Since all you horndogs have been askin' I figured I'd share a little more of my exploits since becomin' favored cocksucker down between the meaty, hairy thighs of my straight buddy, Ray. Be forewarned that graphic sexual relationships between hunky, macho men are contained herein. The names may have been changed to protect the guilty, but rest assured that the Giagianno brothers are not merely a figment of this writer's imagination.
copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale
I must've noticed the young boy frolicking in the aqua-blue water during the first office pool party out at Cathy's house. It's just that I really didn't pay much attention to him. He was Ray's kid brother---ten years his junior. Ray had practically raised the kid, along with his sister, after their father skipped town. The camaraderie between them became quite apparent as I grew more intimate with the Giagianno family. Ray and Joey were much more than older brother/younger brother---their closeness exceeded father/son or even best friends. Joey idolized Ray. In his eyes his big brother was some sort of hero. They laughed, joked, talked and wrestled like macho jocks almost to the exclusion of anyone around them. Joey didn't much resemble his brother in those early years, although their Italian and Puerto Rican heritage was obvious. In fact, even as he entered puberty, Joey was a short, stocky and slightly overweight kid with a bad case of acne, a serious overbite and thick, longish unkempt hair which was always falling across his forehead and masking one of his wide, inquisitive brown eyes.
By the time me and Ray finally hooked up in '95 the kid had reluctantly gone off to live with his mom, who returned to her homeland of Puerto Rico. Ray wasn't exactly thrilled with the arrangement; he was only too aware that his mother was a flighty broad who used the children as some sort of weapon against her ex-husband. When she took off she left the younger daughter (a real little bitch, just like mumsy) with the senior Giagianno and his new wife. In short order the friction became unbearable in that household and before ya knew it, fourteen-year-old Sharyn was a permanent fixture at Ray and Cathy's home. She sure was a handful. Between invading the liquor cabinet, sneaking boys into her room and smoking pot it became pretty easy to understand why Mrs. G took the son and left the troubled teen behind. Actually, I kinda liked her and had a few long, serious talks with the kid---after I managed to rip the damned cigarette out of her mouth (yeah, she'd taken up that habit, too). Don't know how much effect I had on the little twat but I sure earned more respect from Big Ray for taking an interest in his sister's problems. My biggest fear was that the inquisitive troublemaker was gonna walk in on me and her brother goin' at it one day and hold it over both our heads.
Luckily, things didn't quite work out for mommy dearest in PR and she returned to the States in December of '97. Upon discovering that her "no good" ex-husband had "unloaded" poor little Sharyn on Ray's family, she promptly snatched her up and took the kid to her new home---complete with the new boyfriend she'd brought back with her. How the nasty old fat bitch managed to have an endless stream of men was beyond me; all I could imagine was that her twat must be nearly as good as Ray's tasty cock. Although they now lived over an hour away, Sharyn still managed to pull at least one extended weekend a month out at her older brother's place.
Of course, now-eighteen-year-old Joey returned from PR along with his mother, but he didn't even take the opportunity to unpack. Having had more than enough of her manipulative bullshit over the years, and being legal age of consent, the kid moved in with his father---who really wasn't such a bad guy---only fifteen minutes away from big brother Ray's house. Somehow my visits to the Giagianno house never coincided with Joey's so I never really saw him again until his nineteenth birthday that May. During our workout sessions (the non-sexual ones---baby brother was far from both our minds when Ray's hefty hog was down my throat or up my ass) Ray would fill me in on his younger brother's progress. The kid had landed a pretty decent job with lots of potential and he even snatched up a super-cute steady girl friend---even though she wouldn't put out. She was one of those righteous virgins who was dedicated to keeping her pussy intact until the wedding night---actually an admirable trait in someone from a generation which seemed to have looser morals than my own. Ray was a little concerned about his baby bro. Hell, he'd been fucking since he was a young pup and couldn't quite understand his younger sibling not following in his horndog footsteps. Joey was no virgin himself---he'd lost it in Puerto Rico---but he was staying faithful to his new babe.
The birthday bash was a pool party out in Ray and Cath's back yard---they were pros at outdoor barbeques. I brought my latest plaything: a bleached-blond named Sheri who just loved the way I ate out her cunt. In actuality, our relationship was in the winding-down stage and I knew it would be over pretty soon, but as our last hurrah I took her as my date. Ray always got a big kick out of the beauties I somehow latched onto...especially when he knew I'd much rather be nursing on his big ole cock than routing around in their steamy clams. Even though I was well into my 44th year I was---hell, still am---a good-lookin' muthafucker. Back then I had the same 200 lbs of nicely packed muscle on my six foot frame that I have today, although my close-cropped thick hair is a lot more salt and pepper now than it was then. My eyes are as blue as the sky was on that clear May day of '98 and the angular planes of my face were, are, always have been smooth-shaven. I've always been told I've got a nice, open smile which lights up my face and shows off my perfectly even pearl-drop-white teeth. I was wearin' a pale blue cotton polo shirt and a pair of mid-thigh white shorts that fit snug to my heavily worked out body and displayed each well-trained muscle with every movement. Sheri, the dumb 28-year-old blonde, honestly believed I was in my mid-thirties, as most people do, and I just let her---and them---go on thinking it.
They had a pretty decent turn out between family and friends. Sharyn came running up to me, throwin' her arms around my neck and planting a kiss on my cheek and then introducin' me to her "boy" friend who looked a whole hell of a lot older than the underage nymph. I somehow managed to make eye contact with Mrs. G, who nodded in my direction while carrying on her conversation, the newest boy-toy attentively at her side. She'd ditched the stud she picked up in PR and now had some dude who didn't look much older than her eldest son. Mumsy, it turned out, came into a good deal of money through an inheritance, started up her own business and began traveling in a much more elite social circle. Along with her new status she'd attracted a following of hangers-on, such as her high-maintenance escort to this party. Mr. G wisely placed himself on an opposite area of the yard, as far removed as possible from his ex-wife, and seemed to be enjoying himself chatting with his Italian family, drinking beer and smoking cigars.
As usual, Ray was toiling over the barbeque while Cathy ran around pouring frozen concoctions from twin blenders---one looked like pina coladas, the other was margaritas---her favorite. She had an oversized tee shirt on over her bathing suit; the weight just never seemed to come off after the last child was born, but she was a big-boned girl so it didn't look all that bad. Ray grinned from ear to ear when he saw me coming over, his dark eyes twinkling and looking very much like the young sixteen-year-old boy I'd first seen thirteen years ago pushing carriages in a supermarket parking lot. He was only wearin' a pair of drawstring shorts slung low on his slim hips and he looked tastier than the fuckin' food on the grill, causing my big boy to stir around inside my shorts as I took his hand in a firm, friendly grasp. While he and Sheri shared a quick peck on the cheek I observed the sheen of perspiration breaking out over his strong, muscle-bound torso from the combination of the hot grill and the blazing late-May sun. He was making me hornier than hell---as always---and from that devilish look in his eyes, I knew that he knew it. It's a good thing I was wearin' my shades or everybody woulda caught on to the way I was shamelessly ogling him. I woulda ditched Sheri and hung out the rest of the afternoon at my straight buddy's side if we weren't suddenly interrupted by a young guy and his girl looking for a pair of burgers.
"Whatsa matter with you, Joey," Ray addressed the boy, playfully punching him on one bicep. "Doncha remember my good buddy, Jon? I know its been a few years, but he ain't changed all that much."
The kid turned to me and a smile spread across his face as he extended a hand towards me. "Oh, yeah. I didn't know you guys was still hangin' out. How ya doin', dude?"
Speechless, I took his hand in a firm, macho shake. This was definitely not the same boy I'd last seen several years back. Little Joey had miraculously matured into one hell of a hot little hunk during his sojourn to Puerto Rico! He was maybe an inch shy of his bigger brother's 5'6" height, but everything else about him appeared to be bigger. From the wide expanse of his shoulders to the thickness of his furry legs, Joey's body had filled out like some rugged soccer player. He was wearin' a loose-fitting half-sleeve T bearing a Puerto Rican logo over knee-length shorts, but there was no mistaking the solid body underneath. Hard mounds of bicep peeked out from under his sleeves, leading down to thick forearms cabled with prominent veins. White cotton material stretched across the swell of his expanded pectorals and fell freely from the twin protrusion of prominent, dark man-tits. The touristy shirt pretty much concealed the kid's crotch but was totally unable to hide the curve of football-sized melons straining against the seat of his pants. He'd had his previously longish hair cut short, which accentuated its natural wave and complimented his full, wholesome and decidedly handsome face. There was barely a trace of the poor complexion which plagued the kid throughout his early teen years. He had big brown eyes framed with heavy, dark lashes the color of those thick eyebrows nearly intersecting across his strong forehead. Joey's lips were puffy and full and his warm smile revealed a perfectly straight set of sparkling white teeth---which musta set mumsy back a pretty penny considering the overbite the kid had before.
My observations were quick and under the cover of dark-lensed shades---I didn't want Ray to catch on to the fact that his little brother had me in serious heat. Eventually Joey and his cute little virginal girl friend got their burger and frankfurter and went off on their merry way, leaving my hot dog in need of some warm, attentive buns. In fact, that afternoon I got so horned up from being around both Giagianno studs that I just had ta give myself a little friendly relief or I woulda fuckin' exploded! I was on my way through the deserted front living room to access the stairway leading to the bath upstairs where I could beat my monster into submission without interruption (unless Ray decided to use his private john instead of the one downstairs---in which case I'm sure he'd have no objection in joining me) when I ran into mommy dearest's "date". The attractive blonde businessman smiled, eyes traveling up and down my hot bod and resting on the obvious bulge in the front of my shorts. His blue orbs were sparkling like diamonds in the sun as his tongue glided hungrily along deliciously wet lips. I took him upstairs, locked the door, ripped off his pants, leaned him over the bowl and fucked the living daylights out of the dude, depositing a hefty pint of thick, creamy cum in his scorching manhole.
Didn't see much of Joey after that, although my visits to Ray and Cath's were a little more frequent with the expectation of running into the little stud again. Ray never caught on to my attraction to his brother---he figured I was coming around for some more of his eight-and-a-half incher, which I more than willingly accepted whenever and wherever he wanted to give it. He trusted me implicitly---so much so that when the whole family went off on an SUV Disneyland vacation in early August he handed me the keys to the house, inviting me to use the pool and his gymnasium-shed whenever I desired during their absence. I prefer a public gym---mainly for the eye candy---but took him up on his generous offer and enjoyed quite a few solo workouts followed by a nice, relaxing bareassed swim. On one such occasion I was nearly discovered by the next door neighbor, a fiftyish bear of a man who poked his head over the fence separating the properties to engage in some friendly chit chat with me. At first I thought he'd heard Sheri's moans the night before when I was eating out her pussy on one of the poolside lounge chairs and wanted to offer an 'atta boy! But there was somethin' about the way his married man's eyes were checkin' out my wet, exposed torso that made me wonder what the grandfather of two was really thinkin' about. It surely looked to me like he was lickin' his chops and I'll even bet he was sportin' some wood on the other side of that fence. Fleetingly, I considered rising up out of the water, revealing myself in all my naked glory and then inviting him over, but wisely decided that it might not be too hot of an idea to start takin' on all of my straight buddy Ray's neighbors.
Finally he split, but I was rock hard and leaking like a sonofabitch thinking about what might have been. Me and my hardon got out of the pool, toweled off and headed into the air-conditioned house. I was headin' straight up to the master bedroom where I was gonna throw myself across Ray's side of the bed and hump the mattress where he lay, fantastizin' it was his hard, chiseled hair-lined melons I was plowin' into, until I shot my load. But first I had to find somethin' to unload into (I coulda just washed the sheets afterwards, but why make more work, ya know what I mean?) so I opened up one hall closet door and found the dirty laundry hamper. Riflin' through it for a used towel or washcloth which would never be missed, I was playin' with my hard meat through the front fold of the towel with my free hand when I struck upon pay dirt! There was the spandex shorts Ray worked out in and a pair of damp socks, but curled up in a bunch on top of some more dirty wash was the unmistakable elastic waistband of his worn jock strap! Extracting the garment from its nest I held it up before me with quivering hands and brought the mesh basket to my face. The heavily intoxicating aroma of raw male sweat emanating from the jock attested to the fact that Ray liked to wear his unit for weeks before he finally sacrificed it to the laundry bin. Thick, wiry pubic hairs were caught in the material and tickled my skin as I dove into it with my mouth, sucking out all the still-damp sweat and savoring the unmistakabley fragrant taste of stray piss from my main man's boulder-holder. Holding it tightly to my face and jerking my cock furiously I lost the towel hanging from my trim hips, sauntered into the master suite and fell back onto Ray's side of the comfortable mattress. Because the jock had been tossed into the pile sopping wet and covered with layers of other laundry it retained its moistness and pungent odor. With my eyes closed I could almost imagine my face was actually buried in the steamy crotch of my best fuck buddy.
Stark naked, there I was writhin' all over the fuckin' bed, sex-moanin' like a hound in heat, floggin' my monkey like a bat outa hell and wearin Ray's strap like a mask when I heard the deliberate sound of somebody inside the room clearin' their throat. I tore the jock off my face, came up on my elbows and nearly had a stroke when I saw the young man leaning there against the door jamb with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
"J-Joey!" I exclaimed, grabbing a handful of blanket to try and cover my bobbing member---but the goddamned thing was too tightly tucked in and wouldn't easily give without a struggle. So I just gave the fuck up and lay there with a straining hard-on oozing clear mangoo somewhere in the short space between his intruding eyes and mine. "H-How did you get in here?"
The nineteen year old smirked, his big brown eyes dancing mischievously. "Ray gave me a key, same as you. I been wondering when I was gonna run into you." His big hand absently came up to cup one solid pec and wash over the strong bulge of his shoulder, traversing down that arm and fondling the rock-like mass of his bicep. Joey's naked torso revealed a blossoming musculature, although not ripped and defined like his older brother. He was more like a young football player with meaty muscles and a thick, tight waist. The chill from the air conditioning had his oversized brown, juicy nipples blooming like ripened cherries on jutting slabs of equally impressive pectorals. There was a thick tuft of funky dark hair poking out from both armpits and more around the indention of his navel, leading into the waistband of his shorts, but otherwise his chest was smooth, tanned and hairless.
I was just about to try to come up with some kind of an excuse as to why I was there in his brother's bed beatin' my meat while sniffin' his athletic supporter (although I seriously doubt there is much I could have said) when the younger Giagianno reached down to cup the mound in the front of his shorts. His smoldering, youthful eyes were all over my hard body as he blatantly massaged his package right there in front of me. The kid looked so fuckin' hot framed in the doorway feelin' himself up that I hastily lost my battle with self control, wrapped my fist around my blood-engorged member and began jerking it. Joey's inquisitive eyes widened a little as he curiously watched me stroke the full length of my sizeable meat. His own fat-fingered hand seemed to get busier squeezing the growing weapon still hidden from view inside his pants.
"No need to tell anybody about what you saw here today, Joey." I spoke slowly, deliberately, sexily. "Sometimes a guy's just gotta get his rock off. I'm sure a young buck like you knows all about that." Squeezing upwards tightly on my rod I managed to produce a healthy gob of rich pre-cum from the yawning slit running across the top of my cockhead, enjoying the shit out of this jerk-off session with my best friend's hot-as-hell younger brother.
"Yeah, right, thats why you were rubbin' Ray's jockstrap all over your face." There was a wise-assed, tell-me-another-one look on his face. "It's only been a few days, Jon. Miss his cock that much?"
Stopping in mid-stroke and holding myself tightly around the thick base, I stammered, "What are you sayin', Joey? You know me and your brother are good buddies."
"Fuck buddies, you mean! And don't even try to bullshit me, dude. I saw the two of you out in the garage a couple of weeks ago when you thought nobody was home."
I remembered the incident well. I'd gone over to the house to help Ray with the '78 Mustang he was rebuilding, but the hot and humid summer afternoon had us unbelievably horny and before long I was goin' down on him in the back seat of the car. We were so fuckin' sexed up it was quite possible we never would have noticed an intruder. So Joey had walked in on us and kept his presence secret! I wondered if he'd remained in the garage long enough to observe big brother Ray hoist my strong thighs up and drill his massive fleshpole up my cock-hungry asshole.
It was turnin' me on so fuckin' much knowin' that this hot little teen-man caught us in the act and was obviously not too upset over his lurid discovery. Blood was surgin' like a motherfucker through my rock-hard cock and streams of pre-cum were oozin' out with no control as my semen-slicked hand slowly jerked up and down the rigid length. The young part-Italian, part-Puerto Rican stud-muffin unconsciously stuffed his hand under his waistband, openly fondling himself from inside the loose-fitting shorts as his bold brown eyes traveled over my prone body. His curling, pink tongue flickered out to moisten those nicely thick lips as a wet spot dampened the front of his pants, assuring me that little Joey was ripe and ready for the picking.
"Buddies help each other out, Joey," I explained, one arm tucked back under my head, propping myself for a better look at the horny buck and exposing one hairy pit. "That's all me and your brother were doing...helpin' each other out. Don't get me wrong; pussy's great sometimes. But there's other times a man needs to feel the way no woman can ever make him feel. Sometimes a man's gotta have another man's hard body grinding against his, runnin' hands over big sweat-soaked muscles, rubbin' stubbled chins together while pushing swollen tongues into mouths, rutting like dogs with equal strength and surging animalistic power and gettin' high on the scent of their raunchy maleness. Your brother Ray needed somethin' the adventurous man's gotta have every now and again....same as me....same as you...." My slow, seductive words had him popping his top clasp and digging both hands down into the front of his steamy, loose-fitting shorts. From the way he was fidgeting around in there, I figured he was cupping his sweaty nuts with one hand while the other toyed with his young gun. Even though little Joey's eyes were intensely locked on mine, I could detect the expectant quivering of his meaty body, the flare of his nostrils from heavy, sexually charged breathing and the thin sheen of nervous perspiration that was making his olive skin shine in the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the bedroom windows.
"Strong, hard cocks pressed together between sweaty, writhing male bodies, leaking pent-up ball juice all over ripped bellies," I went on, enjoying the effect my words were having on the young, up-till-now-straight, young stud-meat. "Huge, manly hands tweakin' and twistin' hard, ripe nipples---makin' their big pricks convulse with excitement... The sandpaper bristle of a day's growth of whiskers against smooth pectorals as he sucks and chews on that firm, muscular tit... Grabbin' fistfuls of hair, thick male flesh and firm melons of ass... cum-oozing dicks sloppily and hungrily devoured, inch by jaw-breaking inch, until noses are buried in funky pubes... cock buried in your best buddy's throat, takin' care of each other..."
Shit, I was turnin' myself on so I know what I had to be doing to little Joey. His shorts had fallen down around his ankles, so he'd kicked them out of the way. He was leanin' back with his broad shoulders propped against the wall, lumberjack-sized legs spread wide and feet solidly planted to the floor for support. Sweat was beadin' up all over his hot bod and his breathing was real heavy as he continued to work the hefty monster fighting for release from inside confining boxer shorts. His darkly-lashed lids were at half-mast as he continued to observe me through misty brown eyes.
"You and my brother...you do all that stuff?" he hoarsely whispered.
"That's right," I lied, "What you saw in the garage was mere foreplay compared to when we really get going at each other!" Truth of the matter is that, at this point, the most Ray did to reciprocate our hot sex was to grab ahold of my rod like a stick-shift while he was riding my ass and jerk me off as he loaded me up with his massive waves of sweet spunk. But Joey didn't need to know that. Better to let him think that his big bro was a king cocksucker (which, in fact, he has since become).
Groaning loudly, Joey pushed himself off the wall, eyes flaring, as he whipped off his undies and approached his brother's bed where I lay pleasuring myself. "If you're good enough for my brother, then you're good enough for me," he declared, kneeling right beside me on the king-sized bed. He hoisted one hefty leg across my body and came to rest seated on my strong upper chest. The heat radiating from his steamy asshole burned against my skin while his big, juicy dick hovered like a tasty carrot directly over my face.
His was a beaut---maybe not quite so long as his older brother's, but fat and thick as my grown man's wrist! The massive staff rose majestically from a thick base, boldly swelling out midway up its glorious length and then narrowing again only an inch before its perfect crown. The rubbery rim of his plum-sized cockhead was like a goddamned shelf, casting erotic shadows down along the bobbing surface of the thickly-vein-covered cock. That fuckin' head must have made up close to three of his seven-plus hard inches. It was the closest thing to mushroom I'd ever seen---other than the "Real McCoy" (of course) which (not so surprisingly) I didn't have quite as desperate a taste for at this particular moment. The thick lips of his piss-hole were pulled apart by the weight of the rest of the thing as it surged with lust-sustaining blood. As I panted like an excited puppy dog, a thick stream of pre-cum oozed right out of the gaping slit, gliding down the underside of his bulbous head and then dribbling into my wide open, awaiting mouth. Swirling his lightly-seasoned teen juice around inside my face-hole, I allowed it to marinate on my taste buds before swallowing his sweet nectar like a thirsty vampire anxious to reclaim my youth through his semen!
One taste of this boy was all it took to send my face raising up into the musky folds of his dangling nutsac. I really went to work lapping at those man-sized balls and slurping at his tough, sweaty skin. My nose was pretty much wedged in that funky space at the base of his trembling rod and his spit-shined sac while I sucked one nut at a time into my mouth and rolled the fucker around on my busy tongue. The kid was fairly cooing like a bird in no time flat and soon had his knees planted to either side of my head, pelvis thrust forward and slowly riding my face! When I slid my tongue back along that tasty secret channel separating balls from asshole, little Joey sighed deeply and spread his tree-trunk thighs a little wider---an invitation if ever I'd received one!! He'd pulled his round, muscular buttocks apart just enough to let me lick a path through the cleavage, wetting his fuzz and plastering it against his ass trench. The lusty lad positively shuddered when I found his sweet little pucker and began probing it with the tip of my tongue.
Both my fists were wrapped around my formidable piece of meat, flogging it with wild abandon. Lapping the surface of his wrinkled pink hole, I coaxed it open and slipped my tongue deep up inside his slimy butthole. With my face practically smothered between his meaty cheeks, I swirled my mouth muscle around his hole and listened to the teen-man's groans of pleasure. My penetrating, spit-filled tongue worked the insides of Joey's heavenly hole while his tight, melon-sized ass cheeks ground against the stubble of my five o-clock shadow. He tasted so goddamned fresh, tender and exciting that I could've kept on eating out that hole and slurping up his youthful ass juices 'til the cocks crowed in the morning. But I wanted to get to that fat-headed cock of his before he had a chance to change his mind...not that second thoughts seemed likely at this point.
He seemed real fuckin' disappointed that I'd abandoned his steamy portal. I licked, sucked and chewed my way back through his treasure trench and over big, hanging balls, trying to reach his randy behemoth, but the fat cock was arced up and away from me. Joey caught on to my dilemma real quick and repositioned himself so that his prick was once again hanging right over my face. Pressing one big thumb against the top of his fleshy, mushroomed head he pushed it against my thick lips. I opened wide and enveloped the massive prickhead with my wet, steamy mouth. My lips, tongue and teeth went to work on the sensitive nerve endings of his oversized cockhead. Lips were tightened around the underside of his formidable crown, holding him in place while my tongue bathed him in wads of slick saliva. Every time I ran my tongue over his thick piss slit the boy tensed, threw back his head and audibly moaned. The fuckin' head was so big that I wondered if I'd be able to get any more of him in my gullet!
The little fuck was gettin' so hot and bothered that he had a momentary brain freeze and let go of his cock, which popped right outa my mouth and snapped up against his flat gut. I was just about to reach between his spread thighs to take hold of that mouth-watering slab of meat and redirect it to my divine lips, but Joey had other ideas. Coming up off his knees the nineteen-year-old stud shifted position again, this time hovering over top of me in a near-sixty-nine. He dug his knees into the bed coverings alongside my head, one muscular arm propping him up somewhere near the vicinity of my right hip while he took hold of his fat shaft by the hairy base with the other. As he lowered his dripping, throbbing prick to my lips I cocked my head backwards to meet him and opened wide. The plum-sized head of his cock pushed its way into the expanded oval of my eagerly awaiting mouth. My lips stretched to accommodate the gargantuan girth as I chewed on the fleshy head, tongue snaking out to lap at the thick vein on the underside of his pleasure weapon. Joey responded by sinking another inch of his beefy stick into my suck-hole.
I was drawing away on that big, beautiful cock when Joey suddenly released his grasp on it, planted his hand to the side of my other hip and came up onto his toes in a sexy push-up stance. His hips began to rise and fall, pumping his hard, fat crank between my heated lips. More and more of his dark, tasty ItalianRican dick plowed its way into me, the fat head banging against the back of my throat and nearly making me gag. There was no way I was gonna get this engorged fucker down any further, so I just started sucking like a crazy man. Better than five inches of his veiny meat, inclusive of that huge cockhead, rhythmically slid between my wet lips and stuffed my saliva-coated hole. The little fuck wasn't even allowing me a moment to breath, he just kept driving it in and out....in and out. His heavy, sweaty ballbag was slapping against my forehead and I could just feel the heady perspiration rolling off his well-proportioned young body and onto my own just below him. He was panting heavily and the warmth of his breathing washed over my bobbing prick, not all that far away from his face. Damn, how I wanted him to lean forward just a little bit further and kiss the angry purple head of my mancock with his full, meaty lips! He would've sure gotten one tasty treat, 'cos I was leaking dick lava like crazy at this point.
Releasing a hold on my prized possession, I reached back to run my hands up along the rear of those massive, hairy thighs to either side of my face and ended up with two handfuls of nice, bubbled ass cheeks. I kneaded those lightly fuzz-covered grapefruits and allowed my fingers to close in on his heavily indented crack. The sweaty stickiness from his crevice told me I was close to home. Palms spread over firm melons, my index and middle fingers of each hands went to work pulling open his shit ditch and digging through the sexy, heavier growth of Italian body hair splitting his crack in two. Joey's young body tensed and shuddered when I finally touched the wrinkled folds of his steamy hole. My fingers did a teasing little dance over his virgin bud, never daring to poke through his tight elastic band (not yet anyway), but just skirting the area and turning him on like never before. Joey's fat dick seemed to swell even larger---buried as deep as possible in my pleasing mouth---and his face-fucking became more insistent. I growled deep and seductive around his fuck tool while my hands busily played with his bucking shitter.
"Oh yeah, Jon," he moaned quietly, his voice real manly and deep "you've got one hot fuckin' mouth! Better'n any pussy I ever had! Been a long fuckin' time since I had a good blow job! Keep suckin' that dick, man, suck the whole goddamned thing! Play with my tight ass, you cocksucker you! Awww man, that's it! Finger my shit hole jus' like that! AWWWWWWWWWWW FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"
His hips were buckin' a mile a minute now, tearing into me with little regard, literally raping my face. Not that I was about to raise any kind of objection, mind you. I'd learned the art of breathing through my nostrils a long fuckin' time ago, pal, so my slippery mouth was a free hole for him to do as he damned well pleased. Little Joey was moanin' and groanin' away, a mighty engine racing like mad. I knew his heart had to be pounding a mile a minute---fuck if I couldn't feel the intense beating right through the distended veins of his mighty prick! He was one hell of a strong boy, that much was for sure, managing to support all his weight on hands and toes while he bludgeoned my face with his throbbing slab of tasty meat. I was lappin' at that huge mushroomed head every chance I got with his out-stroke and assisted his return by sloppily sucking him right back into me. His thick, hard shaft speared me all the way to the back of my throat while I bathed the entire length of his buried meat with slick, wet saliva. Little Joey tasted awful fuckin' good, almost as good as his big brother, only....FRESHER!
There were all kinds of sloshy, slapping sounds filling Ray's bedroom as his baby brother rode my face. Face drool was liberally spilling out from the sides of my mouth as the fat rod relentlessly pumped against the back of my throat. My swollen tongue was like an internal tickler along the thickly-veined underside of his gargantuan shaft. He kept slammin' that big fucker in and out, his thrusts coming even more quickly, his dick practically a blur as it bruised my lips. Ultimately, his heavy, rapid breathing revealed that little Joey's balls were boiling over and he was gettin' real fuckin' close to poppin' his cork. I let him feed me that meaty rod a few more times before I forcefully pulled his ass trench open wide and dug both middle fingers right up his hot little hole!
That was it for Joey! With a startled yelp, his entire body convulsed and he fell to his knees, dick buried tonsil-deep in my forty-four year old sucking machine. He'd stopped the frantic fucking---but damned if I was about to stop the sucking! His hefty ballbag had drawn up taut between his widespread legs and he was pantin' like a race horse on the final stretch as I brought him nearer to the orgasm of his young life. With a strong, strangled cry little Joey's nut sac literally exploded and voluminous amounts of searing hot cum blasted from the wide-open, fleshy lips of his magnificent cockhead. Each forceful shot splashed against the back of my throat and filled my already-stuffed mouth until I thought that I might drown from the continuous waves of spent semen. Swallowing load after tasty load, I didn't think the boy was ever going to stop cumming! Just when he'd slowed to a trickle and I thought I'd drained his cock of every last drop he could possibly produce, the hot little stud surprised me by bellowing loudly and erupting one final, and impressively massive, jet of satiating teen-man cum. I drank every bit of his tasty load, then ran my tongue all along his rod and over the mushroom-like head, cleaning him in a warm saliva-wash.
Joey fell over on his back beside me, his strong chest rising and falling rapidly from the exertion of the last several minutes of wild face-fucking. Sweat was trickling down all over his young, bronzed body. He had one arm up, turned so the back of his hand rested against his forehead as he stared up at the ceiling and tried to catch his breath. The sight of his darkly hairy pit was sure one hell of an enticement for me, but I refrained from scaring the kid and instead reached out to tweak one of his hard, protruding nipples. Rolling it between two fingers, I caught the boy looking down at my maneuvers and then gazing in my direction.
"You sure as shit know what you're doin', Jon," he finally addressed me, his voice heavy. "I never got off like that before! And there ain't no bitch who ever let me cum in her mouth....let alone to swallow my jizz! That was so fuckin' hot!" And then he got that innocent little puppy dog look just like his older brother sometimes did. "We can do it again sometime, can't we?"
"Who says we're finished?" I was laying there playing with this macho little studpup, his cum still warm in my belly, and I was sportin' a rock hard-on that desperately required some kind of attention. Determined not to let this session end as most of my encounters with Ray had ended, I came up on my knees and positioned myself between Joey's thick, outstretched legs. Sexily cocking his head to one side, he looked up at me in naive curiosity. Grasping him under the knees, I lifted Joey's hairy legs up and back until they were spread wide and his big, bubbled butt was totally exposed to me. Before the kid even knew what was happening, I dove in face first and gave him the wettest, sloppiest rim job of my career!
He grabbed ahold of himself behind the knees, allowing my freed hands to clutch his rock-hard ass cheeks and knead them while probing his hot crevice with my tongue. Digging deep into my straight buddy's little brother's hairy ass crack, I tasted the funky sweetness of him. My slobbering, distended tongue ran up and down the length of his awesomely deep and tangy butt ditch and darted around his little pucker, making love to the boy's asshole. It wasn't difficult for me to notice that his big cock had jumped back to attention almost from the moment my hot breath first washed over his manly ass. The way I had him bent over, that big mushroom cockhead of his was resting right between his mounded pecs, its deep piss slit pulsing open to look him right in the face.
His beefy body positively shuddered every time the surface of my tongue passed over his button. Zeroing in on the wrinkled target, I rubbed the sides of his hole with my thumbs while my rapidly flicking mouth muscle went to work probing the folds of his wet asslips. When I was sure I had him good and juiced up, I wedged one fat finger second-knuckle deep into the cutie's shitter and slowly screwed it around. His tight muscle clamped down around my digit, almost as if trying to hold it securely in place. Fighting his dominant hold, I slid my finger out of him and then quickly slipped it right back in...again and again...slowly and sensuously finger-fucking the macho, hunky straight lad. Keeping the area well-lubed, I leaned in every now and then to run my tongue around the mouth of his ass, liberally coating it with saliva and taking a selfish moment to suck his tasty ass juices off my working finger. When the kid's virgin-tight hole seemed like it was loosening up a little bit, I snuck in a second finger. Joey really tensed with that one, but he did nothing to stop me. As a matter of fact, he hadn't yet raised one objection to my openly gay ass play.
Pretty soon I had four fingers, two from each hand, sliding in and out of the husky teen's tight, hungry love hole. Black, wet hairs were plastered against the sides of his shit ditch from all the saliva I'd lathed down there, making little Joey's cherry busting experience more pleasurable than painful. Hooking my fingers deep up inside his rubber band, I forcefully pulled his pink ass lips wide apart and lewdly stretched his boyhole open. Joey moaned deeply and started squirming all over the bedcovers as my exploring digits fought to keep his butt-trap from snapping shut. Moving in again, my long wet tongue easily slid into the heated opening created by my thick fingers. With lips pressed tightly against his open raspberry, my snaking tongue deeply explored the damp sweetness of his tender young asshole. I ate out his ass with a darting tongue, lapping the inner walls of that gaping anus and searing his insides with mouthfuls of slippery spittle. His ass was rockin' all over the goddamned bed, threatenin' to tear out my tongue by the root. I managed to keep my face firmly planted between his sweet cheeks, even when he grabbed a fistful of my hair in a feeble attempt to pull me off of him and cease the wanton lust coursing through his hot body.
"OH SHIT! OH FUCK!" he chanted, his head rocking from side to side on the pillows. "Eat my fuckin' hole, you faggot bastard! Eat up my hole and then SUCK ME OFF AGAIN!!!"
That's what HE thought!
Somewhat reluctantly, I tore my face from between his thick thighs. Both thumbs were now hooked inside his loosened hole, massaging the swollen rosebud. Joey was lookin' at me quizzically, wonderin' to himself why I'd stopped feasting on his secret masculinity. He probably deduced that I was gonna chow down on his thick cockpiece and coax another wave of sweet sauce from his ballbag. But I had a big surprise in store for little macho Joey!
"Faggot bastard, eh?" I repeated his sex-crazed outburst. "Just cos I suck your dick, swallow your load and eat your hole, you think I'm a faggot bastard?" My thumbs were screwing around inside him purposely deep and slow. "I've had more pussy in my lifetime than you or your hot stud brother prob'ly will ever have, Joey-boy."
"I....hey, I'm sorry, Jon....didn't mean ta.....you're a cool dude....always kinda liked you....like ya even more now....I..........AARRRGGHHHHHH" The little prick was trying to worm his way out of his insulting words, but I shut him up by yanking his boyhole wide open once again with my fat thumbs. Scooting in closer between his widespread thighs, I eased the head of my big dick against the opening created by my fingers and felt waves of heat from inside his body wash over my sensitive glans.
"This FAGGOT is gonna fuck the livin' shit outa you, Joey, with his big, fat mandick!" He slowly shook his head from side to side in protest, fear registering in his dark brown eyes. "Don' worry, Joey, your brother was a little scared the first time, too, but now he practically begs me to plow his asshole!" It was a total fabrication of the truth, but the kid didn't need to know that.
Joey's good looks registered shock. "YOU......FUCK.....RAY!?!?!?!?!?"
I grinned evily and perpetuated the lie. "That's right, boy! Every fuckin' chance I get. Shit, even at your birthday party, I had him upstairs in the bathroom bangin' the fuck outa his hairy hole!" Actually, as you may recall, that was his mother's boyfriend I'd done in the john---but it sounded hot as hell to me and seemed to be workin' on Joey's psyche.
His ultra-hot wrestler's body tensed and a sexy whimper escaped those made-for-cocksuckingly full, lush lips as I easily glided my swollen cockhead between the fat thumbs holding his ass lips apart and entered his wide-open hole. Once my helmet was buried inside him I released his rubber-band ring and felt the tight sphincter muscle snap securely around my hefty piece of meat just under the rim. Massaging the inside of his thick, widespread thighs with my roving hands, I gave his virgin butt a little time to get used to the pulsating head of my prick before I fed him some length. Joey had sucked his puffy lower lip into his mouth and was biting down on it. His face was all crunched up as he winced in sex pain, sultry brown eyes now crinkled slits and his expansive eyebrows knitted in a desperate scowl. Wisps of dark bangs were plastered haphazardly across the sexy boy's sweat-beaded forehead. It was one hell of an incredible sight havin' such a handsome, well-built boy layin' there in front of me with his strong, muscular legs spread wide, his thick slab of meat pulsing up and down as it rested hard against his upper abdomen, and his hot asshole instinctively trying to resist me.
Flexing my hips I pushed one inch---then another---slowly, but purposefully, into him. He was fuckin' tight as a drum, all right, and there was no denying that his rump was uncharted territory. Lickin' my slobbering lips, I observed the way his sweet, hair-lined ass lips got drawn into him as my dick was buried deeper and deeper inside his gripping chute. When I rubbed against his prostrate, the boy began to move wildly about the bed, grabbing handfuls of bed coverings and writhing like a snake on hot pavement. Half of the way in, I stopped again, savoring the feeling of his tight velveteen glove embracing me from within. And then I drew back, withdrawing inch after thick inch. Joey's meaty butt lips, which had latched onto the length of my cock, were pulled out and away from his body, making me even hornier for his hole. He groaned long and sexily as every hard, throbbing millimeter of my aching schlong slowly slid out of him. When my plump dickhead popped from his cherry, Joey's wrinkled little pucker clammed up tight. Wasting little time, I took cock in hand, pressed my leaking glans up to his shithole, and shoved my way back in.
My big mancock slithered farther into his murky depths this time, paused momentarily and then pulled almost all the way out again. Joey's tight boyhole was firmly gripping my cockhead, not wanting to let it pop out of his clenched ass ring this time. Locking my eyes onto his, I fucked my super-swollen glans in and out of the hairy mouth, challenging his tight sphincter muscle. The handsome horndog was making short little rutting grunts and his head was rolling all over the white pillow case, soaking it with all his sweat. I just couldn't wait a moment longer. Grabbing him by the front of his thighs, I pulled the boy closer to me and drove my missile home! The kid stiffened under me as my thick cock ripped through his Italian fuckhole. My big, juicy balls slapped up against his big butt cheeks while his pussy lips gripped the base of my prick like a fuckin' vise. I was all the way inside of his twitching ass hole!
"AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he wailed as my cock head rested in his slimy guts. His thick fingers were diggin' into my meaty biceps as I leaned over him and got ready to throw him his first fuck. My hips began to pump up and down, slowly at first, but the tempo increased before long. I fucked him long and deep, pulling out 'til my flanged tip was threatening to bust outa his hole and then plowed it all the way back in. My dick twisted around inside his guts, finding places he'd never known existed and making Joey squirm like a slippery eel.
I picked up the speed, fairly ramming his hot little hole. My wet, slippery cock filled his ass cavity time after time, bangin' the livin' hell out of Joey's newly discovered prostate. The entire length of his warm, silky channel clenched around the thickness of my battering ram, making for a perfectly hot fuck. The realization struck me that there seemed to be slightly less resistance with each deliberate thrust from my loins. Smiling knowingly, I slammed harder, deeper and faster into the young boy's hole, grinding my meat around up inside him from a variety of angles.
As my veiny, swollen column plunged deeply into his shitter, Joey was whippin' his head around on the pillow, gnashing his perfect white teeth together and pounding the mattress with tightly clenched fists as his well-proportioned body shivered in ecstasy. When my cock managed to hit his insides at just the right spot, Joey's eyes shot wide open and he began pummeling my hard chest with his fists, shouting a string of obscenities:
"OWWWWWWW FUCK, THAT HURTS! YOU'RE HURTIN' MY TIGHT LITTLE ASS WITH THAT BIG, FAT MAN COCK!" My wiry bush tangled up in his ass hairs as I started jackhammerin' my fat knob way up where the fuckin was real good. His voice came deeper and more testosterone-filled than usual: "OH YEAH, DUDE, OH YEAH!! THAT'S IT!! THAT'S FUCKIN' IT!!! FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT BIG DICK!! TAKE MY LITTLE HOLE!!! YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I WANNA CUM AGAIN!!! FUCK ME WITH ALL YOU GOT, JON...FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCK MY BROTHER...MAKE ME A MAN JUST LIKE YOU MADE HIM!!!"
Seeing as I had never had the pleasure of excavating Ray's hairy man-hole, I improvised. Not that it would have been too difficult a feat: I'd fantasized fucking my straight body for many years and had lotsa masturbation material stored up in my horny imagination. The way his young brother was practically beggin' for it now was a total turn on to me. I'd turned little Joey into a fuck pig with one short lesson from my rump-humping pole and knew he'd never be the same again!
Harder and harder my shaft pressed into him, forcing his anal muscles to stretch and accomodate my width. When those same muscles squeezed around my schlong and caressed my hardness from deep within him, I had no doubt Joey'd passed the pain stage and was enjoying the pleasures of male copulation. After another moment, he was bucking back against me, meeting my forceful thrusts dead on. Our sweat soaked bodies slapped together as I humped him with renewed vigor. Joey's upper torso rose and fell with each hard thrust. His hands slapped against my pecs and dug into my hard nipples, pulling and twisting them, trying to transfer the same degree of pleasure and pain that I was inflicting upon him. His face registered the unspeakable erotic rapture his whole body was experiencing.
Joey's feet were right up on my strong shoulders and his twin logs of leg were stretched out to either side of me, their muscles visibly jumping under the surface of his ethnic skin. I just kept fuckin' away at him, knowing my heart was speed pumping but unable to resist the temptation of his tight hole. It'd been a long time since I'd fucked virgin ass; hell, it'd been a long time since I'd fucked somethin' so goddamn young and macho! It was kind of like my conscious thought had taken holiday from my body and I was nothing more than a steam-rolling, fucking machine. I fucked him with everything I had, forcing myself in and out of his sweaty ass and making him tremble like a schoolgirl on the end of my wand. His asshole was practically begging to be fucked long and rough, and I was more than happy to oblige.
Suddenly Joey tensed up and his eyes got that glazed over look I was very familiar with. He was panting like crazy and his face was all screwed up from the pressure of his oncoming orgasm. His butt muscles clenched down tight on my bludgeoning pecker and his big, fat dick shot one huge load after another of creamy ball juice all over his heaving torso. I never lost a beat plowing into his gripping shitter, my eyes fixed on the handsome boy's erotic expressions as he reached his second mind-blowing orgasm of the past hour. Just when I thought his balls were drained, Joey let go with that final block-buster load. It erupted out of him with such volcanic force that it arced over his chest and splatted him square in the face.
Seeing that huge load slowly dripping down his face and running over thick, parted lips was more than I could stand. My breathing got harsh and ragged and I could feel a sort of tingling heat burning through my crotch and balls. Abruptly yanking my cock out of his hole, I shouted incoherently and blew my load all across his hot, wrestler's body. Huge jets of sweet cock cream spewed from my piss-gash and soaked his hard, muscled torso. Joey ran curious hands all over his chest, combining our spent loads and massaging it into his delectable skin. When I'd splashed my last bit of seed, I pretty much collapsed on top of the muscle-bound youth, our cocks resting together. Rolling out my parched tongue, I licked the tasty cum off his face like an overly eager puppy while our hands played over each others sopping wet bodies. Digging his head back into the soft pillows, he moaned long and loud as I sucked on his protruding adam's apple. Coming up to lightly touch my lips against Joey's, I swear I detected a twitch as though he were about to kiss me back. But I was already up, pulling my lower body to his face and guiding my softening, but still hard, dick towards his mouth.
"Your brother loves to taste the last bit of cum out of my cock," I told him---and it worked like a charm! Joey's puffy lips parted and my cockhead slid into his slick, warm mouth. Wrapping one thick hand around my girth, he held it in place as his tongue slid all over my sensitive glans and he milked the last remaining juices from my slit, big brown eyes fixed intently upon me the whole time.
I was getting hard again!
It was dark by the time we finally locked up the house. Joey saw the logic behind keeping our tryst top secret---even from his trusted, big brother who, not a week later, fucked me silly right there in that same bed I'd deflowered his sibling. We had both parked curbside, me in front of Joey. I was sitting behind my wheel adjusting the volume on the radio when Joey pulled his used pick up onto the roadway, then abruptly braked and reversed. Coming up alongside my car, he rolled down the window with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Think you'll be comin' back to check on things here tomorrow?"
I smiled widely and grabbed a handful of my crotch. "See you then, little buddy."
As I slipped my car into gear and steered onto the roadway, the next door-neighbor stepped out onto his porch. I honked the horn and nodded in Grandpa Bear's direction as I passed by. The older man gave me a wide, knowng shit-eating grin---and I could swear I saw him through my rearview mirror lewdly fondle his groin.....