back inside the muscle-bound buck.

Joey moaned deeply as Bud resumed his finger fucking. Lubricated with whatever in hell he was using, the fingers slid fluidly in and out of him. Bud's fingers twisted around, fucking him with varied motions and reaching hidden spots inside Joey's anal cavity. Joey's big ass undulated in response. Bud easily slipped a third finger into the horny stud, eliciting another fevered groan from sexy Joey. He formed the three meaty digits into a cone and fucked the muscle ass with a more rapid screwing motion.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Joey sighed, his entire body electrified each time Bud touched his inner bud. His tight sphincter twitched around the fingers embedded deep within him, seemingly attempting to gobble them up. Bud took this as a sign and quickly fed his pinky finger in to join their brothers. He shoved all four fingers far up inside Joey as he could go and moved them about in Joey's fevered fuck furnace while his thumb tickled the young man's crack. Joey was bucking his ass back against him, trying to fuck himself on those tickling fingers. All of Bud's rings felt like steel ticklers against his puckered ass lips and were driving him absolutely wild with lust.

Bud allowed Joey to enjoy his four fingered foreplay for a few more brief moments before he prepared for the ultimate challenge. Pulling out until just the tips played just inside Joey's ass lips, Bud pressed his thumb behind the other fingers and slowly pushed the whole package back in. Joey's breath caught in his throat as he felt his man hole being stretched wider than before, all of Bud's fingers pressed up against him to the last knuckle. The man was twisting his hand around, attempting to screw more and more of it inside him.

"Wh-what the fuck?" Joey panted, coming up on his hands and tossing a look over his shoulder.

"You wanted a real man's fuck, didn't ya?" Bud snarled. "Just relax, kid. You'll fuckin' love it." He reached back into the drawer again and retrieved a smaller jar this time. Flicking off the cap, he brought one tattooed arm around and pressed it under Joey's nose. Holding the bottle in his palm, he pressed his thumb against one of Joey's nostrils, effectively shutting it off and ordered, "Inhale."

"Wha----"

"JUST INHALE, DAMMIT!" Startled by the sudden vehemence in Bud's tone, Joey took a deep, lung-filling inhale of the amyl. Instantly he felt like part of an Independence Day fireworks extravaganza. Every fiber of his being exploded into an unexplainable and highly pleasurable nirvana. His ass lips, practically numb, more easily opened to Bud who took advantage of the moment to sink his hand deep inside Joey's ass until he was buried to the wrist.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhh!" Joey bellowed, caught up in a mind blowing sexual high. He felt so full, like he had to take a wicked shit, and his ass hurt---but it also felt so horribly good.

With one hand buried up Joey's beautiful butt, Bud squatted down and worked the laces of Joey's left work boot. Helping the young stud kick off the boot and step out of his jeans, Bud cocked Joey's hairy leg up on the desk, effectively spreading his ass wider. The hot stud looked a sight, buck ass naked and sprawled across the desk with his ass raised high and gobbling up Bud's hand to the beginnings of his tattoo.

Joey groaned loudly as Bud withdrew his hand, fucking the retracting hole for a short while with just the fingers. Strangely, Joey felt empty and almost welcomed it when Bud crammed him full again. Joey quickly learned to push out with his ass muscles in order to more easily accept the entire fuck package. He could feel those rings up inside him, brushing against his inner membranes and driving him wild. As Bud began a repeated full in and out measured hand fuck Joey began bellowing like a randy sailor.

"FUCK! OH, FUCK, YEAH! HURTS! FUCKIN' HURTS! AW FUCK! FUCK ME YOU SONOFABITCH!" Joey's handsome face was flat against the desk top, saliva drooling from his mouth and making the surface slippery as his cheeks alternately glided over it. His hands were clenched in fists, pounding on the desk in rapid succession as his breath came in fevered gasps. There was no let up on that love button inside him, it was constantly being worked over by the tattooed biker. He was being fucked like he'd never been fucked before. It was raunchy, it was nasty, it was inhuman. He couldn't take it much longer. His cock was rock hard, drooling dick goo and near ready to explode. Bud was twisting that hand around as he forced it in and out. Joey could feel himself riding farther and farther down the raunchy biker's wrist, eating up his tattoos. The rings were against his prostate. He was going to cum!

Thankfully the music in the club was loud enough to drown out the wild howls that filled Bud's office when Joey shot his load. With a primitive, guttural holler Joey erupted in a heart wrenching, mind blowing orgasm. Even with his ass clamped tight around the older man's hand, Bud continued to fist him as wave after wave of man seed drained from Joey's balls and added to the randy mix on Bud's filthy carpet.

Joey's body went limp atop Bud's desk, drained of every ounce of energy. Slowly Bud withdrew his hand from the muscle ass and wiped it clean on a discarded shirt handily nearby. Taking hold of those awesome, perfectly formed melons, Bud pressed his dick into the crevice and rode it up and down, totally aroused by Joey's ass hairs running along the underside of his cock.

"Now yer ready for a fucking, boy!"

Before Joey even had a chance to recover from the last assault he felt Bud's dick head probing at the well-worn opening to his ass. Bud grunted and, with one powerful thrust, rammed his cock all the way in. Joey groaned; the fucking dick was near as thick as the biker's wrist had been!

"Damn, that's one hot hole!" Bud exclaimed, holding himself stationary and enjoying the sensations of Joey's warm, wet insides throbbing against his buried member. "Fuck, I wanna tear this ass up!"

Without further ado, Bud began pummeling Joey's used hole with quick pounding strokes. Joey moaned each time the biker slammed into him, causing his body to shift about on the desk. Bud was a brutal fucker who exhibited a great deal of stamina. His short, fat dick was like a human battering ram searing into Joey's guts and knocking the wind clear out of him. Joey realized his dick was still bone hard and dripping again, given new life by Bud's cock slamming his prostate. After that last ass assault anyone else might have had enough, but not Joey. He was determined to get as much of what he'd been missing as he could.

"Fuck that ass!" Joey shouted in his deeply masculine voice. "Fuck it hard, fucker!"

"Oh, yeah!" Bud replied, a twinkling gleam in his eyes and a satisfied smile on his face. Sweating profusely, he ripped the leather vest from his overly tattooed body and grabbed Joey by the hips to steady the young man while he nailed him. It didn't seem humanly possibly, but somehow his thrusts became more violent. Each time he sunk his fat cock ball's deep into the ethnic stud Joey could swear he felt his toes curling. They were loud, they were primal, they were drenched in sweat and breathing heavily----two men getting off in the most heated of exchanges.

Bud turned up the notch once more, his cock now a lethal weapon. Joey could barely get a breath anymore, Bud's venomous thrusts were knocking the wind right out of him. The biker was like a mad sex machine, more powerful than the younger man could ever have imagined. He shuddered to think how the bastard tore up the pussies of those poor dancers. Still, they came back for more---just as Joey knew he would be doing in the future, if he could ever walk again.

Suddenly Bud gathered Joey up and flipped him over onto his back across the desk. Scissoring the younger stud's strong legs outward, he easily thrust his prick back into handsome Joey's ass hole. Looking down at the muscular buck from this angle was almost too much for Bud to bear. He was one good looking son of a bitch, a macho fucker who obviously loved having a big dick up his married ass. Joey was likewise eyeing up biker Bud. In his current state of arousal, Bud was all man. The scraggly facial hair, his salt-and-pepper mane, the wealth of raunchy tattoos, multiple piercings, his still-compact body and even the slight swell of his belly all added up to one mean fuck machine. With this visual combined with the hard fuck he was taking, and the cock ring doing unmentionable things to his prostate, Joey felt a new trembling overtake his body. Grabbing his big cock in one hand for the first time tonight, Joey took to hastening his impending orgasm.

Bud's heart was literally pounding in his chest. He'd pushed himself well beyond the limit of his endurance. With a final thrust deep inside the wet, warm fuck hole the biker threw back his head and released a strangled cry of ecstasy as he blew his pent-up load. Cum scorched the insides of hunky Joey in a seemingly unending torrent. His own second load of the steamy session flew from his cock slit like a geyser, rising up into the air between them before splashing down onto his naked torso. Joey thrashed about on the desk top in the wetness of his sex sweat, basking in the glow of after sex while Bud's thick pleaser drained the last of its juice inside him.

Exhausted, Bud fell back onto the seat behind him, his cock still oozing sex sauce. Joey came up on one elbow, reaching between his muscular legs to massage his bruised ass hole. He wondered if he'd ever be the same again. How much elasticity could a man's ass hole possibly retain?

"That was good, kid," Bud admitted after a short time had elapsed. "That was real fuckin' good. Guess I should give you a little reward." With that he reached into the open desk drawer and, retrieving a key on a nondescript ring, tossed it to Joey.

Catching the key in mid air, Joey looked at it quizzically. "What's this?'

"You wanted the key to the back room, didn't ya?" Bud asked.

Joey looked from Bud to the key, then back again, realization dawning on him. "But you said----"

Bud cupped his hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "I lied." The kid was so damned dumb---but had such a hot fuckin' ass.

"Kinda glad you did," Joey replied sheepishly. Sliding from the desk he slipped back into his jeans and work boots. Tossing his shirt casually over one shoulder, he pondered the key and gave Bud a telling wink. "Think I'll use this right now."

Bud whooped with laughter. "Ain't you had enough, kid?"

"Got lotsa time to make up for," Joey replied and headed for the door.

Javier Santiago had just finished taking a piss in the nasty bath room of Bud's Hut and was stepping out into the hallway when he heard the click of a door farther down the darkened hallway. A shirtless, muscle-clad dude stepped out of the proprietor's office and, without glancing in Javier's direction, took a few steps to another door, inserted a key and disappeared behind it. With one brow wrinkled curiously, Javier stepped over to the door and tried the handle. Finding it locked, his fingers played across the worn placard spelling out the words "utility room". His eyes trailed a bit further back up the hallway to another door, a door he'd gone behind on several occasions. Strolling over to the door he tried that handle but found that it too was locked. Checking to make certain no one else was coming, he pressed his ear up to the door and listened.

There was the unmistakable sound of a man's breathing---excited, heavy breathing. Javier stepped away from the door with a self-satisfied smile on his Puerto Rican face. It may have been only for a moment, but he knew the dude exiting Bud's office and entering the utility room. And he knew all about the glory hole in the back of the closet, the glory hole accessed from the other side by that same utility room. He thought back to that night, the night of the bachelor's party, when he'd first learned of the room. He thought of the lips, man's lips, which had pleasured him. The same man who had just gone into the utility room was also here on that night---it was, after all, the night of the man's bachelor's party.

It all fitted. Joey Giagianno, that self-righteous brother of Javier's woman, the macho bastard who hated the ground Javier walked on, was secretly the resident cock sucker in Bud's secret den. Had, in fact, unwittingly sucked the cock of his arch enemy. And sucked it pretty good, too, Javier had to admit.

This was perfect. The brothers were always giving him a hard time, constantly opposing his relationship with their sister, the mother of his baby. They treated him less than dirt. But now Javier had some ammunition. For a change, he had the upper hand. The question, of course, was how he would use it.

With a wide grin on his scarred face, Javier praised the best piss he'd ever taken and wandered off back into the club where he squandered a few more dollars of Sharyn's welfare check into the thong of a girl named Mandy and plotted his ultimate revenge.