Straight Buddy Ray

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #20: SPONTANEOUS CUM-BUSTION

The following is a work of erotic fiction. All characters are creations of the author's imagination and any similarity between any living or dead person is purely coincidental. Copyright is maintained by the author.

May 2009 JRoyale

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

The fist shot out and caught him square on the jaw before he had the chance to block it. Losing his footing, Jon Kingston staggered backwards and went sprawling to the parquet floor in the tiny foyer of his townhouse. His robe fell open, revealing his muscular nude body and semi-erection. But the other man cared nothing about that. He stood there, obviously irate, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he glared at the fallen older man.

Jon raised himself on one elbow and rubbed his aching jaw. He attempted a nervous smile as he addressed his assailant. "Now what was that for?"

"YOU FUCKED MY BROTHER!"

Blood drained from Jon's face and he suddenly felt an icy chill crawl up his spine. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had always known discovery was inevitable. But confronted with it now he hardly knew what to say.

"Ray, I---"

Ray quickly cut him off. "Don't even try to deny it, you sleazy prick. Joey wouldn't make up something like that."

"No, no sense denying it," Jon replied seriously. "But how about you close the door? We don't need the whole neighborhood hearing this."

"I don't give a fuck who knows the slimy bastard you are," Ray bellowed but nevertheless turned and loudly slammed the front door shut. At the same time Jon managed to rise from the floor and gather his robe around him, tying the sash loosely in front. "I should take you apart limb by limb," Ray stated through clenched teeth, the veins in his forehead and neck bulging with rage.

Jon held out one strong arm. "Hold on, buddy. You had your one shot and that's it. Let's talk about this."

"Don't call me buddy," Ray threw back at him. "No buddy does what you've done."

"No matter what you're thinking, I've never intentionally done anything to hurt you or anybody in your family. You've gotta believed that."

"YOU FUCKED MY BROTHER!" Ray repeated, "That's not hurtin' my family? Hurtin' him?"

Jon knew this was a volatile predicament and he needed to choose his words carefully, lest he fuel Ray's anger. He didn't know the circumstances surrounding Joey's apparent confession to his idolized older brother or the extent of his revelation. Better to find out exactly what, and just how much, Ray really knew.

"Ray, man, try to calm down and tell me exactly what Joey said," he suggested to the younger man.

"Why, so you can twist and turn his words around? I believe what my brother told me! All that stuff about buddy sex, guys takin' care of guys. The same shit you told me years ago."

Jon shook his head. "I'm not trying to weasel out of this. Yes, Joey and I have fucked around. Same as you and me."

"The same as you and me?" Ray advanced on him, thick finger pointed. "You never fucked me, but you sure as shit fucked my brother. And got him to do it by lying about doing me."

Jon stood his ground, even with Ray right there in his face. "If you want me to confirm Joey's story then I need to hear the whole thing, everything he told you."

"You don't need to confirm nuthin'," Ray turned away from him, running a hand through his thick dark hair and pacing in the small foyer. "I know exactly what you've done to my brother."

Jon stuffed his hands in the deep pockets of his robe. "Can you at least tell me what made Joey finally tell you this after all these years?"

Ray stopped in his tracks and looked at Jon with a dumbfounded look on his handsome face. "All these years? Y-you mean to tell me this has been going on that long?"

So Joey hadn't given a complete account of his assignations with Jon, leading the older man to wonder what else Joey might have omitted. Nodding his head in the affirmative and hoping this wouldn't incite another rage, Jon urged him again, "How did all this come up?"

"Because now Joey's in trouble," Ray shouted, "and it's all because of you!"

Jon was instantly at attention. "Whoa! Joey in trouble? What kind of trouble? Ray, you can be pissed off with me much as you want, but you've got to tell me everything."

Ray had been working out in the garage after dinner, polishing his prize classic Mustang convertible when his brother, Joey, came through the doorway connecting to the main house. A smile crossed his handsome face upon seeing his always-welcome brother, the kid he'd practically raised when their parents split up years ago. Every time he saw his younger brother Ray couldn't help but marvel at the way Joey had matured from a gawky teen into a good looking hunk of a young man.

"Joe! What are you doin' here?" he asked good naturedly, stepping across the cement floor to take his brother in his arms for a brief, entirely masculine hug.

"Hey, Ray," Joey responded, averting his brother's eyes to awkwardly stare at the floor.

Ray was instantly at alert. Taking his brother's chin in one hand and, lifting his head so they were eye to eye, he asked, "Joey, what's wrong? You got that look like you had when you were a kid and done something wrong."

Joey looked away, his chest rising and falling as he released a deep sigh, unable to find the words he'd practiced all the way over to his brother's house.

Ray's big hands were on Joey's shoulders, one coming around the back of his younger brother's neck where he instantly detected nervous perspiration. "Joey, dude, c'mon. You know you can tell me. I'm your brother. Somethin's wrong." Then, as a theory formulated in his mind, "Is it fuckin' Tracy again? What in hell's she up to now?"

As always, Joey was quick to defend his bride. Shaking his head he answered, "No, no." After a few second's thought he added, "Well, not really, anyhow."

"Then what is it, bro?" Ray's big thumb was massaging the back of his brother's thick neck as he attempted to make the nervous lad more comfortable.

Joey took a deep breath and then let it out in one huff. Looking directly into his brother's hazel eyes for the first time since their initial encounter he asked, "I can tell you anythin', right, Ray? And you ain't gonna get pissed at me? Right?"

"Of course, Joey," Ray said with a nervous laugh. "I love you, bro. But, wh-what did you do, Joe?"

Joey hesitated. More than anything he wanted to turn on his heel and dash out of the place. But he knew he couldn't handle his current predicament on his own. And Joey knew it wasn't about to just go away. He needed the help of someone else. If boss Stosh---a man almost, but not quite, like a father---had been in town he'd have gone to the big man and laid out the horrifying details, but Stosh was off in Poland on his annual family vacation. The only other person he could trust with his embarrassing problem was his beloved older brother.

Steeling himself, Joey began, "Ray, I've gotten myself into some trouble. Big trouble."

"Joey," Ray prompted him a hushed tone, "it's not trouble with the law?"

"No, no," Joey quickly replied, shaking his head from side to side, "nuthin' like that. I ain't broken no kinds of laws, Ray. I ain't that kind of guy. You know that."

Both Ray's hands were now clasped on Joey's big, broad shoulders, kneading the knotted muscles to relax the younger man. "Then what kind of trouble, Joey? Money? Is it money? We can fix that, Joe."

"No, Ray, it ain't money either," Joe replied testily. With another huge exasperated sigh, he added, "Well, money is a kind of a problem right now. But that ain't it."

"Then, Joey, what the fuck?"

Sucking in his thick lower lip Joey threw back his head with yet another deep sigh and ran a hand through his thick dark, longish locks. He stared up at the cross beams of the ceiling in the garage without really seeing before turning his back on his brother and stepping away. Picking up the rag Ray had earlier used to buff his shiny Mustang, Joey curiously observed it while he searched for the right words. Finally placing it to the side he crossed muscular arms over his chest and leaned against the car, his buxom butt resting on a fender.

"You know how things ain't exactly good between me and Tracy in the bedroom?" he began.

"Yeah, Joey, I know," Ray replied, curious about the physical distance Joey had just placed between them. "Still won't give you any, eh?"

Joey nodded. "We ain't had sex----ever. And it's not like I haven't tried. She just don't want to. One excuse after another: my dick's too big, she's scared, she's havin' her fuckin' period, she's got a headache, all I care about is pussy." Joey listed Tracy 's objections in a sing-song voice. "What in hell's a man s'posed to do? I'm a young guy. I got needs, too. Remember how it was for you?"

Ray offered a nervous smile. "Was? I still can't go more'n a couple days without getting' off, bro."

"Yeah, I know," Joey said meaningfully, then returned to his telling. "And beating off all the time just don't cut it. I tried that. When we was goin' out I was beatin' off while drivin' back home `cause I was so fuckin' horny. Lucky I never had a wreck."

"Lucky," Ray repeated with a sneaky smile. "Wouldn't want to explain that one to the cops now, would you?"

Joey threw out his arms, shoulders shrugging near up to his ear lobes. "I dunno what it is, Ray. I dunno if it's just cos I don't get none or if maybe I'm just one horny bastard."

"Well, bro," Ray responded, coming forward to again place a brotherly hand against the back of Joey's neck, "it looks like horniness runs in the family, cos I'm rarin' to go nearly all the damned time, too. Difference is I've had a wife who enjoys a good sex life." At least, before she underwent that hysterectomy, he thought to himself. "Your problem, bro, is that you've got no outlet. And what's all this got to do with you bein' in some kind of trouble?"

Joey looked his brother dead-on. "I ain't been doin' without."

Ray was momentarily stunned. Choosing his words carefully, he said, "Well Joey, if you found pussy somewheres else I'm not gonna think any less of you. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

"I ain't cheatin' on Tracy Kim," Joey replied defensively. "Would you ever've cheated on Cath?"

Ray shook his head. "No, dude. But that's different. Me and my wife have had sex; you and yours don't."

"But you never been with another woman while you were married, have you?" Joey challenged.

"Never," Ray honestly told him. "That was the deal we made a long time ago and I haven't broken it. But, Joey, I'm a little confused here. You say you ain't doin' without and yet you're not cheatin' with another girl. So..."

"Buddy sex," Joey blurted out. "I'm havin' buddy sex."

The blood drained from Ray's face. For the first time out there in the garage, clad in little more than a sweatshirt and shorts, he felt a cold chill. His hand dropped from it place on Joey's shoulder. "B-buddy sex? Wh-what do you know about b-buddy sex?" he asked slowly.

"Dude, I've known about it for a long time." The shocked expression etched across his older brother's handsome face made Joey take pause. But he knew he'd come too far to stop now. Ray couldn't help him with his serious problem if he didn't know the entire story. "I know you and Jon been fuck buddies for a while."

Ray's eyes shot wide open. "J-Jon?! H-how do you know this, Joey?"

"He told me," Joey revealed.

"Just what did he tell you?" Ray inquired slowly, enunciating each word.

Joey shrugged his shoulders matter-of-factly. "That you and him are fuck buddies. That you, y'know, help each other out sometimes. It's not like none of us don't like the pussy," he added hurriedly, "it's just that sometimes a guy gets to feelin' a little adventurous. A little animal, y'know what I mean? And there's things you can only do with a buddy, a fuck buddy. Especially when you ain't getting none from your girl---or wife. Kinda like you since Cathy had her surgery. Don't try to tell me you ain't been tappin' Jon's ass regularly since your wife's been out of commission."

Ray was wide eyed and shaking his head in astonishment. His brother, the kid he'd practically nurtured all through his formative years, was making a revelation that shocked Ray to the core of his being. It was one thing for him to fuck around with a buddy or two but as for Joey---now that was an entirely different game.

"One thing I can't figure," Joey went on, scratching his head, "is why you never told me about in, bein' as there's pretty much nuthin' hid between us. It would've saved me an awful lot of frustration if I'd found out sooner."

"Y-you've been screwin' around with these, what you call them, fuck buddies?" It was more statement than inquiry. "Your tellin' me it's not just---not just Jon."

"Hell, yeah!" Joey responded excitedly, a big smile lighting up his handsome face. He was glad to finally be able to share his experiences with his idolized older brother, to let him know it was just one more thing they had in common. "I got me a few of `em."

"W-who?" Ray asked.

"Well, now, I don't know that would be right to name names," Joey responded conspiratorially. " But, heck, it's what guys do. We're all the same: horny as hell all the fuckin' time and needin' to get off. So's we help each other out."

Pain was etched across Ray's dark features but it was as if Joey failed to notice. He went on," With Tracy Kim bein' so damned prim, proper and virginal I'd have gone freakin' nuts if Jon hadn't learned me about buddy sex. Now, don't get me wrong. I ain't queer or nuthin'. Neither are you, right?" Joey slapped a strong hand against his brother's left bicep. "But don't it get you off like crazy when a dick's bangin' against that spot way up in your ass hole?"

Ray's eyes widened to maximum and his face flushed. "Jon----fucked----you?"

"Hell, yeah!" Joey grinned. "What you think, I'm gonna let you be the only one gettin' some. I wasn't gonna but when he told me how you was a little scared at first I kind of understood the way I was feelin'. And since it's alright for you, well, it's alright for me, too."

"Oh Joey, Joey!" Ray exclaimed, suddenly wrapping his arms around his brother and holding him tightly. "What's that sneaky sonofabitch done to you? You should've talked to me first."

"What're you talking?" Joey's breath was warm in his ear. "Just like you, I got me a bunch of fuck buddies. You tryin' to tell me now you don't? I know that ain't true."

Ray released Joey and held him at arm's length. "No, Joey, that's not it. That's not it at all. But, dude, you think I'm a bigger player than I really am."

"Don't worry, bro," Joey smiled, brushing one calloused palm along his brother's stubbly cheek. "It's between us. I ain't never sayin' nuthin' to nobody. And you neither, okay?"

"Joey! Oh, Joey!" Ray repeated again, once more enfolding Joey in his big, masculine arms. He held him just like he did when Joey was a young and frightened kid. One hand made soothing circular motions against Joey's broad back while the other was buried in Joey's thick mane of hair, holding the younger man's head close to his shoulder. It wasn't that he blamed Joey for finding sexual release with a buddy. Heck, he'd be one huge hypocrite if he did! The thing which tore at his heart was the manner in which Jon had taken advantage of Joey's naivety. Jon knew Joey wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the Giagianno drawer and had easily convinced him into believing things which weren't entirely true---just for the opportunity to get into Joey's briefs. Joey, ever the eternal "follower" when it came to his big brother, had obviously embraced what he'd been told. Believing his brother did the same he'd allowed Jon to fuck him up the ass---and obviously enjoyed it. Ray couldn't help but wonder how many other men had plowed their dicks up little Joey's back door.

Joey felt completely safe in his brother's arms. Pressed so tightly together he could feel the heat radiating from Ray's body warming him. He ran his hands up and down Ray's strong back, feeling solid muscle just beneath the sweatshirt. He nuzzled his face in closer to his brother's neck and inhaled the extreme maleness of him. Then, going a step farther, he brushed his right cheek against his brother's left and felt the day's growth of beard on both their faces rub together. He was hardly aware that his cock had begun to thicken. They remained like that for a while with two entirely different agendas. While Ray attempted to comfort poor little fallen Joey, the younger brother was becoming sexually aroused. It wasn't until a slight shift in their bodies pressed Joey's aching hard on into Ray's groin that the elder brother became aware of the situation.

Horrified, Ray stepped back and looked at the obvious bulge in the front of Joey's jeans. "Joey! What the fuck? E-even me?"

Looking somewhat embarrassed Joey shuffled his feet on the cement floor, alternately poking his toes at some imaged object. "Sorry bro, I just can't help myself. I'm fuckin' horned up all the time."

"Is that what you meant by bein' in big trouble? You a sex addict or something?"

"No, no, nuthin' like that," Joey declared defensively, suddenly remembering why he'd come to his brother's house. "It's Javier."

"Javier?" Ray was confused. "What's Javier got to do with this?"

"He found out---about me and my buds," Joey revealed. "And now he's threatenin' me with----with I don't know what."

"How in hell did he found out?" Ray wanted to know, an angry look masking his face.

Joey hesitated a moment. He'd gone this far, but he couldn't tell Ray about those nights on his knees in the back room of Bud's Hut. And it still repulsed him to know that he'd unwittingly gotten off with Javier's uncut Puerto Rican meat. "It don't matter," was all he said. "He knows."

"What's he want?" Ray was attempting to process all this new information. "Money? He want money?"

Joey shook his head slowly, "I don't think so. I think he wants me to be his bitch. And I ain't gonna do it, Ray. I ain't gonna do it. But if I don't he's gonna tell Tracy . Tell everybody."

Ray was fuming now. "Don't you worry, Joey. That sonofabitch isn't going to say a fucking thing!"

"But he almost did today." Joey went on, "When I came home from work there he was sittin' in my kitchen with Tracy and Sammy and he was just about to tell them. And all because I didn't keep an appointment with him last night."

Ray ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting around the garage without really seeing anything. "I'm gonna fix this, Joey. Don't you worry. I'm gonna fix this."

"It might already be too late," Joey told him. "We got into a scuffle and he took off with Sammy. Said they were going to have a drink or somethin'. He could've told her. And she could be tellin' Tracy right now."

Ray thought a moment. "No, no. He wouldn't do that. If he tells anyone then he loses his leverage over you."

"Yeah, yeah," Joey shouted out excitedly. "That's kinda what I thought."

"You go home now, Joey." Ray's mind was racing. "I'm gonna take care of this. I swear I'm gonna take care of this."

"Wh-what are you gonna do?" Joey was a little worried. The last thing he wanted was for Ray to be placed in peril because of him.

"Somebody I gotta see," Ray responded cryptically. "You just go one home and act like nuthin's happened. Can you do that, Joey?"

Joey shrugged his big shoulders. "I suppose."

"Good." Ray gave Joey one more brotherly hug before taking Joey's face in both his hands. "No matter what, you stay away from Javier. He's not doing anything more to you, do you understand?"

Joey nodded before being led out of the garage and to the front door. They shared one last brotherly embrace before Joey stepped out into the cold night air feeling as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Ray would fix it, he was certain of that. Feeling relieved for the first time in days he made his way down the walk and climbed into the cab of his pick up.

Inside, Ray threw on a coat and searched for his keys. He stopped in the kitchen to plant a kiss on Cathy's cheek and tell he was going out for awhile, somehow managing to keep his destination vague. A light from the shed in the back yard caught his eye and, for a moment, he pondered stepping out there to check up on his eldest son. R.J. had been there for quite a while utilizing all Ray's weight equipment while training young Charlie Fitzpatrick. Sometimes Ray thought his son was working Charlie too hard. The kid had been a little whimp of a thing when R.J. first brought him around but the kid was really beginning to beef up under R.J.'s tutelage. Ray didn't think a day had gone by in the past few months that the boys weren't out in that shed slinging around the free weights. Being around R.J. was definitely rubbing off on the other teen. Charlie was even beginning to act more like the other boys his age than the somewhat effeminate youth Ray had first been introduced to.

Deciding to trust his son and believe that R.J. had things under control out there in the shed Ray turned and headed for the front door---and a showdown with the man who he believed had initiated all of Joey's current troubles.

"Two more! Let's go, Charlie, two more!"

Charlie Fitzpatrick flexed his arms, gritted his teeth and forced the weight bar over his head, paused, then slowly brought it back down to hover just over his chest.

"One more! You got one more in you! Fuckin' do it!"

Charlie didn't think he had it in him at all, but if R.J. wanted one more he was going to give him one more. Probably the most popular boy in their Junior class, R.J. Giagianno was a real sports jock---and Charlie Fitzpatrick had harbored a crush on him for a long, long time. All the dweeby, pimple-faced girls he called friends knew all about it; in fact, they had their own unfulfilled fantasies centering around good-looking R.J. But Charlie was the kind of nerdy kid the jock crowd poked fun at. The scrawny, bespectacled Charlie had resigned himself to everyday graphic daydreams centering solely on the much-sought-after R.J. That is, until the afternoon late this past Spring, just before a new school session started, when they encountered one another in the public lavatory out at the shopping mall.

Young, lonely Charlie had long ago discovered he could entertain some of his wildest fantasies in the stalls of that very bathroom. There were many men---mostly older men---who didn't care whether Charlie was a four-eyed, pimple-faced toothpick of a lad. Their points of pleasure came from his mouth and ass hole. Charlie Fitzpatrick quickly became proficient at using both. Every time he brought one of them off, if only for those few seconds, he felt complete. He was finally needed by someone. Some of the real older coots even wanted to bring him home but mousey Charlie, normally frightened by his own shadows, always declined. But it gave him a warm feeling knowing that the man liked him enough to offer. Having been abandoned by his father at a young age and raised by a mother who had more interest in the liquor cabinet than him, it did Charlie a world of good to believe that someone actually cared for him.

The day R.J. found him in the toilets he'd already done two gentlemen, both of them appearing to be well into their seventies. R.J. didn't catch on at first but he certainly couldn't miss Charlie blatantly ogling his man-sized equipment at the urinal. A splotch of cum dripping from Charlie's chin quickly gave the cock sucker away. Seemingly infuriated, R.J. forced Charlie into an empty stall and pleasantly surprised the meeker boy by feeding him his shaft in both orifices. Charlie Fitzpatrick's dream was finally realized!

R.J. surprised Charlie even further when the high school jock took to secretly mentoring him. Charlie didn't care that none of the other students were to know nothing about it. He even somehow managed to keep this new found relationship from his "girl friends". Whenever R.J. declared the coast clear Charlie was biking it over to the Giagianno home and the makeshift gym in the back yard shed. It wasn't that he liked lifting all those heavy weights, but being in R.J.'s company was worth every tiresome effort. R.J. proved to be a real drill sergeant, forcing him to work his frail body in ways Charlie had never thought possible. Along with the physical work R.J. often tuned the small portable television set mounted up in a corner of the wall to a sports event, introducing Charlie to his favorite world. He coached the kid on how to walk and talk like a man, often smacking him alongside the face when Charlie messed up. Charlie didn't care; it was all worth it for those few hours he spent with the handsome school jock.

No one was more surprised than Charlie when he began to see the changes happening to his body. Following better eating habits and keeping to the routine, he was filling out in all the right places and developing some teen-age musculature. Charlie beamed with pride when some of the other students began noticing he wasn't so much the twig they'd always ridiculed. Charlie hounded his usually sloshed mother to trade in his specs for contact lenses and invested his meager savings in over-the-counter acne treatments. Slowly but surely, formerly geeky Charlie Fitzpatrick began to blossom before the astonished eyes of his peers.

As Charlie became more and more like the other guys at school R.J. grew less secretive about his curious friendship with the teen. He no longer went to such great lengths to sneak Charlie into the workout shed and even brought him down to the family basement where he coached Charlie in the arts of boxing and wrestling. Although his initial matches thoroughly sucked, Charlie grew to love wrestling. Anything that had to do with grappling with R.J.---or the other guys at school---was fine by him. Coach Webb was pleasantly surprised the afternoon Charlie actually beat his opponent, fellow student Chucky Johnson.

It was in one of these basement training sessions that Charlie first met R.J.'s father. Neither of the boys knew they weren't quite as slick as they thought they were; Ray had observed the boys entering the shed on several occasions. Charlie could easily see where R.J. got his good looks from---Mr. Giagianno was a real hunk of a man and caused Charlie to feel a stirring in the crotch of his pants. He sure wished he would come across such a man in the mall toilets! As it was, since Charlie had taken to self improvement he was finding the pickings at the mall greatly improved.

"One more, Charlie," R.J. commanded once again. "C'mon! One more if you want some of this!" And with that he lewdly groped the bulge filling out the mesh of his worn jock strap. Beads of sweat broke out on Charlie's brow as he pushed the bar upward to full extension. Satisfied with the other boy's accomplishment, R.J. took the bar in his own hands and moved it back to the safety rack.

"See? I knew you could do it," R.J. proudly told him. "Now, here's your reward." With that he stepped forward, beefy legs to either side of Charlie's head, and lowered himself to the teen's face. R.J. wasn't wearing any pants. He usually shucked them the moment they were both secured in the shed. The space heater made it comfortable enough that he was able to prance around in little more than t-shirt and jock which, he knew, gave Charlie the incentive to have a productive workout. The jock was the same one he'd been wearing for the past week at school practice and was ripe with the intoxicating aroma of sweat and teen sex.

With his nose practically buried in R.J.'s ripe young ass crack and his face planted in the juncture of the other boy's legs Charlie went to town lapping at every bit of exposed flesh. He managed to slither his tongue under the material of the jock strap and run it along the base of R.J.'s hairy ball sac. R.J. ground himself against Charlie's face, thoroughly enjoying the treatment being given to his most private parts.

Suddenly rising from a disappointed Charlie, R.J. grasped the weight bar and removed it from the bench press, depositing it on the rack behind him. Swiftly he took hold of two fifteen-pound dumbbells and placed one in each of Charlie's hands.

"Flyes, Charlie! Give me three sets, ten reps! Let's go!" Charlie arced his arms upward until the weights touched, feeling the pump in his chest, and then slowly lowered them to either side. Again and again he lifted them---two times, three, four---until the first set was complete. Then R.J. was taking the weights from his hands, allowing him a short rest before the next grueling set. Charlie looked up at the teen standing there right behind him and excitedly observed as R.J. groped his basket for his benefit. He hoped for another taste but, all two soon, R.J. was handing him the weights once again.

Charlie managed the second set, mindful of the flawless technique R.J. had taught him. If he screwed up, didn't do it right, R.J. would tack on an extra set. The other boy was a real task master but his training brought about the desired results.

The third set was more difficult, especially since R.J. had replaced the fifteen pounders with twenty-five pounders. The first five reps were okay but each successive lift became more difficult. Charlie gritted his teeth, straining his muscles to do the required work and emitted a huge sigh when the weights met at full extension. R.J. urged him onward and leaned down to place his hands on either side of Charlie's arms, helping him maintain proper form. On rep number eight he released Charlie's arms, forcing him to pound out the last two on his own. Charlie's arms were shaking uncontrollably and he really didn't think he'd be able to do it.

"Just two more! Two more, Charlie! You want to be a whimp all your life? Give me two more! Two more or you get none of this!" R.J. reached down to pull the mesh of the jock strap to one side, allowing his man-sized cock and hefty balls to tumble free. Charlie's eyes gaped wide, much as they did every time he got a look at R.J.'s formidable equipment. As many times as he'd taken it down his throat or up his ass Charlie still couldn't get over the breathtaking size of it. Fully erect, he knew that R.J. was every bit of a foot long. The pleasure of servicing that piece was the incentive which had kept Charlie Fitzpatrick in shape.

Eyeing the beautiful piece of man flesh, Charlie flexed his chest and brought the weights together once more. He thought his boy tits would explode from the effort. Slowly he lowered the dumbbells to his sides, licking his lips as he concentrated on R.J.'s huge penis. Charlie didn't need to look down to know that his own prick had swollen to full erection. If he was to get any kind of relief at all he had to finish this set. R.J. had held out on him before when he failed to follow through on the exercises. Charlie was determined this would not be one of those times. Using every bit of strength he could muster the smaller teen ever-so-slowly raised the weights, sighing with relief when they finally clanked together dead center.

R.J. was removing the weights from his hands and depositing them on the floor along with the other equipment. Charlie quickly came to a seated position on the bench, stretching the muscles of his arms the way he'd been taught. Looking to the side he followed R.J.'s movement as the other teen came around, lifted one leg over the bench to straddle it and stood there before Charlie. Charlie could smell the unmistakably musty aroma emanating from R.J.'s succulent crotch.

"Good job, Charlie," R.J. praised, taking his flaccid member by the base and shaking it a breath away from Charlie's face. "Here's your reward." With that said he teasingly slapped his monster against Charlie's right cheek and then his left before pressing it to the grateful teen's lips. Charlie's wet tongue darted out to lathe the perfectly shaped head and tasty shaft, making it glisten with saliva. R.J. stood there, hands on hips, his groin thrust lewdly outward.

"Yeah, Charlie, that's right," R.J. encouraged him. "Treat my dick real nice `cause I've got a special surprise waitin' for you."

Charlie whimpered excitedly at the thought, although he couldn't imagine what could be more special than the opportunity to suck the cock of R.J. Giagianno. Stuffing the entire thing in his mouth Charlie feasted on the rapidly growing meat with his nose pressed firmly into R.J.'s dark pubic thatch. All sorts of nasty, loving sounds were coming from somewhere deep in his throat as he munched. His hands traveled up the sides of R.J.'s hairy, muscular legs and reached around to fondle the athlete's solid ass globes while the dick grew larger and larger in his warm oral cavern. Reluctantly he was forced to back off a bit when R.J. reached full erection, lest he choke on the enormous length of delectable dong.

R.J. began moving his hips, fucking Charlie's mouth with short and steady strokes. He watched the length of his meaty sex glide over Charlie's wet lips and observed the way the other boy's tongue flickered out to kiss his cock head on the withdrawal. R.J. thoroughly enjoyed burying his hot sex in a warm mouth. There weren't many who could take all of him. Even sex kitten Sheri Parker had some trouble swallowing his gargantuan gun. But R.J. knew that Charlie Fitzpatrick was good for taking every fucking inch. And it felt so damned good when the entire thing was enveloped by the warm, wet sucking cavern of the cock pig's throat. Suddenly becoming even more aroused, R.J. placed his hands behind Charlie's head to hold him steady while he increased the intensity of his fuck thrusts.

Charlie dutifully responded by opening his mouth wide and making it a willing receptacle for R.J.'s teen pleasure. He savored the intoxicating taste of the big beautiful fuck rod as it prodded against the back of his throat. Charlie masterfully massaged the swollen shaft with his excited tongue and groaned when he tasted the first surge of R.J.'s sweet and succulent pre-cum. Casting his eyes upward to gaze at his beloved jock Charlie observed R.J. throw back his head in utter ecstasy. The darker teen sucked his lower lip into his mouth and gently bit on it with his even upper teeth. Seeing how R.J. was really getting into the moment, Charlie intensified his cocksucking while running his hands up under R.J.'s shirt. He traveled over the tight smooth skin feeling the ripples of the other boy's abdominals and spread his hands over both raised pectoral mounds. Finding R.J.'s pert nipples, Charlie lovingly teased and toyed with them and was instantly rewarded by an increased throbbing from the ethnic jock's cock.

"You like my cock, Charlie?" R.J. asked in a hushed tone. Stupid question, Charlie thought as he moaned his reply. R.J. Giagianno had the biggest and the best slab of meat his young eyes, mouth and ass had thus far encountered. None of the adults he'd done in the mall toilets could begin to measure up to the handsome high school jock.

Charlie's playful hands glided down the contours of R.J.'s lean torso and came to rest around his plentiful package. Placing one hand firmly against the teen's pistoning groin, Charlie held him back to regain some sense of control. While his other hand kneaded R.J.'s loaded nut sac, he went to town on the mammoth member. Beginning at the hairy base he licked every centimeter of the jerking rod until he'd traversed all twelve inches. Leaving the cock glistening wet with his saliva, Charlie took the huge head between his lips and hungrily devoured as much of the shaft as he could handle. He sucked on the powerful prick with all his might, twisting and turning his head to take it from various angles. At once the cock head was pressing against his right cheek, then his left. With another shift it was scraping against the roof of his mouth, then riding the flat of his tongue. Charlie took it as far back as he dared, easily handling at least half of the formidable length and loving every bit of it.

R.J. was loving it, too. With Charlie feasting on his teen hog he'd raised his shirt up under his arm pits and was pinching his erect nipples. He squeezed the pectoral flesh and tweaked the blunt nips repeatedly, adding to the intensity of his inflamed libido. As the smaller teen worked him over he emitted a string of sexy moans and groans. His lips smacked together repeatedly and his eyes rolled backwards each time Charlie worked that bundle of nerves just under the base of his cock head. Charlie's tongue slid hotly across the sensitive head, tasting the drooling pre-cum before licking up and down the length of the shaft. R.J. was quivering all over with the erotic sensations caused by Charlie's experienced mouth piece.

Growing weak in the legs R.J. somehow managed to yank his piece away from the hungry cock sucker and ordered him, "On your back." A little disappointed that his lollipop had been taken away, Charlie obediently complied. R.J. moved around to the back of the bench and, bending over, grasped Charlie under the armpits to pull him closer so that his head was dangling over the edge. Taking hold of both steel columns which supported the weight bar's rest, R.J. squatted until his dick was directly in line with Charlie's gaping mouth. Shifting his hips to find the target, the stronger teen sunk his schlong into Charlie's face hole. While straddling the other boy's head R.J. began heatedly fucking Charlie's hot and inviting mouth pussy.

Charlie's mouth opened as widely as possible to eagerly welcome each precious inch of R.J.'s huge teen prick. As the handsome jock's dangling silken ball pouch repeatedly traveled along the bridge of his nose Charlie inhaled deeply and savored R.J.'s secret scent. His eyes were cast upward, enjoying the view of the Giagianno teen's magnificent butt, the cheeks flexing and dimpling with each thrust of his loins. At times, on the outstroke, he could even catch a glimpse of the other boy's sweet ass hole hidden in the crevice created by those succulent globes. Unable to control the burning in his own loins, Charlie fumbled with his fly and reached into his jeans to give his throbbing member some relief.

"'S alright, Charlie," R.J. reassured him. "You can jerk your cock if you want. Just don't get off too quick, alright?" Charlie tried shaking his head and mumbling something around the tasty cock, the effects of which reverberated through R.J.'s already sensitive piece. The stronger boy moaned and reflexively licked his lips, hesitating his pumping motions for just a moment to savor the awesome feeling inside Charlie's nice warm mouth. Charlie took advantage of the opportunity to slurp on R.J.'s slippery rod and give it some nasty tongue action.

"Ummmmmmm, yeah," R.J. moaned again while grinding his dick around inside the loving cavern. His huge pecker head was prodding against the back of Charlie's throat and practically begging for entrance. Having no desire to deny R.J. anything Charlie exhaled loudly, effectively causing his wind tunnel to gape open for a few seconds. It was all the time it took for R.J. to thrust forward and drive his prick through the mucus-lined channel of hot teen love. Charlie gulped obscenely as he swallowed inch after inch of R.J.'s awesome fuck rod until the handsome jock's groin was pressed against his chin. The slighter teen could feel the tendons in his neck bulging as his overburdened throat was completely stuffed with tasty teen cock. Tears escaped the corners of his eyes and he snorted like a stuck pig, valiantly attempting to accommodate the huge schlong. And as his nostrils flared widely, gasping for any bit of oxygen he could muster, R.J. began bucking his hips back and forward, fanatically fucking Charlie's gaping maw with the full length of his formidable tool.

Charlie quickly got into the rhythm of the face fuck, filling his lungs to capacity on each outstroke so that he didn't suffocate on the big thing and then greedily gulping it down on R.J.'s thrust. Looking down at his pride and joy sliding through the stretched wet lips of the other teen until they were pressed against his root caused R.J.'s beef stick to jerk spasmodically inside the warm, totally enjoyable cavern. It was like being in some fabulously enticing place which spoke of untold pleasures. R.J. savored the warm, wet sensations pouring over every millimeter of his proud endowment. It was all the restraint he could exercise not to slip into high gear and fuck living hell out of Charlie's throat for he feared causing damage to the other boy. Putting Charlie out of commission for any length of time would mean some lonely times for R.J. Giagianno, who in recent months had come to appreciate the cock sucking talents of the former nerd.

Charlie's hands ran up and down the backs of R.J.'s muscular legs and clenched hands full of tight, flexing buttocks. He absolutely adored everything about the teen hunk and was so damned appreciative that the popular jock chose to spend any amount of time with him. His days of servicing gnarled old men at the mall bathrooms were hardly necessary any longer, not now that he was in the good graces of R.J. He literally beamed with confidence now that R.J. no longer ignored him in the corridors of high school nor pretended indifference around his jock friends. R.J. was his hero and savior, his first and best friend and his favorite fuck master.

From his position Charlie had no way of knowing that, while working his own fat hog in Charlie's love hole, R.J. was curiously eyeing up the other boy's piece. He would never have been so blatant if he knew Charlie could see his interest, but with the other boy completely occupied R.J. was free to engage in some ogling of his own. For someone who was a whimp-ass nerd until R.J. had taken him under his wing, Charlie Fitzpatrick wasn't totally a wash out in the cock department. Certainly he couldn't begin to measure up to the likes of R.J.---very few of the other teens in the gym showers even came close---but the kid had nothing much to be ashamed of either. Without getting down there to measure it up, R.J. figured there to be about six and a half to seven inches of teen meat rising up from Charlie's loins and throbbing like a son-of-a-bitch. Clear pre-cum freely flowed from the piss eye and pooled on Charlie's concave belly which, R.J. proudly noted, was beginning to show some abdominal definition due to the strenuous crunch routine he regularly put the young man through.

Some curiosity made R.J. want to reach out and take hold of Charlie's leaking prick. Even since he saw his father with his fuck buddy R.J. had wondered what it would feel like to caress another guy's stiff joint. Would it be the same as jacking his own meat? Sometimes, in his most private fantasies, he thought about actually taking a cock into his mouth and tasting it. He'd seen his butch, macho father take Jon's meat between his lips and it certainly hadn't made him less of a man. Why should R.J. think he would suddenly be branded queer if he did the same? Licking his lips R.J. realized how easy it would be to lower his head and envelop Charlie's in the wet warmth of his own mouth. The other boy would probably cum on contact---and R.J. wasn't so certain he was quite ready for that. But then again, perhaps he was.

Shaking off the last of his inhibitions, and with his cock still pumping face hole, R.J. slowly bent at the waist. I'm actually going to do it,' he thought as the inviting penis grew closer and closer, I'm actually going to suck a dick!'

And then came an insistent rap on the door of the shed.

The tires on the right sides of his car ground on the gravel of the shoulder and nearly yanked the car into the yawning ditch as Ray momentarily lost control of the vehicle. He knew he was driving much too fast, anxious to reach his destination. And his attention wasn't entirely focused on the roadway before him. He was still trying to process all that he'd just learned from his baby brother. Joey, a cocksucker! It was almost too difficult for him to truly believe. His brother was always a tough little guy, a sports jock. He had an eye for the ladies. How many times over the years had they sat around talking pussy? How many times had they lounged at the beach during summer and played their secret game of discovering the best pair of bikini clad tits? Joey wasn't queer. He was as full-blooded macho male as Ray himself. That's the way Ray had coached him to be. Where had things gone wrong? How had it all come down to this? He could have sworn Joey was actually excited telling him about sex with his buddies.

And, as if sucking cock weren't enough, Joey admitted to taking it up his ass! In a weak moment Ray might have taken a taste of Jon's cock, but there was no way he ever considered bending over and spreading his cheeks to get fucked. There was the kind of man who got fucked, and there was the kind of man who did the fucking. He was of the later breed---and he would have thought his brother would share the same logic. There was Joey gushing about how good it felt to have a dick banging against his prostate. Didn't even sound as if Joey even knew exactly what it was. His brother probably thought it was a clit up his ass. Maybe that's exactly what Jon told him.

Jon. That fucking bastard! Ray had trusted him. He thought they shared a special male bond. They were buddies first, fuck buddies second. Sure, Jon was something of a rogue, a player. Ray had realized that from the outset. The older man was banging pussy one day, then eating cock the next. Ray was amazed at the way Jon managed to shift gears so easily. They had lots of good times together and some amazing sex. Without Jon, Ray would have been pounding his pud several times a day. There was no woman alive could keep up with Ray's sexual energy, yet Jon proved to be his equal. Never once did he fear disclosure from the man he jokingly referred to as "Dad". And now he had just learned from the lips, the cock sucking lips, of his baby brother that Jon had told all.

As if it weren't enough that Jon revealed the depth of his relationship with Ray, he had even gone so far as to fabricate details. Convincing Joey that Ray took it up the ass, begged for it, just so he could get a piece of Joey! Ray knew Jon was capable of manipulation to get what he wanted, but he never thought the man would use him and bastardize their friendship. Jon knew that Joey idolized Ray, emulated him. It wasn't too far a stretch to think that Joey would want to sample the same fruits he thought his brother indulged in. And this was the result. Previously straight Joey was now a bisexual adventurer.

Try as he might, Ray couldn't erase the images flashing about in his head. Images of Joey slobbering over a big dripping cock, gagging on the slab of meat as it crammed its way down his throat. Joey burying his face in a sweaty dangling ball sac and feasting on man orbs. Joey licking his way along a hairy ass crack and tonguing a greasy shit hole, spreading the cheeks wide with his thick work-calloused fingers to get in as deep as humanly possible. Joey throwing himself on his bed, lifting his legs and fingering his hot hole, begging to be fucked hard. Joey grunting and groaning in his deep, masculine voice as a huge cock plowed its way through his hairy pussy. Joey bellowing loudly as the fuck buddy brought him to orgasm, an orgasm he was so cruelly denied in his other life.

Ray wondered if Joey allowed his fuck buddies to shoot their loads up his ass, much the same as his tutor. Certainly he did! Jon, that sick bastard, wouldn't have it any other way. Probably told Joey that he filled up Ray with gallons of his seed. If this was true then Joey was also eating cum as well. In his mind's eye he could visualize his hunky younger brother's cheeks swelling as loads of cum blasted into his mouth, spilling from the corners of his lips, his adam's apple bobbing as he tried to swallow the funky deluge. The man feeding him continued to pump his fat cock between Joey's bruised lips, pulling out only when completely spent. The vision changed as Ray saw the man step back and come clearer into view. He was startled to realize that it was himself. He had just fantasized being sucked off by his jock brother!

Ray shook his head violently, desperate to dispel such tasteless images. As the car began to veer off the roadway again he moved his hand back to the wheel to steady it and suddenly realized he had been groping his crotch. A full hard-on strained against the front of his shorts. Disgusted, he loudly cursed himself for having such thoughts of his brother. His brother, the cock sucker.

Pulling up in front of Jon's town house, Ray turned off the key in the ignition and bounded out of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. He missed several steps in his haste to confront the Judas who had betrayed him. His big thumb hit the door bell and held there for several seconds. When there was no immediate reply he leaned on the bell once more. Knowing full well by the snappy red convertible parked out front that Jon was indeed home he began to beat on the door with his bare fist.

It was a short minute later when the door was opened and Jon stood there in his robe, a look of slight agitation on his face. Before he could utter a word Ray bellowed, "You son of a bitch!" The first shot out and caught him square on the jaw, sending him reeling backward, before he had a chance to block it . . .

Startled by the sudden knock on the door R.J. stood up straight and seemed momentarily confused. There was a moment of silence and then the knock came again, this time three measured raps on the door. R.J. hardly knew what to do. There he was, buck-assed naked with his prick buried down the gullet of another boy while he, himself, was just about to take a mouthful of cock. A moment of panic set in and then, suddenly, he remembered. Color returned to his face and a smile played at the corners of his mouth. So caught up was he in the moment that he'd almost forgotten the invitation---and the code.

R.J. eased his cock up out of Charlie's ravaged throat in one fluid motion and stepped away from the prone lad. Charlie looked like a deer caught in oncoming headlights; he wasn't sure exactly what to do. Sure, he'd heard the knocking but there was little he could do about it with his face impaled by R.J.'s fuck tube. Now, freed from the monster, his mind raced for a solution to the unexpected dilemma.

To his surprise, R.J. was crossing the room and heading toward the door. The handsome, youthfully muscled jock hadn't even bothered to cover his deliciously nude body. Looking over his shoulder to throw Charlie a conspiratorial wink, R.J. threw the dead bolt and stepped aside to allow the visitor entrance.

Charlie nearly cratered when Leon Taylor, another class mate, entered the makeshift gym with a big smile on his black face. Charlie squirmed nervously on the matt of the bench press and made an attempt to cover his burning erection while R.J. closed and re-latched the door behind his guest.

"Look like you done started without me," the tall black youth said with a smile as he slapped R.J.'s hand in greeting.

"Just getting him warmed up," R.J. offered.

"Damn, R.J.," Leon mocked surprise as he looked down at R.J.'s hard-on, "I swear you got some brutha in you somewheres. Your grandmammy must've had a thing for dark meat or somethin'."

R.J. shrugged good naturedly. "I was just feedin' it to Charlie when you came knockin', dude."

"Yeah, I bet you was," Leon replied, turning his attention back to Charlie. "I got me somethin' here for Charlie, too." With that the black basketball star groped the crotch of his oversized jeans. Charlie's fears quickly dissipated.

Leon Taylor was a black youth from the proverbial "other side of the tracks." Having never known his father, Leon was solely raised by his mother and lived in a ramshackle cottage on the outskirts of town. The Taylors were poor; Maybelle Taylor had few skills and sometimes managed to find work doing house cleaning for local families. Sadly, an inherent lack of smarts appeared to have been passed down from mother to son. Leon wasn't even moderately intelligent and showed little interest in his education. But what the young man lacked in a grade point average he more than made up for on the basketball court.

R.J. had befriended Leon years ago; they were equals with a b-ball in hand. Despite his athletic prowess, Leon was constantly being threatened with dismissal from the team unless his grades improved. R.J. did his best to tutor Leon on the basics of algebra, world history, among other subjects, and often supplied him with test answers so the other youth could maintain a passable average and remain part of the team. Without sports, he feared Leon would completely drop out of school and irreparably damage his future.

Leon wasn't especially good looking---nor was he beastly. He was just an average-looking African-American youth, tall and lean and budding with teenage muscularity. His scalp was shaved bald, just like the basketball stars he adored watching on the tube and one day hoped to become. His features were the typical: large brown eyes, wide nose with hugely flared nostrils and those impossibly-full Negroid lips. He dressed like the gangsta rappers he watched on MTV with their oversized jeans falling low off hips exposing boxer underwear and exta-large T-shirts billowing around their torsos, capped off by fashionable kicks---which were his sixteenth birthday gift. He couldn't afford a respectable enough bling to drape around his neck and complete the look.

Charlie took in all of Leon and suddenly realized he'd begun to stroke his cock. Leon grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth which stood out in contrast to his dark skin. "Look like Charlie here is real happy to see me," he said off-handedly to R.J.

"How's it goin', bro?" Charlie smiled good-naturedly at the new arrival.

"Whoah!" Leon fell back a step, pretending mock surprise. "Listen at Charlie there. He don't look and he don't sound nuthin' like the Charlie from last year. I thinks I like this new Charlie."

"Charlie's been workin' out real hard, Leon ," R.J. explained.

"Yeah, I know. You done tole me. He ain't hardly the skinny little thing he usta be." Charlie liked the feel of Leon 's eyes running over his body. "I can see him fillin' out and becomin' more like one of the boys." Then, to Charlie, "We all knows you is queer, Charlie, and with you spendin' all this time with R.J. I dun figured you had to be makin' some kind of play for this hot jock stud." He cast a look at R.J. and gave him a knowing wink. R.J. responded with a playful punch to the black youth's muscular bicep.

"Tha's when R.J. tole me all about how you been takin' care of his joint, payin' him back for your training," Leon went on. "I figured if it's good for my bro R.J., it's good for me." He was again groping the front of his pants and Charlie could swear he saw the outline of a hard-on dancing under the loose material of his jeans. His cock did an excited jump and leaked another stream of precious pre-cum.

"You ain're sore I told Leon , are you, Charlie?" R.J. teased.

"Heck, no!" Charlie declared. "I like Leon . Always did. Think about him a lot when I jerk off." Then, quickly, "That is, when I'm not thinking about you, R.J."

Leon grinned again. "So's you want you a big black dick, is that right Charlie boy?"

"Hellllllllll yeah!" Charlie cried expectantly. Leon took a few steps forward so that he was standing directly over the prone boy. In one deft movement he unzipped his coat and let it fall to the floor behind him. R.J. came around to stand to the side of Charlie and watched as Leon reached down to grasp Charlie under the knees and raise his legs, splaying them widely open.

"Ewwwww yeah," Leon whistled. "Look at dat little pink ass hole. Looks awful pretty, Charlie. Think I'm gonna stuff my big fat, black cock up dere and fuck me some of that pretty white ass hole. Dat awright wit you, Charlie?"

"Oh yeah," Charlie moaned. "Please fuck my ass!"

Leon chuckled and released his hold on Charlie, who replaced Leon 's hands with his own in order to hold himself open for the other youth. He watched as Leon placed index and middle finger between his huge, fat lips and got them all sloppy with spit, his eyes trained the entire time on Charlie's widened orbs. Withdrawing the chocolate fingers now glistening with saliva he brought them down to Charlie's winking anus and slowly screwed one between the clutching ass lips until it was buried to his second knuckle. Charlie's ass wriggled on its own accord and clutched at the fat digit as it screwed in and out of his fuck channel. Impressed that Charlie had so easily gotten used to the anal invasion, Leon slid that finger out and replaced it with his index finger. Sliding it all the way in, he smiled with satisfaction as Charlie's back raised slightly off the matt and the other boy moaned with appreciation.

Leon stroked in and out slowly and steadily, secretly enjoying the way Charlie's puffy pink asshole quivered around his finger. Again he replaced one finger with the other and soon began a paced routine of alternating index with middle finger, fucking Charlie's hole with a heightened pace. He pushed in as deeply as possible and felt, for the first time, the mushy insides of another youth's rectum. It felt awfully good and he could hardly wait to slide his dick inside.

"You like my finger fuckin', Charlie?" he asked, but the answer was fairly obvious. The smaller boy just licked his lips and nodded his affirmation, his face twisted in several degrees of obvious pleasure.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Leon pulled entirely out of young Charlie and stuffed his fingers back inside his mouth. His intention had been to acquire more lubrication; he hadn't given a thought to the fact that those very same fingers had just been inside another guy. R.J.'s jaw dropped as he watched the scene and he grasped his foot-long and gave it a few hearty strokes. Leon was sucking on those fingers like he'd just eaten a basket of fried chicken. He could taste Charlie on them. It wasn't the same as when he played with the cunts of Sheri, or Darla, or any of the other girls he fucked, but it wasn't all that bad, either.

When he had them nice and wet Leon returned them to Charlie's pouting boy-pussy. But this time he held both fingers together and pushed them against the pink hole. With little resistance he managed to easily slide them inside. Hearing Charlie's gushy "oh, yeah!" he shoved in as deeply as possible and spread the fingers apart, just as we would while dribbling a basketball, and effectively stretched Charlie's fuck tunnel even wider. He proceeded to finger fuck the prone boy like that, preparing his hole for the assault which was about to begin. Charlie whimpered like a puppy each time Leon pushed into his hole, the lust obvious on his flushed face.

Certain Charlie's hole was now ripe and ready, Leon abandoned his hand play and hastily stripped off his white T-shirt. Charlie's eyes roamed over the smooth chocolate colored chest and torso, capped with wide deep-purple hued teen nipples. His jeans were so over-sized that Leon didn't even need to unfasten them; he just slid them down his sinewy thighs and kicked them to the side. The boxer shorts followed.

Charlie's eyes flared when he got his first look at Leon 's already erect piece. It wasn't as big as R.J.'s incredible sausage, but Leon wasn't a slouch in the dick department, either. Nine solid inches of fat cock arced up from a thick, wiry patch of ebony pubic hair, its entire surface coated with a criss-crossing mass of heavy, angry looking veins. The thing was purple-black at the base, gradually lightening up the shaft until the fat, bulbous head with those thick pouting piss lips resembled a darker shade of pink. Big bull's balls drooped down beneath the powerful looking weapon, promising a white wash of scalding teen cum.

Leon grinned with pride at Charlie's blatant appraisal. "Think he likes my dick," he directed his comment to R.J., who stood off to the side massaging his own spectacular cock. Then to Charlie, "Don't you worry none, Charlie. If'n you can take dat fucker R.J.'s got, you can easy take mine."

Stepping up closer, he took dick in hand and rubbed the fleshy head along Charlie's gaping ass trench, causing the prone teen to gasp with anticipation. "Head's up!" R.J. shouted, tossing a small bottle of lube through the air to his b-ball buddy. Leon lifted one black paw and deftly snatched the plastic bottle as it sailed toward him. Popping the cap, he squeezed a healthy stream down Charlie's hairless crack and over his quivering tool. Then, tossing the bottle back to R.J., he stroked the lube all over his black nine inches and ran the length of his erection against Charlie's slick ditch. R.J., meanwhile, applied a nice dollop of lube into his own palm before setting the bottle aside, making his self-manipulation even more pleasurable.

Finished with foreplay and ready for the main event, Leon pressed the pink head of his appendage against Charlie's pouting ass hole and hastily shoved it inside. Charlie's naked body undulated beneath him as the beautiful black cock breached his anus. Leon shoved again and nearly half of his hefty length disappeared between the pink lips of Charlie's bung hole. Placing hands on hips with his groin thrust outward, Leon threw back his head and relished the sensations created by the warmth of Charlie's clutching rectum.

"Fuckin' awesome ass!" he whispered hoarsely. "You been trainin' it good, R.J." R.J. merely nodded with a dumb smile. He was mesmerized by the sight of Leon 's chocolate prick as it sunk deeper into Charlie's pink hole, creating a fantastic contrast. Once again his head was filled with nasty thoughts of sucking on cock---this time Leon 's. He wondered if they'd taste any different: Charlie's cracker jack and Leon 's nigga knob. Not that he'd ever find out. He could probably get away experimenting with Charlie, but Leon was an entirely different story. The strapping black youth would probably figure he'd turned completely queer. But eyeing up Leon 's ebony piece as it all but disappeared into Charlie Fitzpatrick's nether regions provided R.J. with delicious food for fantasy.

Once Leon 's bristling black brillo patch was pressed tightly against his parted butt cheeks Charlie went absolutely ape shit. He began squirming about on the bench, thrusting his little ass into Leon , tearing at his own nipples and slapping his burning erection up against the black teen's groin. Leon answered the white boy's call by drawing nearly all his ebony crank from Charlie's well-lubed shitter, hesitating for a few mind-teasing moments, and then ferociously slamming it back in. Charlie's heated yowl quickly brought R.J. into action. The handsome jock rushed over behind Charlie and clasped his strong hand over the teen's mouth to stifle his moans and groans, lest he alert anyone who might be outside the shed.

Leon showed Charlie little mercy, savagely pumping his hefty dong in and out of the white boy's ass. His big black balls slapped against Charlie's upturned buttocks with each intense thrust. Despite the fucking it had been getting all these months from R.J.'s monstrosity, Leon was pleasantly surprised to find Charlie's shit chute still quite tight. Anything which had taken a pounding by R.J.'s fat foot-long should have been loose as the twat of a fifty-year-old hooker, but that certainly wasn't the case with Charlie. His fuck hole was alive, squeezing the rapidly pumping shaft and spasming all around it, providing Leon with one of the best fucks of his young life.

Charlie was deriving an intense pleasure from the solid piece of meat shoving its way into him. Over and over Leon touched his prostate, sending waves of hair-raising chills throughout Charlie's perspiring body. It thrilled him to no end to look across his body and ogle the smooth, youthfully muscular brown-skinned body of the other teen. His mother would have had a cow if she could have seen her only child being skewered by a black boy. Mrs. Fitzpatrick harbored old-time prejudices, a trait she'd unsuccessfully attempted to pound into Charlie's impressionable brain. Right now Charlie could think of nothing more beautiful than the African-American male. His eyes lingered on the nearly-black cock root as it ground around in his lily white hole and he felt more aroused than ever before.

R.J. was having an equally enjoyable time watched the sex scene being played out right in front of him. He'd taken a chance clueing Leon in to his frequent romps with Charlie Fitzpatrick. Leon could have easily branded him a queer and maligned his good name all over the school, horribly tarnishing his jock stud image. But, like him, Leon was up for a piece of ass wherever he could get it. Knowing R.J. was hitting it made it that much easier for Leon to rumble with the known queer-boy. From the look of things, Leon was really enjoying his first time with Charlie.

Horny as could be, R.J. unclasped his spittle-slicked hand from Charlie's mouth and wiped it along the other teen's cheek. Taking hold of his bulging erection, R.J. rubbed it all over Charlie's face. Charlie followed the leaking head with mouth agape and valiantly tried to entrap it. But R.J., knowing how badly Charlie wanted another taste of his prick, played the tease with him.

Leon caught on to the little game and chuckled. "Boy, he sure do want that cock of yours. Whyn't you fuck his mouth with it while I fuck his ass? Sure would get off on watchin' that action."

"He can take it all, too," R.J. boasted. "Even Sheri can't do that."

"No shit! This I got to see!" The whites of Leon 's eyes were wide. "If'n you don't get that thing down Charlie's throat I might just have to get me a mouthful of that fine lookin' cock."

Both R.J. and Charlie were momentarily stunned by Leon 's outburst. R.J. hardly knew what to say. He merely stood with a dumbstruck look plastered on his face.

Leon saw the surprise registered by his buddy and quickly explained. "Don't get no wrong ideas. I never sucked no cock before. But that thing of yours is such a beauty it makes me almost want to try. Almost."

R.J. grinned. "Anytime you want, you just let me know."

"Looks like I might have to fight Charlie for it," Leon added, nodding to the teen who had finally managed to snag R.J.'s dick head between his lips.

Charlie's teen mouth was opened wide and gobbling up inch after inch of R.J.'s proud prong. The fat dick head glided over his tongue and knobbed at the roof of his mouth, filling his face hole completely. But Charlie didn't stop there. Soon as the big thing nudged against the back of his mouth Charlie relaxed his natural reflexes and allowed the thick prick to enter the hot, mucous-slick cavern of his throat. R.J. groaned and his eyes rolled upward as he experienced the sheer ecstasy of lust contained in Charlie Fitzpatrick's teen throat. He leaned forward, driving more of his dick past Charlie's parted lips until he was completely embedded in the other teen's face. He could feel the ridges of Charlie's pearly white teeth nibbling at the base of his huge organ while it pulsed with renewed vigor deep within the smaller boy.

"Hot fuck!" Leon exclaimed as he sunk his own dick ball's deep into Charlie's rectum and let it momentarily rest there just as his buddy R.J. was now doing from the opposite end. "Little Chalie took de whole thing!"

"Looks like he's doin' the same with yours," R.J. replied with a knowing wink and smile.

"Oh, yeah," Leon replied sexily, drawing his big black cock out of the greedy hole and sliding it back in once again. "Dis is one hot pussy. Glad you decided to share it with me, R.J."

"It's what friends are for," R.J. declared with a mischievous smile etched across his handsome face. "Now let's shut up and fuck."

"I heard that," Leon replied, slamming his hips back against Charlie and impaling him with cock. Charlie's ass eagerly accepted the hard thrust---welcomed it, in fact. His entire body was writhing with the excitement of servicing the two biggest dicks of the two leading jocks in high school. His whore ass was begging to be fucked hard---and Leon willingly answered his obvious call. Leon 's black plunger tore through Charlie's ass hole, pumping with a wild frenzy. Somehow Charlie managed to raise his legs even higher, tucking his feet under his arms and really offering up his male pussy to the frenzied fucker. Leon 's chocolate log ravaged his prostate with each savage thrust, causing Charlie's twitching prick to leak a continuous stream of pre-cum all over his torso.

R.J. heard Charlie gagging around his beauteous boy-bone but wasn't the least concerned. From past experience he knew that Charlie liked it that way. Charlie just loved to choke on cock. And it made R.J. feel so frigging good to feel Charlie's throat muscles tensing around his powerhouse shaft. Inspired by Leon he proceeded to fuck Charlie's mouth even harder, no longer wary of hurting the other boy. He didn't know what in hell he'd been concerned about in the first place---Charlie was a cock slut who could take whatever was handed to him.

Leon was having the time of his young life. He'd never fucked another guy before. Sure he'd taken a few blow jobs here and there, but never anything like this. Leon had fucked a lot of female pussy almost from the time he knew what his dick was for, but this was like nothing he'd thus far experienced. Fucking male ass was a whole heck of a lot tighter and---dare he admit it---better. His cock was completely consumed by Charlie's rectum, the mucous membranes lining the walls of that ass giving him awesome sensations. And Charlie wasn't just laying there taking the fuck like so many of his cheerleader playmates did. Heck no! Charlie was working that ass, practically squeezing the life out of the battering dick and giving off a fantastic fuck!

And Charlie was giving equal time to the seemingly endless column of throbbing meat plunging down his throat. His throat muscles were working to send thrills of pleasure to the scrumptious slab of boy beef. Satisfied groans reverberated around the juicy giant, pulling young R.J. even closer to his climax. Charlie loved having his mouth and ass crammed full of hot cock, hardly caring that his jaws ached from being stretched so wide or that his ass lips were sore and swollen. At that particular moment he was happier than he'd ever been.

Charlie would have liked to have prolonged the encounter for the rest of the afternoon, but the two monstrous cocks plowing his orifices took him beyond the point of self control. Glorious orgasm easily overtook his young body. Charlie bucked and writhed, shooting scads of teen cum from his hard-on solely by the force of Leon 's fucking. Observing Charlie's no-hands climax, Leon plowed into him even harder and literally fucked the cum out of Charlie's swollen sac. At the same time Charlie's fucked-out ass spasmed violently around Leon 's working member and clamped down impossible tight on the big thing. With a primal shout Leon threw back his head and, thrusting his hips forward one final time, unloaded his spunk deep inside Charlie's battered bowels.

"Aw, fuck!" R.J. uttered in a deeply masculine voice, his long-lashed eyelids fluttering dreamily as he felt that familiar awesome feeling overtaking him. He managed to pull his fat hog out of Charlie's throat just in the nick of time. With a hearty groan R.J. blew his hot load inside Charlie's mouth. Charlie gulped down mouthfuls of the seemingly endless boy seed, his tongue working over R.J.'s highly sensitized glans to coax even more to please his palate.

The two working teens stood there for a few moments, trying to catch their breath and allow their rabid fuck fever to dissipate. Panting from their exertions, and with their pricks still captured by Charlie's ass and mouth, both jock's eyes met. In that gaze they shared the knowledge that they'd just broken some barriers and engaged in some incredible buddy sex. Leon reached out a big black hand and placed it behind R.J.'s neck, pulling the other jock against him. Together they shared a brotherly embrace while, beneath them, Charlie's fuck parts lovingly caressed their spent organs.

. . . "All right," Jon said, his hands out in front of him defensively, fingers splayed wide. "You gave me Joey's version of the story, which is missing a few facts. Now you're gonna hear mine."

"Why in fuck should I believe anything you have to say?" Ray stepped past him in the small foyer, obviously irritated.

Jon ignored that last remark and went on, "You gotta believe me when I say that I never went around blabbing to Joey or anybody else about you and me being fuck buddies."

Ray turned on him angrily. "Yeah, well then how in fuck did he find out?"

"He saw us," Jon replied calmly. "Out in your garage when you were banging fuck out of me in the back seat of your Mustang. We haven't exactly been discreet about where we fuck, in case you've forgotten. Joey happened to come out there and saw us going at it."

Ray looked stunned. "That was, what, years ago."

"Long before Joey got married," Jon added.

Ray ran a hand through his short, dark hair. "I figured this was somethin' recent. All these years I would have known, sensed something from Joey. He never let on that he knew nuthin'."

Jon nodded his head. "He knew."

"Shit!" Ray exclaimed, trying hard to process this information. "He must have been freaked when he saw us. Probably took off like a scared kid."

"No," Jon shook his head, "Joey didn't take off. From what he tells me, he hid himself so's neither of us could see him there. And he watched. Not only did he watch, he got aroused, hauled out his piece and jerked himself off right there in your garage."

Ray looked at him with furrowed brows. "Joey got off on it, watchin' me fuck you?"

"Not long after you took the family to Disney for vacation and had me keep an eye on the house," Jon went on. "I was alone there, not expectin' anyone else to show up, and feelin' kind of horny. So I took the liberty of using your bedroom to spread myself out and beat my meat. I dunno, I guess knowing that's where you laid yourself down got me even more horned up. So there I was flogging my meat when I hear somebody clearing their throat. And when I look up there's Joey leanin' in the doorway."

"Joey's always had a key to the house," Ray said slowly.

"That's when he told me he knew all about you and me, that he'd seen us in the garage a couple weeks earlier. I couldn't deny it. So I told him all about fuck buddies, about guys helpin' each other out from time to time. Joey figured if it was good enough for you, it was good enough for him. You know how he is about you. Before I knew it he was stripped buck-ass naked and straddlin' my chest, his big dick hard as a fuckin' rock and hovering over my face."

Ray was staring at Jon intently, not uttering a solitary word.

"You know me, Ray," Jon went on with a nervous smile, "a big, strapping hunk like your brother throwing his junk right in my face, I'm not gonna refuse."

"You could've!" Ray insisted angrily.

Jon shook his head. "No, Ray, I couldn't. And, besides, Joey wasn't leavin' there without getting what he'd come for. He'd been wanting it ever since he saw us together."

Ray turned away from him, quieter now. "I can't believe that."

"The kid hadn't gotten off in so damned long, at least not with another person. Tracy wasn't putting out even when they were dating. You knew that. And Joey wasn't the kind of guy to go around banging some other pussy when he had the kind of feelings he had for Tracy . Your brother was so horned up I'm surprised he didn't blow the first few seconds he pumped his dick in my mouth."

Ray faced him and said sarcastically, "So there you were. Just helpin' poor little Joey out. You---you weren't getting' nuthin' out of it, is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"No, I'd be lying if I didn't admit I wanted him. Never thought about it before, bein' he's your brother and all. But when he was standing in that doorway, groping his basket and all them muscles in his arms were flexing... Well, shit, I was already horned up before he'd even gotten there. Joey's a damn fine looking young man and, I dunno, I guess that resemblance between the two of you made me want to do him even more."

Ray looked at Jon for a long time before he spoke again. "So you suck my brother off. I could almost accept that. Nobody knows better'n me how bad you sometimes need to get off. But you didn't end it there, did you, Jon? No, you had to go that one step further and fuck my brother up the ass---after convincin' him you fuckin' do it to me!" Ray's rage was boiling all over again.

Jon looked away sheepishly, hoping the effect would dissuade Ray from bashing him in the face yet again. He didn't want to fight him, didn't want their friendship to end like this. "Guilty. That's all I can say. Guilty. Once I started eating his big beefy ass, I couldn't control myself."

"You raped him." It was more a statement than a question.

"Hell, no!" Jon protested. "Never forced myself on nobody and never will. I just kinda told him a little bit of a white lie, that you let me fuck you every once in a while. Once he heard that Joey was gung ho to try it."

"Just like that?" Ray asked incredulously. "Just like that my jock brother spreads his legs and lets you fuck him?"

"Just like that," Jon repeated. "Wasn't a second that he protested, wanted to stop. You would've been proud of him; Joey took it like a man."

"Proud? Proud, you say," Ray looked like he was going to hit him again. "I should be proud that my brother took your cock up his ass hole without so much as a fight?"

"He was feelin' somethin' he'd never felt before. You never been fucked, so's you don't know what it's like to have your prostate massaged like that. It feels damn fine. Believe me, I know. You've nailed mine enough times."

"Joey! Fucked!" Ray rubbed his hands over his face and stared up at the ceiling. "I can't fuckin' believe this. My brother. My baby brother! Fucked by my best friend. Or, who I thought was my best friend. And right under my nose."

Joey sure got fucked that day, Jon thought. And he'd taken to it like a fly to honey, getting fucked by every Tom, Dick and Harry he could get his sphincter around. But better not to let on to Ray how much of a cock whore his brother'd become. At least, not this early in the confession.

"I am your friend," Jon assured him. "I don't want to lose that. I never did nuthin' to hurt you or Joey. If anything, I helped him out. The poor kid was so sexually frustrated by Tracy there's no tellin' what he might have done. Maybe forced himself on her...or somebody else. Who knows? I presented him with an alternative, my kind of alternative. And it's given him relief, allowed him to get through these past several years without any kind of sexual response from his wife."

"I could wring that bitch's neck," Ray muttered, mostly to himself. Then, turning on Jon, "And yours!"

"Did Joey come off like he was upset by it? Did he seem ashamed of what he's done?" Jon asked him.

Ray thought a moment. "No, he didn't. In fact, he seemed kind of excited tellin' me all about it. Braggin' about his fuck buddies. Speakin' of which, who the fuck are these fuck buddies?"

Jon shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. Joey doesn't blab about his buddies," Jon lied. In fact, Jon almost always coaxed information from Joey. It got him ever more aroused before he slipped his big dick into the young man's firecracker hole. There was Petie Stavros and his grandfather, Joey's high school buddy Jackson, his boss Stosh and co-worker Kyle. And that was just for starters. Jon was certain there were fuck buddies even he didn't know about.

"So how does Javier fit into all this? How'd he find out what Joey's been up to?"

Jon blanched. He couldn't tell Ray the complete truth. It was he who had purposely led Javier to the glory hole in the back room of Bud's Hut, knowing full well that Joey was on the other side just waiting to service the next cock slipped through the hole in the wall. How Javier had figured out it was Joey, he didn't know. Unless, perhaps, he'd followed Joey there one night and put two and two together. That is, assuming the thug could solve such a simple equation.

Instead, he shrugged his shoulders. "What'd Joey say?"

"He didn't. Said it didn't matter."

So Joey hadn't revealed his escapades at Bud's Hut after all. Jon smiled to himself. The young stud was keeping that one all to himself, not wanting to mess up his good thing.

"He's right," Jon responded. "All that matters is that Javier knows. There's gotta be some way of keeping his mouth shut."

"Yeah, there's a way all right," Ray said wryly. "He wants Joey's ass, that's what he wants."

Jon was about to respond when his eyes caught a glimpse of the shadow lurking on the wall of the enclosed stairwell. An idea instantly formulated in his devious mind.

"If you think I got Joey into this mess, then it's up to me to get him out," Jon said valiantly, puffing up his muscular chest. "I'll take care of Javier."

"How in fuck do you think you're going to take care of Javier?" Ray asked, sarcasm edging in his voice.

"Don't worry. I swear to you, on our friendship, I'll fix it."

Ray looked at him doubtfully. "If you're gonna fix it you better move fast. Javier wants Joey at his place night after tomorrow."

Jon's mind was working overtime. He nodded his head. "I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna do this for Joey. And you. Go on home. Tell Joey to relax. It's all gonna be okay."

Ray came up to him with a thick finger pointed in his face. "I swear to you, if that fuckin' Puerto Rican hood fucks up Joey's life it'll be on your head."

Jon placed a hand on Ray's shoulder and squeezed. "Trust me on this. I know just what to do."

Ray looked at him for a moment longer before turning on his heel and making his way out of the town house, purposely leaving the door open behind him. Jon crossed to the doorway and stood there a moment watching his beloved fuck buddy before closing the door. Throwing his back against the door, his eyes cast upward and he let out a huge sigh. Then, detecting the creak of a floor board, he turned his attention to the stair well and the masculine, naked hunk now standing there. With muscular arms crossed over his hairy chest, the beef cake showed a sly smile under his thick mustache.

"Good story," he said in his deep baritone voice. "You sure are one busy cock slut. Now how `bout you tell me what you wouldn't tell him. How'd this Javier character really find out about little Joey?"

"What makes you think I know?" Jon asked, a sly smile showing on his face.

"Cop's intuition," Officer Ray Parker replied. "Now get your ass back up here in bed and tell me all about it. After I get this hard on down, that is."

"Think you can help us out?" Jon asked.

"I like your buddy Ray. He's got stones. Should've messed you up a little bit more though, I think. I would have if it was my brother you tricked into a fuck." He paused, thinking a moment. "If I do straighten out this mess I'm doin' it for Ray and his brother, not you. You're the one that perpetrated the crime."

"I plead guilty, Officer," Jon replied, moving forward to take Parker's big dick into his hands and squeeze.

One corner of Parker's mouth turned up in a grin. "Get back to what you were up to before your buddy's interruption," he ordered. "Then I want to hear all about this Javier Santiago character."

Javier Santiago was feeling good. Some of it had to do with the joint he'd been toking as he steered his girl's car down the highway. Flicking the roach into the ash tray he strummed out a beat on the steering wheel, keeping time with the hip hop song blaring from the CD player. A wicked smile spread across his rugged Puerto Rican face as he thought about the festivities he had planned for the evening.

Joey Giagianno would be successfully knocked down from his oh-so-righteous pedestal before this night was over. It probably wouldn't go down exactly as Javier had earlier outlined to Joey, but the result would be the same. The younger Giagianno would soon learn that he should never have made an enemy of Javier. None of them knew what he was truly capable of.

He was definitely not one to be messed about with. Javier had grown up the hard way and learned all about survival from a very young age. He'd been a hard-nosed street kid, running with gangs and creating havoc in the streets of the city. He had smoked his first joint before reaching puberty and conducted his first knife point robbery at about the same time. It was the first of many.

Javier could kick ass. He supposed he learned from his father, who used to beat fuck out of him on a regular basis. There was that time he was laying low in Pennsylvania after a drug buy went south and he hooked up with some local pussy, knowing full well she already had herself a steady man. When the dude found out he was furious and came after Javier with fists flying. It proved to be an equal match. Several nights later, coming home late from work, the guy was accosted by an unknown assailant wielding a box cutter who did some slicing and dicing on his face. Javier hastily dumped the weapon into the river and boarded the next bus back to the city.

In his life of crime Javier had never killed anyone, unless you counted the homeless bum he and his gang doused with gasoline one night and ignited with one flick of a match. But he'd certainly fucked up a lot of dudes who made the mistake of looking at him the wrong way.

Since leaving the city and taking up residence in Jersey Javier had maintained a low profile. It was alright to fuck around when he was a juvenile, but some shit just didn't fly when one reached adulthood. He made his routine drug runs to nearby Elizabeth , but that's about all Javier involved himself in these days. Life in a sleepy Jersey burg was good cover for a thug like Javier Santiago.

Joey Giagianno should count himself lucky that Javier hadn't chosen to dealt with him like he had countless others. There were times he considered it. Joey was a muscular dude and probably wouldn't go down easy, but the slash of a blade would easily level the playing field. But Javier figured he'd probably be suspect and it just wasn't worth fucking up the good thing he currently had going. It was a lucky break when he discovered Joey's dirty little secret and used it to full advantage.

Tonight Joey would suffer the ultimate humiliation at the hands of Javier and his dawgs. His room mate, Raphael, was supplying the beers and Javier had just picked up several ounces of weed---some to smoke, most to sell. There was always the chance that Joey wouldn't show, although Javier didn't really think he'd be that ignorant. After their confrontation the other day he was certain Joey realized how serious Javier really was about all this. Taking off with that cutie, Samantha, was a nice touch. It left Joey wondering just what Javier would say to her. He never intended to tell the bitch a damned thing; he just wanted to let Joey contemplate that possibility.

Smug Javier was rather pleased with himself and feeling pleasantly stoned on the fine weed he'd purchased as he journeyed through the outskirts of the burg where Sharyn's older brother resided. Just a short trip through this seldom traversed wooded area and soon he'd be home. The town sure didn't do much to maintain this section of roadway; Javier was making a game of dodging pot holes---often times losing at it. For some reason, in his drug-enduced state, he found it funny. Throwing back his head he laughed at the folly of it all. And that's precisely when the blue and red lights began to flash behind him, accompanied by the siren's wail.

Fuckin' cop, Javier quickly realized as he pulled as far right as he could on the narrow roadway without dropping into the treacherous-looking depths of the ice-encrusted ditch. In a matter of moments the officer was there at his side. Javier cranked down the window, failing to realize that the sweet aroma of marijuana was tell tale to the law man.

"What seems to be da problem, officer?" Javier asked, his head casually pressed against the seat rest and his body sunk low in the seat.

The officer instantly recognized the stoned expression on the smart mouthed Puerto Rican's face. "License, registration and insurance," he demanded in his deeply masculine voice.

"Wasn't speedin', was I?" Javier asked with a dumb smile plastered on his face, completely ignoring the officer's request.

The officer placed both hands on the window sill and leaned in for a closer look. His eyes searched and found what they were looking for. Grasping the handle he yanked the door open and commanded, "Step out of the vehicle."

"Now wait a minute, officer," Javier protested.

"STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE!" the officer demanded more forcefully this time, his hand resting on the revolver against his left hip.

Throwing up his hands, Javier rolled his eyes and lazily dislodged himself from the driver's seat. Before he knew what was happening he was spun around and thrown up against the vehicle.

"What da fuck!" he wailed.

"PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE ROOF!" the law man shouted and, when Javier hesitated to comply, repeated his order. As Javier assumed the familiar position the officer patted down his body top to bottom. "PLACE YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK" was the next instruction. Cuffs were hurriedly placed on him.

"Wuz dat for?" Javier objected. "I ain't done nuthin'."

"Shut your mouth, dirt bag," was the officer's only reply. Javier watched as the bigger man sunk his body into the front seat of the car and tooled around with something in there. When he emerged he was holding the ash tray he'd extricated from its place in the dash board. "Look at what we got here," he said, indicating the half dozen or so joint roaches in the tray. "You smokin' this shit, dirt bag?"

"No, I'm fuckin' eatin' it," Javier shot back with as much sarcasm as he could muster.

"Am I gonna find anything else in this shit hole of a car?" the officer asked him.

"Ain't nuthin' else," Javier replied, the sarcastic smile still illuminating his face. Cops were all the same, a bunch of self-serving egotistical ass holes.

"Move over here, dirt bag," the officer ordered and literally shoved Javier to the back of the car. Javier saw that the man had removed the keys from the ignition and now held them in his hand. As Javier watched, the officer slipped a key into the trunk lock and turned it with one quick movement of his wrist. As the trunk popped open Javier's high began to dissipate and he suddenly experienced a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The ratty blanket he always kept back there looked as it if were covering something---something Javier didn't remember seeing before.

So focused was he on the contents of the trunk that Javier failed to see the mustached officer watching his expression with a thin smile playing at the edge of his lips.

"What have we here, dirt bag?" he asked as he leaned forward to grasp an edge of the blanket and yank it aside. Javier's eyes widened when he saw the huge bails of white powdery substance resting there---and then he freaked out.

"Tha's not mine!" he protested. "Tha's not mine!"

"Not the first time I heard that one, dirt bag. Let's go!" Quickly reading Javier his rights he roughly grabbed the stunned thug by the arm and ushered him over to the police cab and deposited him in the back seat. While Javier continued to protest his innocence, Officer Rick Parker placed a call to headquarters to report his collar and requested back up from the state police. It appeared they had a major drug dealer in custody.

"I didn't put that shit there!" Javier was shouting. "It ain't my shit!" No longer the wise-cracking, smart-mouthed thug, he actually appeared to be frightened by the turn of events. Parker glanced at the agitated Hispanic through his rear view mirror and smiled with satisfaction. Somehow he knew those bails of cocaine he'd confiscated from a fatal car wreck would come in handy one day. In actuality, he had resigned himself to weighing them down and tossing them off the bridge late one night, having decided the risk to himself wasn't worth any gain. If it hadn't been for the conversation he'd overheard just the other night, the stash would now be sitting at the bottom of the bay, useless to anyone. But once he'd learned of Javier's blackmail attempt and received fuck buddy Jon's plea for assistance, Rick Parker knew exactly what he had to do. All it took was a midnight visit to the low-rent apartment complex where the animal resided. The resident manager obviously cared nothing for safety; most of the lights illuminating the back parking lot were out, which made things much easier for Off. Parker. And the stupid 'Rican hadn't even bothered to lock his heap of a car! Planting the evidence was a cinch. In general, Parker despised scum like Javier Santiago. Putting him away, regardless of the method, was well worth it.

While Javier continued to trounce around in the back of the car and insist on his innocence, Parker took pleasure in adding to his discomfort. "Looks like an awful lot of blow back there, dirt bag. Hope you got yourself a real good lawyer, `cause you're goin' away for a long time."

Javier was silent for a moment, allowing the officer's words to sink in, and then became even more aggressively agitated. He kicked at the seat in front of him and flailed his body about in the car. Chuckling to himself, Parker stepped out of the vehicle to continue his "investigation" and awaited the state police arrival.

As he stepped over for another look at his handiwork in the trunk of the Santiago heap he muttered low---so low, in fact, that Javier would never have heard him, "Ya don't fuck with the Giagianno men."

At present they knew each other only casually. But, after his generous grand stand play today, Rick Parker was confident he and the Giagianno hunks would soon become much more intimate. Fucking that bi guy Jon might just prove to be the best thing he'd ever done in his sex life. Smiling lecherously, Parker groped his abundant basket as he awaited the arrival of the staties and focused on the pleasures he'd derive from the muscle ass of a hunkasaurous like Joey Giagianno . . . .

Chapter 21 in the series will be posted exclusively at the Straight Buddy Ray Yahoo Group very soon. To keep up to date with the author, join him on Facebook by searching Jon Royale.