Straight Buddy Ray

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #24: SOUTHERN COMFORT JRoyale May 2011

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Jessup Waring tucked his hands behind his head, raised both long legs and crossed ankles to rest his big feet on the desk before him. Leaning back in the plush chair of the manager's office his green eyes took in the artwork on the richly paneled walls, mostly of automobiles, and the large poster board containing various letters of commendation. He snorted in distaste; soon they'd all be coming down---the letters, at least. There would be a new sheriff in town, soon as he could find one.

Waring hated the confinement of offices, much as he hated his own name. Jessup was a family name. Belonged to his great-great grandfather, the old sonofabitch who'd started the dynasty. The name itself gave visions of some gnarled fuck. At thirty-nine years of age, Jessup was hardly an old man. When he was a child his mother attempted to comfort him by pointing out the merits of having an old family name and the dignity inherent with it. That was all well and good, but it did little to appease the wise-asses at school who liked to cajole him about such a "sissy" name. The idea finally came to him to shorten the bitch to just plain Jess. It was a strong name, manly, and he liked it. Took an awful long time to convince the folks to adopt the nick name. Hell, to this day they just couldn't seem to get it right.

Jess was the sole off-spring of Peter and Marjorie Waring and heir apparent to the sizeable fortune they'd amassed. In actually it was Marjorie's family who had the money; Peter was just the lucky Joe who'd married into it---and sucked up to his father-in-law for a piece of the pie. The family had been in the automobile business since the late '20s when the senior Jessup started doing auto maintenance on old jalopies around the neighborhood. He repaired many a Ford Model A, Cadillac and even some Austin Seven's straight through the Great Depression. An injury suffered in battle at the beginnings of World War II limited his agility, but Jessup took pride in tutoring his young son Theodore into becoming a full-scale mechanic. Theodore, an enterprising boy, eventually took the service from back yard auto repairs to a full scale garage and used car lot. Theodore eventually passed the business on to his son Philip, Marjorie's father.

When Philip assumed control of the place circa '86 the business really began to flourish. Purchasing adjacent property, Philip expanded into full scale new auto sales with an upscale shop boasting the same reliable repair work his grandfather had offered. Soon the entire business was expanding, first with a showroom/garage in Philadelphia and another following on its heels in nearby Delaware.

Philip had the Midas Touch. By the early '90s the company grew considerably, with no less than eight auto malls in various locations along the north east. The family was rolling in dough. Sadly, however, Philip's health began to rapidly deteriorate. With no male heir to pass the family business on to, Philip placed responsibility in the hands of his son-in-law Peter. Marjorie had met Peter in the upstate New York location where he worked as a mechanic. Over the years he'd graduated from grease monkey to office executive under the tutelage of his father-in-law. The transition was an easy one with Peter easily taking over Vice-Presidency and, upon Philip's death, Presidency of the company.

From the time he was a young boy Jess enjoyed hanging out in the shop and helping out however he could. He developed a real aptitude for auto mechanics and, by his mid-teens, knew just as much as any seasoned veteran. Jess was something of a rebellious youth, always seeming to find himself in one scrape or another. He had little interest in school and was considered something of a tough. He ran with the "bad boys", often necessitating Peter and Marjorie's visit to the School Principal's office. The only real positive influences on Jess' life came from the camaraderie he shared with the fellas down at the auto repair shop.

Jess was barely seventeen when he knocked up Katie Lindstrom, a sweet young thing with a puppy dog love for the handsome, brooding tough guy. It cost Peter a pretty penny to get his son out of that mess, although Katie ultimately miscarried the fetus anyway. He repeatedly tried to impress upon Jess how their wealth made them easy targets for extortion, but Jess was always a tough sale and wound up on the wrong side of the law many more times over the years.

Marriage and fatherhood was the only thing that forced Jess into leaving behind his rebellious past. Betsy Hillinger was every bit as much a diamond-in-the-rough as himself. After a short courtship they married and, less than a year later, produced their first son. Jess proved to be a much better father than husband. He was totally devoted to his son---just as he was devoted to random pussy. He'd had his first piece of ass at twelve and still wasn't done sampling whatever happened to come along. At first, Betsy only suspected but, after a conspiratorial stake-out with one of her girlfriends, caught him red-handed. They had a huge row over it. In a dramatic show Betsy packed up their son and left but, finding she just couldn't live without the big handsome lug, returned a few weeks later. They made up, Jess swearing he'd never cheat on her again. Jess quickly learned to be more careful with his dalliances. He wasn't about to ignore the call of his cock.

Jess, now master mechanic at the upstate New York location, soon sired another son. Then a daughter. Legitimately. Impressed with the responsible changes in his son over the years (and totally unaware of his philandering ways) Peter promoted him to management. While Jess' heart remained in the grease pit, traveling around their eight locations on the east coast to oversee the operations provided him with many opportunities to sample local pussy. Standing nearly 6'3" with a handsome face, chiseled clefted jaw and a solid athletic build, Jess had little problem finding companionship on his overnight stays.

It was on a stormy winter's night in '98 when his sex life took an interesting and highly unexpected turn. His flight had been canceled due to the snowy conditions and, with accommodations few, Jess was forced to hole up in a low-rent hotel on the sleazier side of town. He'd managed to secure a six-pack from a corner liquor store and, bored to shit, finished it off in a couple of hours. Muttering to himself at the predicament he sauntered over to the window. Raising the dusty blinds he absently stared out into the wintry night. The road below was completely snow covered. One damned fool who had risked venturing out in the storm had his car stuck in nearly a foot of the white powder and was trying unsuccessfully to extricate himself from the hopeless predicament. Poor slob, Jess thought, he'd better try and get himself a room in this shit hole hotel right now before none remained.

A flashing neon light a little further up the roadway caught Jess' eye just as he was about to step away. Even through the driving snow he could make out the word "BAR". The fact that the light was illuminated must mean the establishment was open for business. Sure beat sitting here in this rat trap. Without a second thought Jess shoved stockinged feet into Timerlands, donned his coat and headed out into the stormy night.

The short trip across the street proved to be a tough one as Jess trudged along, nearly knee deep in the heavy snow. He was glad to step inside the dimly lit place and feel the comforting warmth of heat. The place looked to be like every other old neighborhood watering hole. The long, heavy wood bar stretched across one side of the narrow place, a huge, smoky mirror covering the wall behind it. All sorts of bottles containing an assortment of liquors were scattered across the shelf at the base of the mirror, which also housed an old-fashioned cash register. There were about a dozen swivel stools in front of the bar and three tables with chairs set out on the floor of the small place. A neon-lighted juke box in one corner played some 70s disco tune while a green felt-covered pool table under a low light took up space on the opposite end of the room.

Business was obviously slow from the looks of things. Other than himself, there were only three patrons in the place. And the bartender, of course. Jess sidled up to the bar and ordered a draft from the middle-aged man, curious at the odd look the bar keep gave him. Hefting himself onto one of the stools he gave a polite nod to the dude three seats away while he waited for his drink. The stranger must have taken it for an invitation to shoot the shit because no sooner had Jess looked away than the man was occupying the stool next to him.

"Shitty night," the stranger said in a deep, masculine voice.

"You got that right!" Jess replied. "Didn't plan to be stuck here in this town overnight."

"You never been here before?" he man asked, surprised.

"No," Jess offered, taking a sip of his just-served beer. "In town on business. Was supposed to be flying out tonight but all flights canceled 'cos of the fuckin' storm."

"Tough break!" the stranger sighed. Offering a hand, he announced, "I'm Lou."

Jess took the big, working man's hand and responded, "Jess."

"Nice ta meet ya, Jess." He took a swallow from his own mug then, wiping suds from his upper lip, went on, "Guess you never been here before."

Jess shook his head. "No, man. Stayin' at the Carlton, across the street."

Lou slapped a beefy thigh. "That shit hole! I been there a couple times. Ain't the best in town, let me tell you."

Jess snorted, a knowing grin turning up the corners of his mouth. "About all I could get. With the fuckin' storm everything else is filled up tonight. Turns out its a good break I was even able to get that."

They carried on a casual conversation for several minutes. Jess was grateful to have someone to pass the time with and the man, Lou, seemed friendly enough. His attention was suddenly diverted by a loud whoop from the direction of the pool table, where one young man had obviously bested his competition. Jess' green eyes opened wide when one slapped the other on the bottom and planted a kiss on his lips.

Jess slapped Lou on a strong arm. "Did you see that shit, man? They must be queers over there."

Lou's stubbled face broke into a smile. There was a twinkle in his eyes as he told him, "Didn't you know,man? This here's a gay bar."

Shock registered on Jess' face. "No fuckin' way! You kiddin' me, dude? I'm in a fuckin' queer bar?"

"Damned right you are," Lou laughed. "Guess I shouldn't have expected you'd know. I mean, you bein' a stranger and all, how could you?"

Jess' brow knitted as a thought passed through his head. "But, like, what are you----doin' here?"

Lou's knowing smile told it all.

"You're shittin' me, right?" Jess asked, incredulous. "You don't seem like you're, you know, queer."

Lou threw his head back on his big oxen-like neck. "You been doin' pussy too long, man. First off, "queer" is somethin' they said back in your grand-daddy's day. Second, there's a lot of man play goin' on these days between guys who don't fit the mold of your stereotypical gay. You into baseball, football? Bet some of your favorite sports figures dabble from time to time."

"No shit," Jess breathed, downing the rest of his beer. "I wouldn't have known, dude."

"Let me get you another, friend," Lou said, signaling the bar keep. "Since you ain't going no where, and I ain't goin' no where, we might as well drink and bullshit."

Over the course of the next hour or so Jess learned that Lou was a cross-country truck driver who frequented this spot. He entertained Jess with a bevy of stories from the road. Turned out the man wasn't one-hundred percent homo after all. Had himself a wife and a couple of kids out in Kentucky whom he stopped in on along his travels from time to time. Mostly he got his pussy and ass along the highway. Jess was astonished to learn of the existence of known glory holes in rest stops all along the interstate highways and the good ole time Lou had in them. Lou was a spirited conversationalist, quite the entertaining fellow, and Jess found himself liking him.

Six or seven beers later Lou was accompanying Jess back to the Carlton where he introduced the auto executive to the pleasures of man-to-man sex. Horny from listening to the big, bearded guy's stories and uninhibited from all the beer, Jess allowed the burly fellow to suck his stud cock. It was a first for Jess. Never in his wildest imaginings would he have entertained the thought of another dude going down on him. Yet there he was with his big dick playing now-ya-see-it-now-ya-don't in the warm, wet mouth of the macho trucker. Lou gave him the deluxe treatment, snorting and slurping as he feasted on the formerly straight cock. Blessed with ten thick inches Jess had rarely before seen anybody take his entire hog down to the root, but Lou effortlessly buried it in his whiskered face.

The trucker was a dynamo, giving him a rough and dirty suck job. He chewed on Jess' sweaty ball bag until those nads ached, then he lifted the married man's muscular legs and attacked his ass hole. Lou slobbered all over the musky man hole, grunting like a pig chewing its slop the whole while. Jess' eyes shot wide open when the swollen tongue shoved its way inside him and slithered about in his shit trench. It was another first for Jess; nobody had ever eaten him out before. The hairy man face tickling his spread butt cheeks while the wet tongue excavated his insides really turned Jess on like never before. "Fuck, yeah!" he shouted, grabbing hold of Lou's shaven head and humping his stud ass against the other man's face.

And when Lou dropped himself onto Jess' prominent prong, spearing his hairy hole in one quick motion, Jess thought he'd fly right off the bed. Man ass proved to be the warmest, tightest pussy he'd ever dipped into. Lou rode atop him as if saddled on a bucking bronco, taking the full length of Jess' cockasaurous with each downward plunge. Jess' muscular body writhed about on the crumpled sheets, man sweat oozing from his every pore. They were both swearing a string of obscenities as they bodies thrashed together. Lou's hairy cock danced right before him, a string of excited pre-cum oozed from the chunky piss hole and dripped down onto Jess' flat, furry belly. On impulse, Jess grabbed hold of the hot, pulsing member and feverishly jerked on it while Lou bounced up and down on his ten incher. They both came in a mind blowing explosion of lust, Jess scalding Lou's insides with waves of molten cum while Lou blasted his hot load all over Jess' hairy chest and belly.

Jess' sexual horizons expanded considerably from that night on. He was no longer confined to searching out cunt to satisfy his hormonal cravings. There was plenty of man ass around when pussy wasn't readily available. There was a gay bar in close proximity to nearly every one of the auto mall locations. All Jess had to do was walk in the door and the men were attracted to him like flies to shit. Unless he was terribly horny and couldn't find any one butcher, Jess usually shook off the effeminate types. It was the big, well-built and masculine types like himself that Jess wanted to pound. It gave him a real feeling of power to take on a man who could easily be his equal. He fiercely pounded their asses raw and shot their guts full of his man cream, then shared a cigar with his fucked out mate. Other than the muscle-clad leather stud who had Jess do things to him that no person should ever do to another, his kinkiest experience thus far had been with the blond cross-dresser he'd picked up in Delaware. It was a real hoot to abuse the hole of a dude dressed up and smelling like a pretty good-looking babe.

At his father's request Jess was currently stationed at the New Jersey location for an undetermined length of time. Peter Waring was concerned with the loss of revenue over the past few months at this particular location. He'd arrived yesterday morning, situated himself in a nearby hotel and made his way to the auto mall. In short order he determined the crux of the problem lay with shoddy management and proceeded to unceremoniously fire the man in charge. With that task completed he ordered an emergency meeting of all key personnel and laid out his agenda for turning the place around and increasing profits. From prior visits he knew most of the employees to be a fairly decent lot. A great many of them had been in the Waring employ for years. Jess had a particularly good rapor with Stan, who managed the service center. It surprised no one when Jess frequently stripped off his starched white shirt and assisted them with repairs while visiting the shop. He also enjoyed taking lunch and shooting the shit with Ray Giagianno, the good-looking sonofabitch in charge of purchasing. Like Jess, Giagianno was more interested in getting under a hood than sitting behind an office desk.

Until he hired a new manager for the place Jess knew he'd have to helm the post. As he sat there relaxing in the office he thought ahead to his plans for the evening. Always ready for a fuck, Jess had his eye on a cute young girl down at the reception desk. The way she'd appraised him when they were introduced told Jess it would be a cinch to get into her panties. If that didn't pan out he'd spend some time in the hotel bar. There was usually some female traveler lonely for a little male attention. If all else failed only a short distance down the highway was an adult boutique complete with viewing booths in the back. Since establishment never pestered the clientele---and often times joined in on the sex fun---it was a haven for a quick fix. Jess had gotten his big man cock sucked on many an occasion through the crude glory holes to each side of the booths and had hauled the occasional lucky winner right into the cubicle with him for a down and dirty ass fuck.

Jess' big hand went down to cup the bulge growing in the front of his pants. Damn straight, he was horny! Not like that was anything new, of course. Jess was ready for action at any time. He considered hauling out his junk right there in the office and pumping off a load in preparation for the debauchery awaiting him tonight but decided to hold off so as not to diminish the pleasure of his later orgasm. He'd been clearing out the manager's desk and tossing out most of his shit in preparation for the new guy, whoever that turned out to be. It was now well past five o'clock. Jess suddenly realized that pretty little thing at the main desk would have gone home for the evening. If not tonight, there was always tomorrow to treat her to a special fucking. He just knew she'd be damned fine in his bed.

Almost disinterestedly Jess used the remote on the desk to power on the bank of monitors mounted on the wall to his right. The stellar security system boasted cameras in various locations: several in the showroom, many on the lot and some in the repair shop. Casually flipping through the various vantage points he observed a newer salesman making his pitch to a middle-aged couple in the lot while, on another camera, a veteran salesman looked to be sealing a deal at his desk in the show room. With another flick of the monitor buttons he observed the interior of the wide maintenance area, now closed up for the day. All repair work was done by five on a daily basis, excluding Sunday, and everyone had cleared out. Just out of curiosity he allowed the camera to rotate around the interior of the place, taking stock of the vehicles held overnight for repair. He was just about to move on when a sudden movement from a far corner of the screen caught his eye.

Hastily switching to a camera more accessible to that area Jess' jaw dropped at what he saw. Quickly sitting up in the swivel chair he adjusted the camera for a closer view of the scenario being played out behind a silver Camry. A lecherous smile broke across his square jaw and he once again reached for the beast in his pants which had suddenly reawakened.

Sammy Smithfield took a liking to the kid first time he met him. Who could have guessed that less than one month on the job he'd be fucking him once, sometimes twice, a week. As master mechanic in the auto mall's maintenance/repair shop he quickly took the twenty-one year old newbie under his wing and showed him the ropes. Kid was really interested in fixing up cars, said he always wanted to be part of the pit crew at the races. He knew an awful lot already but Sammy was always able to show him something new. They became a team, working on the vehicle together. Kid's name was Larry. Sammy was sure he'd been told the last name, but he didn't really give a fuck about that. As they took coffee and munched on donuts or scarfed up sandwiches at lunch, Sammy learned more about the kid.

With deeply embedded Southern roots, Larry hailed from Macon, Georgia. His visit to the northeast was originally only supposed to be temporary. His buddy's uncle's work had moved north and the man needed someone to drive his car while he helmed the rental truck containing all his earthly belongings. Out of work Larry eagerly accepted the job. Although the older man was fatigued after the long drive Larry felt the need to unwind. Borrowing the man's car, he found a hopping club in this distant town. It was there he met Lisa. Attracted to the handsome Southern boy she came on to him like gang busters. A couple of hours later they found themselves rumpling the sheets in a cheap motel room. Even though they traded numbers, Larry never really thought he'd hear from her again.

After three months he got the call. Lisa was knocked up and charged him to be the father. Grappling with his conscience Larry eventually did the only thing he felt he could do. Packing his bags he boarded a train for New Jersey and assumed responsibility for his actions. He found himself a job pumping gas at a local service station and some six months later became father to a baby girl. He and Lisa weren't married and didn't plan to be. Some time along the course of the pregnancy they both realized they didn't even care for each other. But now they were stuck together. Larry got them an apartment in the shacky area down by the marina and found himself a more lucrative job at the auto mall, although he still worked part-time at the service station on the weekends in order to pay for baby formula.

Larry was a fine-looking boy. Standing at about six feet he had a nicely trim body with a showing of decent musculature on his arms. His sandy hair was longish, grazing his collar, parted at the side and falling low across his forehead and over one eye. Kid was constantly tossing it back making Sammy, him own dome shaved entirely bald, wonder why in hell he just didn't cut it. Yet the older man had to admit to himself it was a fine head of hair, shiny and looking the texture of corn silk. The kid had the smoothest looking skin, could easily have gone a couple days without shaving---and often times did. His pretty doe-shaped eyes were a deep shade of green and gave off a look of innocence, although Sammy soon found out otherwise.

It happened three weeks into Larry's employ. Quitting time had come around but Sammy was determined to finish up replacing an exhaust system on the old Corolla they'd been working at all day. He told Larry to go on home but Larry, none to anxious to get home to the girl friend and baby, insisted he stay. Between the both of them they managed to complete the job in half an hour's time. After washing up at the basin in the designated area they both had need to relieve their bladders. Chatting amiably they made their way to the employee rest room just off the maintenance shop. Tearing open his overalls right down to the crotch, Sammy hefted out his equipment and immediately began splashing a strong stream against the stained porcelain of the urinal. Larry followed suit, hastily unbuttoning just the bottom few of his own work uniform and freeing his young, randy cock. Soon piss was flying from both dicks and turning the water separate shades of yellow.

Sammy wasn't sure exactly what it was, just some sort of feeling that made him glance over at the kid. He was somewhat startled to realize that Larry was looking right down at his pissing cock with wondrous, sultry eyes. And what's more the kid's tongue was working like crazy, slipping out from between his pursed pink lips like a serpent's. Glancing downward, Sammy was even further surprised to notice that Larry's nice five-incher was rapidly filling out. The kid was getting aroused watching him take a piss!

In his deep, gravely voice Sammy said, "You like lookin' at my dick, kid?"

Non-plussed, Larry's doe eyes looked up at Sammy's mug for a moment before returning to gaze at the man cock and the stream of urine now beginning to taper off. His own flow had stopped and his dick was already half hard. "Looks like a good one," he offered.

"Shoot, it ain't nuthin' right now," Sammy snorted. "I'm what ya call a grower. Maybe don't get as long as what you got goin' on there, but gets real fuckin' fat. A real pussy pleaser!"

Larry just stood there staring at the chunk of man meat. His wet tongue worked his upper lip and swirled around the corner while his fingers encircled his mostly rigid prick and began slowly massaging it right there in front of the older man.

Without another thought Sammy grabbed the kid by the scruff of his neck and forced him down to his knees on the floor in front of him. Larry wasted no time swallowing the chunkie sausage into his mouth. In a few minutes his green eyes widened in shock and he mumbled what sounded like a protest, but he failed to extricate himself from the tasty beef. Sammy chuckled. He was rock hard now, his wicked dick puffed up to its full proportions. The kid wouldn't have to worry about swallowing any of it down his throat, but the soda can width of the thing and the apple-sized head was enough to startle anybody.

Larry sucked like his life depended on it. Sammy was impressed with his technique. The kid was obviously high on his cock. It sure wasn't the first time young Larry had given head. His tongue swirled over and around the bloated meat and his twitching lips teased the thick root as he sloshed waves of warm spit over it and gave it the treatment. Sammy quickly felt the cum boiling in his balls and was pretty sure he'd be feeding the kid his load in record time.

Suddenly Larry unplugged his face and gave the fat throbber a few strokes with his hand while he gazed at it with wonder etched on his cute face. "I want it up my ass," he announced in his deep Southern drawl. "Fuck me with this fat dick!" He got up from his knees to wriggle out of his uniform and turned to slap his hands against the tiled wall, planted his legs wide apart and thrust his Southern ass out at Sammy.

Sammy's prong did an excited jump when he got a look at those two smooth, hard pear-shaped melons jutting out toward him. With a deep, masculine growl he crouched down low on his haunches, pried apart the tight crack and gazed at the kid's sweet, pink hole. It was a thing of beauty, like a little jewel embedded there in a nest of the finest Georgia peach fuzz. Sammy attacked it with his tongue, slobbering over the quivering man-button and making young Larry squirm with exquisite passion. When he was sure he had it nice and slick he came up, took hold of his fat stud prick and rubbed it against the hot hole.

"Fuck me, man!" Larry panted breathlessly. Sammy knew the kid was hot for it. He had a hunch the Southern boy would be nearly as good as that ethnic buck he'd fucked last summer at the purchasing exec's barbecue. In fact, it was the guy's younger brother, a muscular married dude who sure liked taking dick rough and hard. Sammy didn't know what it was about these married guys craving cock like bitches in heat, but he sure wasn't one to argue against it. Not when he was getting to tap some of the finest asses in town.

Pressing one grease-stained hand into Larry's back and wrapping the other around his mid-section, Sammy drove his fat hog through the kid's sphincter muscle and filled him with cock. Larry let out a deep, almost painful, moan and beat his fists against the wall. Sammy took that as an invitation to fuck. Pulling his man-sized meat from the gripping chasm only to crudely shove it back in he proceeded to pound young Larry's hole like a dog in rut. Larry took every thrust like a pro, visibly shivering each time it hit that pleasure spot deep inside him.

They became instant fuck buddies, using the after-hours service shop as their own personal playground. Larry's ass hole itched for Sammy's thick prodder and the older man knew it, purposely holding him at bay for a number of days until he finally laid it on him.

It had now been over a week since they'd last mated and both men were boiling over with need and desire. Larry could read in Sammy's eyes that today would be the day. And he was more than ready for some more of the tattooed mechanic's thick throbber. He found himself constantly looking at the clock high on the wall of the shop, counting down the half-hours until quitting time. Even after five some of the other mechanics were still milling around, causing Larry's anxiousness to mount. Sammy appeared cool as a fucking cucumber, which drove Larry positively nuts. He knew the man wanted a piece of his ass just as much as he wanted that hole-stretcher all the way up in him.

Finally the last man was out. Sammy had long ago taken responsibility for locking the place up, allowing their manager to skip out and make it home in time for dinner. Quickly securing all the bays he crossed the floor to where Larry stood and, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, hauled him over behind the Camry Huck Johnson had been working on most of the day. His heart racing, Larry wasted little time stripping himself buck naked while Sammy did the same. Taking charge, Sammy wheeled Larry around and shoved him against the car. Larry's hands grasped the silver fender as Sammy kicked his legs wide, clawed his tight shiny globes apart and spat onto his winking hole. With a low growl the heavily tattooed mechanic took a firm hold on Larry's trim waist and dragged his boner between the young stud's fuzzy buns. The fine hairs framing the sweet twitching raisin delightfully tickled his blazing erection. Filled with undeniable lust, Sammy placed the horse-like knob of his prick against Larry's lusty hole and pushed.

Out of some sense of self-preservation the hot, puckered asshole feebly attempted to resist the assault. The hot lips quivered around the apple-sized dick head slowly sinking between them. Whimpering sexily, Larry bit down hard on his lower lip and squeezed his doe eyes tightly shut. Tiny tears formed at the corners. As many times as he'd been skewered by Sammy's cock the past few months he was never fully prepared for the awesome thickness of the thing. The head alone was as wide as a can of Coke! His sphincter muscle hungrily clutched at the fleshy pronounced rim of the sizeable helmet while Sammy briefly paused to allow his cock's eye to take a quick peek in young Larry's love box.

White hot heat washed over Sammy's sizeable glans causing his entire rod to throb with an animal passion. A primal need burned in his loins, urging him to sink his wet weapon deeper into the convulsing man-cunt. Larry's groan was almost painful as his pink pucker was stretched outrageously by the maddening girth of the wicked thing. Sammy didn't stop until his groin was flush against Larry's perfectly parted pear-like cheeks. Larry's inner ass muscles gripped hold of him, the mushy membranes wrapping themselves around his heavily pulsing fuck stick. But Sammy didn't give the flexing fuck box enough time to claim his cock as its own. Gliding his hands up and down Larry's tapered back he took hold of one broad shoulder and, grasping the Kid around his midsection, roughly tucked him in closer. Sammy drew his fat cock back out of the fiery fuck tunnel until the thick cunt lips were twitching around his blooming mushroom and then shoved it home again.

Larry felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when the meaty schlong bottomed out in his hot anal orifice. His shitter tried like hell to clamp down on the fat member but Sammy was savagely slamming in and pulling out, stirring up Larry's guts and causing illicit thrills to delight his young body. Out of nowhere Larry remembered the time he was ten and spied on his perverted hillbilly cousin Ralphie Joe getting mounted by his German Shepherd. Once that dog cock was in, Ralphie Joe was stuck on it until the beast had unloaded himself in the hick's ass. It was the way he now felt about his own plight. Once that huge cock head of Sammy's had breached his hole there was no getting it out until the mechanic busted his nuts and shrunk back to a releasable size. Not that Larry was about to complain. Ever since the time his backwoods Uncle Huckleberry had taken his ass at the young age of thirteen Larry had been a whore for a hard cock. Teaming up with Sammy Smithfield had thus far been the best thing to happen to him since departing the south.

"Oh, yeah," the good-looking younger man bellowed as he repeatedly slammed a fist against the car. "Fuck my ass but good!" Sammy obliged by increasing the speed of his thrusts, his hairy nuts swinging pendulously between his parted thighs as he pumped into the hot Kid. He plowed as deep as his cock would allow. Releasing his hold around the young stud's waist Sammy straightened up a bit and dug thick fingers into the trim sides of the Kid, attempting to hold the bucking bronco in place while he savagely skewered him. But as always, Larry proved to be an active participant in the fuck, shoving his lusty ass back against the plunging cock. He ground his hips around when the thing was completely embedded inside him, sending waves of ball-busting pleasure along the entire length of Sammy's hot rod.

The husky mechanic powerfully fucked his wide member into Larry's mushy ass guts, knowing the younger man was loving it every bit as much as himself. He couldn't quite figure how the Kid ended up with that bony bottle-blond bitch and a whining baby when he craved cock up the ass more than anything else. Larry's rebel ass was a cunt made for fucking man style: rough and hard. Sammy enjoyed the way those ass muscles clenched like a fist around the wrist-thick cock, causing the reddened interior membrane to be dragged outward on the out-stroke. Obscene suctioning sounds echoed through the deserted shop as Sammy's fat prick repeatedly fucked in and out of Larry's cock-hungry hole, bringing them nearer to the ultimate in satisfaction with each gut-wrenching stroke.

In the privacy of the manager's office, Jess was both shocked and aroused by what he observed on the surveillance monitor in the repair shop. Those two workers were fucking like dogs in heat! Jess instantly recognized Sammy Smithfield. It was hard not to with all that ink on him. Over three-quarters of the beefy stud's body was covered in art, giving him an almost menacing appearance. Sammy was probably one of the best mechanics the company employed. A few years back they'd wanted to transfer him out to one of their more lucrative locations, but Sammy was opposed to leaving Jersey. Not wanting to lose such a valuable asset the company had relented and left the man where he was happiest.

It took Jess a little while to place the younger stud, the one taking the hard fuck. Zooming the camera in closer he eventually recalled seeing the good-looking buck earlier on a tour of the shop. Evidently he was a new addition to the roster---and a damned fine one at that! It was obvious the Kid could really handle a wild man fuck, just the type Jess delivered. Unzipping himself, Jess hauled out his hard slab of meat and stroked himself with one hand while working the controls with the other. For a fleeting moment he considered getting up and locking the door but didn't want to risk missing any of the hot action.

The camera roamed over Larry's tapered back and zeroed in on the target zone. Jess' eyes widened when he got a look at Sammy's truncheon in those few seconds before it plunged back into the pretty asshole.

"Damn, look at that fat mother fucker!" he said aloud. Chuckling lasciviously he spat into his palm and began to work himself with more earnest. While he owned a good solid ten inches, Sammy Smithfield sure had him beat in width. Jess had never seen a dick that chunky before! It just served to make the scenario that much more enticing, knowing that the handsome young man was taking such a gargantuan beast. And beast was exactly what Smithfield looked like with that shaved head, tattooed body and hound dog's face.

Jess was enjoying spying on his employees engaged in a heated man fuck when something suddenly caused his brow to furrow. He could swear he'd seen a shadow cross the couple's undulating, sweaty bodies. Leaning forward he worked the controls to draw the camera back until he saw what had caused the shadow. Someone else had entered the repair shop and was standing there only a few feet away from them observing the pair. Suddenly Sammy and his fuck buddy were no longer alone!

In only a matter of seconds Sammy came out of his sex haze to glance across Larry's writhing form and see the man standing on the other side of the car. The initial look of shock at discovery which registered on his pug face soon gave way to a toothy smile as the two men exchanged words. Larry lifted his head to observe this newcomer, probably embarrassed as hell to have been discovered like this but thoroughly unable to do anything about it. Lifting one heavily-tattooed arm Sammy waved a gesture for the man to come forward, obviously inviting him to join in the fuck fun.

Jess squirmed excitedly in his seat, never taking his eyes from the screen as he slid his pants and briefs down to pool around his feet and resumed jerking his cock. The newcomer was unbuttoning his starched white shirt, indicating that he'd accepted the bawdy invitation. Jess' eyes flared as he took in the muscular perfection of the stud slowly and tantalizingly being revealed to him. With the shirt off he moved closer to place it on the hood of the car, displaying huge rounded shoulders, rock-solid mounds of bicep muscle and massive, club-like forearms framed by a tight white tank tee. When the undergarment had been discarded Jess admired the dude's powerful chest, the sculpted pectorals capped by large brown nipples. Despite the thick tufts of dark hair under his armpits the hunk's upper body was smooth, except for the smallest patch of hair dead center in the deep valley of pec cleavage. Deeply defined obliques framed a rippling abdominal structure, broken only by the deliciously indented navel and the sudden swirl of dark hairs around it which trailed below the waist band of the slacks he was now unfastening.

Kicking off shoes and socks the muscular hunk dropped his slacks to the concrete floor and slipped out of his white briefs to momentarily stand there in his naked glory. "Sonofabitch!" Jess muttered as his eyes raked over the physical perfection of the stud. His legs were thick as the trunk of a tree and, unlike his upper body, coated with dark manly hair, calves huge and well-defined. Jess licked his lips when he took a gander at the perfect specimen of man meat rising erect from the wealth of dark, manly pubes covering his groin. It appeared to be every bit as big as his own, with a perfectly molded head and a wealth of heavy veins throbbing beneath its satiny surface. In total, this stud epitomized everything Jess craved in another man. When he padded on bare feet across the small expanse to approach the others Jess was afforded the rear view of a strong, wide tapered back and a solidly compact pair of nicely curved glutes with a hint of man fur peeking from the deep crack.

A virtual river of pre-cum was oozing from his dick head and lazily gliding down his stalk as Jess resumed working the controls and zeroing in on the man's face. He just had to know which of his employees was such a gorgeous hunk of man out of his work clothes. He was unable to control the sharp intake of breath when the camera focused on the handsome features of the man he'd taken lunch with only yesterday, purchasing manager Ray Giagianno!

Soon as the five o'clock whistle blew Ray tossed his pencil to the desk. Loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of the white shirt he wore, the handsome office worker leaned back in the chair and stretched muscular arms over head. There wasn't an actual alarm announcing the end of a long, arduous work day; it was the man's inner time clock alerting him. The entire day had pretty much been a bitch-and-a-half. There really wasn't much doing at the auto mall. Sales were down considerably and the only thing doing any type of business was the repair shop. People might not always need to purchase a new set of wheels but servicing their investment to obtain maximum longevity was crucial.

Amidst the tedium was the recent arrival of ownership in the person of old man Waring's son. No one was surprised by the immediate firing of the general manager. It was long over due. But such actions made everyone else wonder if they would be the next to face the chopping block. Ray wasn't especially concerned for himself. He did his job and did it well. Always had, even though his heart wasn't entirely in a desk job. Truth be known, he'd rather be down in the shop getting some grease under his nails and doing what he loved best. It was where he started out and where he'd probably still be if he hadn't accepted the more lucrative purchasing position. But, with four children and a wife to support, income won out over true desire.

Ray loved tooling around under a hood. It was his favorite past time. He'd completely rebuilt a classic Mustang, his most prized possession, which was safely housed in the family garage. Once a year, usually early Spring, he took it for a spin and then spent hours buffing the exterior to keep it in top notch condition. While his wife, Cathy, had a difficult time understanding her husband's obsession with a show car that rarely traveled on pavement, she allowed him his indulgence.

On one of the man's impromptu visits a few years back Ray learned that Jess Waring shared his interest. It wasn't at all unusual for the wealthy heir to strip off his shirt and drop into the pit to lend a hand in the shop. Certainly the man had a hint of arrogance about him. Most trembled when the rich boy came calling. But Ray sort of liked Jess. Never got on his high horse with Ray. Never pulled any owner/boss bullshit. When he came bounding into Ray's office, tossing himself into a seat with one leg thrown lazily across the arm rest and the other sprawled out in front of him they were just two guys shooting the shit. And it was rarely about business. It was man talk. Jess even expressed interest in dropping by Ray's home to check out his 'Stang, but so far that hadn't transpired.

Accordingly, Ray wasn't terribly concerned with being a casualty in the inevitable restructuring of the management team. Lunch with Waring in the mall commissary yesterday alleviated any trace of doubt he might have harbored. Jess assured him that he was in no danger of losing his job. Still, Ray wasn't too crazy when Waring made an attempt to pick his brain and learn about any more dead weight amid the present personnel and was glad when the conversation shifted to a new shipment of cars arriving at the end of the week. During their chat Jess confessed he'd be remaining at the New Jersey location while he scouted out a replacement for the terminated manager. Ray figured he'd invite the guy over for a home cooked meal one night, but kept the idea quiet until he'd had a chance to talk it over with his wife.

Glancing at his watch Ray saw that it was ten past the hour and supposed he'd better start the short commute home. Cathy was never one to insist upon a family dinner at a designated hour. Whoever was there at the time ate and the late-comers got their meal reheated in the microwave. But Ray liked to at least attempt to make it home to sit down and sup with the kids, although he couldn't remember the last time his eldest son RJ had graced the table. The popular seventeen-year-old athlete had many friends and usually grabbed a bite at their homes after school, much to his mother's displeasure.

Hastily clearing up his desk and powering off the laptop Ray shut off the lights and locked the door behind him. Heading down the hall way to the sales floor and the main entrance an old familiar desire suddenly began gnawing on him. Suffering barely a moment of indecision he abruptly altered course. In a matter of a few short minutes he was fitting a key from his ring into the lock of a door at the rear of the auto parts center which led down to the service shop, totally unprepared for what he would soon encounter there.

The familiar smell of the auto service station wafted up the metal stairwell and pleasantly assailed his nostrils, reminding Ray of a more enjoyable time in his employ. Descending the steps he came upon the strong door at the base with its one small window encased in wire mesh and pushed it inward. The door opened silently into his favorite place on the lot. With hands dug deep in the pockets of his trousers Ray stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath of the combined odors of grease, oil and fuel and let his eyes roam about the area as far as he could see. How he wished it were still his domain instead of the confines of the office he occupied daily. He just wasn't the armchair warrior type; Ray was a hands on type of guy. This was where he belonged. It was the stuff for which he was made. It was what he loved most.

With a resigned sigh he began to turn back to the exit when his ears perked at an unexpected sound he detected from somewhere in the cavernous place. His thick brow wrinkled puzzledly and, turning to the direction from which he'd thought it had come, Ray cautiously crossed the cement floor and advanced. There it was again! Sounded something like a groan. The closer he got to the location he realized it wasn't a single sound but a continuous series of what now appeared to be deep grunts. At first he'd been fearful someone was hurt; now he had cause to wonder if something else wasn't going on in the deserted place.

Rounding a heavy steel supporting column his attention was drawn to the silver Camry stationed in the farthest bay. Ray could see someone there between that car and the blue Toyota mini van. The fine dark hairs on his club-like forearms stood on end as, like a moth drawn to a flame, his legs propelled him over to the site. With a fairly good idea of what was happening, but still exercising a bit of caution, Ray kept a safe distance as he came around the opposite side of the car. With his heart thudding in his chest Ray nearly choked when he saw it was Sammy Smithfield there in all his naked tattooed glory slamming it to some longish haired buddy valiantly clinging to the surface of the automobile. The other buck's face was hidden to Ray but he didn't need a face to see that the guy was really enjoying the hot, torrid fuck at the hands of the gruff-looking mechanic.

Ray's observation only went on for a matter of seconds before Smithfield noticed the other man standing there ogling them. Registering only a moment's fear at discovery, a wide smile spread across Sammy's bull-like features at recognizing Giagianno. Without losing the slightest fuck beat he greeted, "Hey there, buddy."

"What's goin' on, Sammy?" Then, cheeks dimpling with a knowing smile, "Stupid question. Don't bother answerin'."

Realizing they were no longer alone Larry lifted his head and tossed his head so he could get a look at the intruder. A blush reddened his wholesome-looking face as the handsome hunk standing there looked at him with obvious recognition.

Sammy made the introductions. "You know Larry, right? Kid's been workin' here a few months. I've been teachin' him everything I know down here. Larry, meet Ray."

"H-how you doin', man?" Larry managed.

"Not doin' as good as my buddy Sammy," Ray acknowledged with a grin. "Haven't had a piece of ass in over a week." It was true. Cathy was in one of those moods she often got ever since her hysterectomy a few years back. With fuck buddy Brandon relocated to Europe and his favorite pussy boy Petie in his final year of college in sunny Florida the options were dismal for always-horny Ray. His man-sized balls had ached so badly the other night he even considered crossing the street and throwing a fuck to Jon, the one who'd introduced him to buddy sex. But he still hadn't gotten over Jon's duplicity and settled instead for taking care of business himself. Not nearly as satisfying, it still managed to take off some of the edge.

Sammy motioned him over with one strong, heavily inked arm. "C'mon over and join in, buddy. The Kid, he won't mind. Will ya, Larry boy?"

"N-no," Larry managed between fuck grunts. The hard on throbbing against the front of his slacks was all the invitation the ethnic hunk needed. Hastily disrobing, he elicited a low whistle from Sammy.

"Would you look at that?" the mechanic guffawed. "Sonofabitch if you ain't built like the ole brick shit house! You see this, Kid? That's what you call a prime number one stud there!"

Larry's lust intensified when he managed to glance up at the handsome executive heavy with muscle and sporting a large, powerful looking erection. That cock had been molded to perfection, a strongly arced nine inches of man meat with mean blue-blooded veins criss crossing its sleek length and a huge, classic helmet resting atop. Larry's ass craved big cock heads and, although not nearly the monster currently splitting him insides, the southern boy could hardly wait to take a ride on it.

Ray came around the car, the cement floor cool on the bottoms of his big bare feet, and stepped in front of the long-haired Kid. With his full, tight buttocks pressed up against the metal of the car he spat into the palm of one hand and fisted his rigid nine-inch shaft as he observed Sammy's grotesquely fat prick repeatedly pumping into the younger man's trembling ass. Even after fucking himself quite a bit of male ass over the past few years he still couldn't figure how a dude could handle it, let alone one as immense as Sammy's.

With a sly smile he looked across at the tattooed man and commented, "Damn, Sammy. Where in hell'd you get that horse meat from?"

Sammy chuckled and surprised Ray by reaching out one greasy paw and tweaking one of his man nubs. "Shee-it, look at that sum-bitch on you, buddy! Mebbe we had us the same daddy!"

Ray hardly thought so. That man dick savagely sliding in and out of Larry's bung hole was impressively thick, although Ray could tell he had the stud more-than-beat when it came to length. Lust burned in his loins as he stared down at the wet schlong vigorously stroking into the tight asshole, causing a sudden itch to develop in his own hairy man cave. With a start he realized that, for the first time, he was actually becoming aroused by another guy's cock! That wasn't like him at all! Lack of pussy---and the substitution of all-too-willing man ass---must really be getting to him. But, try as he might, he couldn't tear his inquisitive eyes away from the raunchy point of contact.

The sex odor emanating from the handsome cock mere inches from his face wafted into Larry's nostrils and embraced him with a new sexual heat. With lust filled eyes he admired the thick, plump tube running up the underbelly of the thing to its gloriously perfect mushroom-capped head. Heavy worm-like veins writhed just beneath the surface of the sleek shaft, giving it a life of its own. Mesmerized by the piece, Larry could hardly move. It was throbbing, almost angry now, and turning a shade of purple. The huge slit atop the expansive cap dilated before his eyes and a desperate surge of seminal fluid oozed from the dark opening. Larry rolled his wet tongue over the dome in long fluid motions and feasted on the tasty offerings. He lapped all over and around the cock's head, digging the tip of his tongue into the slit and roaming around the wide ridge. A low growl from the handsome he-man told Larry it was time to cease nibbling on the appetizer and get right down to the main cock sucking course. His slick lips yawned around the large, delicious cock knob as he slurped the heavy meat into his hungry gullet until it slammed against his tonsils. Larry feasted on the strong man-meat, running his wet tongue along the underside while he ravenously sucked on the pulsing shaft.

Sammy's grease stained hands held tightly to Larry's naked hips while he worked his ram charger in and out of the awesomely tight ass hole. His beady eyes blazed with sexual excitement as he watched the Kid go down on his buddy Ray. It was a hot sight! Ray was all man, built like one of those buffed dudes that looked out at him from the cover of those fitness magazines at the supermarket checkout line, with a fine piece of equipment standing tall and proud from his lush groin.

The tattooed mechanic had suffered a moment's hesitation there when he first realized they'd been discovered---but only for a moment. What the hell, he figured. Cat's already outa the bag so he might as well invite Ray to join the party. And the big hunk hadn't hesitated to strip down and step up to the plate. Sammy figured Ray was a fellow horndog, taking his pleasure wherever he found it. Must run in the family. Sammy wasn't about to forget the mind-blowing fuck he'd given the man's equally hunky younger brother in the shadows of the basement last summer. Sammy had plans to tap that muscle ass again, soon as he could. He fleetingly wondered if the big guy had any idea what an insatiable fuck his little bro really was.

Thinking about Joey and watching the expressions of lust on Ray's handsome mug was making the cum churn in Sammy's big bloated ball bag. Not wanting to drop his load any time soon Sammy abruptly slowed his butt pounding and adopted a more leisurely pace. His gigantic thickness slowly stroked in and out of Larry's ass hole, causing the younger man to whimper from the excruciating pleasure. His ass lips squirmed around the huge root every time Sammy bore down and filled him with hot cock. His greasy insides clutched at the thing, lovingly molding themselves around it and nearly sucked out on the withdrawal. Larry swore he could feel every tendon on the fat piece throbbing passionately inside him and encompassing him in its lusty fever pitch.

Larry realized he was a lucky stud indeed, playing middle man to these two well-endowed fuckers. Pussy was alright sometimes, but when he really wanted to get a work out there was nothing like big hard, sweaty dick. And these two had all the cock he needed to satisfy his secret desires. Between the two of them there had to be better than fifteen inches of prime meat pumping his man hole and prodding at his throat! His own fuck rod was so damned hard it hurt, twitching in midair beneath him and leaking a copious flow of pre-cum onto the cement floor. Sammy was killing him with this slow comfortable screw. When he fucked hard and fast Larry's insides didn't have time to regroup. This way he could feel every fucking inch of the massive stump painfully sinking into him, spreading him wide, then drawing out clutching rectal tissue and forcing his ass mouth to distend on the pull back. It caused his body to tremble with an unbridled lust and to more desperately service the tasty tool throbbing in his suckling gullet.

Lying back against the car and supporting himself on one elbow Ray placed one big hand atop Larry's bobbing head and more comfortably enjoyed the tremendous blow job. It had been more than a week since his dick had seen any kind of action, much too long for a stallion like Ray. Larry's lush lips and warm mouth were giving his big cock exactly what it had been denied the past few days. The younger man sucked every bit as good as his favorite toy, Petie, who was probably making lots of married men roar with pleasure down in southern Florida. To think, that such hot trade was right here on the lot the whole time while he sat up in his office with aching balls. And his buddy Sammy was the lucky sonofabitch tapping it! He couldn't be too pissed at Sammy. After all, how was the master mechanic to know that Ray sometimes got his kicks from other fuck buddies?

The younger man moaned sexily when Ray's big cockhead slipped into his tight throat. It was the most masculine cock he'd ever pleasured and Larry just had to have every bit of it. Yawning his throat he worked his way down the throbbing tool, his lips gobbling up inch after inch of stud flesh. He consciously avoided gagging around the tasty meat, thrilled he'd taken the whole cock into his mouth and throat. Ray threw back his head, his muscular body shuddering as the sexy Southerner went down on him. Larry's twitching lips locked around the hairy base of the love rod as he proceeded to hungrily suck on the magnificent prick lodged deep in his throat. Ray's big, naked toes curled and his hard ass rose and fell against the automobile from the mind-blowing sensations coursing through the nerve endings of his weapon.

"Damn good, ain't he?" Sammy winked at him.

"Fuck yeah!" Ray groaned, his hand entangled in Larry's longish hair.

Larry's throat muscles worked around the massive boner pulsating in his warm, wet gullet. He felt like all oxygen had been blocked to his lungs. Even though he really didn't want to Larry came up off the heavy dick meat, strands of saliva trailing from his lips to the angry purple head of the thing. Panting ravenously, he attempted to reclaim his breath before his next oral attack. The cock was so fucking handsome and the man to whom it belonged was so macho and hot that Larry couldn't delay things for long. His tongue ravenously attacked the leaking head, causing Ray to squirm deliriously when his teeth nibbled on the deeply defined ridge of the sensitive frenum. Larry went down on it again, skewering his throat with all nine inches of randy man-cock. This time he pumped his head up and down, fucking his face with the hardy offering, allowing it to dip deep into his yawning gullet again and again and lathing the head with his tongue on the upstroke. He was like a man possessed, his throat gurgling with an almost bestial desire.

Ray's sturdy loins were humping back against the Kid, meeting him head on each time Larry went completely down on him. He was panting thickly, his fingers grasping at hand's full of long, silky hair. His heavy ramrod felt fantastic deep down in the Kid's throat. Larry gobbled him up time after time, slamming his face down into Ray's sweaty pubes and humming a wickedly tantalizing tune on his organ. A thin sheen of perspiration had broken out over Ray's hunky body, making him look all the more sexy to the younger man. Larry's eyes were trained on the curves and swells of the man's torso rising and falling more rapidly with each manipulation of his stupendous shaft. Larry was a cock slut who usually cared little about anything else. But the handsome stud sprawled out before him was one Larry would have loved to have eaten from head to toe.

Sammy plowed into Larry's ass ring, totally aroused by what he observed taking place before him. His buddy Ray was totally into the blow job. Not that it was much of a surprise to Sammy. He knew just how good the Kid really was once he got a dick in his mouth. And Larry was certainly no slouch on the other end either. His ass hole was alternately tightening and contracting around Sammy's fat meat with each ball's deep stroke. Sammy really loved the sensations derived from fucking hot man hole, the way those tight insides surged and writhed around his roaring hard on. He enjoyed watching the wrecked, stretched ass lips as his immense girth plunged in and out of them. He could have fucked Larry's hot, tight ass for hours if it wasn't for the fact he got so damned excited after awhile that he uncontrollably busted his nuts. Suddenly feeling a sense of charity, Sammy buried his prick in the slick fuck chute and paused while he addressed his buddy.

"Say, Ray. You wanna try some of this?"

Larry gurgled what could have been a protest or an affirmation. But the choice wasn't his to make.

"I think I'd like that, buddy," Ray responded good-naturedly, scrambling to change positions with the other man.

"Hope I didn't stetch him out too much for ya," Sammy bragged as he slid out of Larry with a wet squelch to take the post Ray had vacated in front of the younger man. His stump-sized cock with the softball-sized head throbbed daringly before the Southern boy's spit-shined face. As always, Larry could hardly believe the thing had actually been inside of him.

With his fuck stalk already sloppy wet from the awesome head Larry had just given it, Ray stepped up to the milky white, out-thrust ass. The swollen ass lips pulsed expectantly before him, abandoned by one cock and already hungry for another. Ray unconsciously licked his lips as he gazed down at the quivering pussy, then aimed his prod at the pink fuck hole. He effortlessly sunk to his groin in the twitching manhole, anal membranes convulsing maddeningly along the full length of his buried shaft. Ray's hazel eyes rolled to the ceiling of the place at the awesome sensations brought on by this initial penetration. It had been so long since he'd buried his insatiable dick in a nice warm body. Ray would liked to have remained still and appreciated the talented cavity's heavy milking technique but he was consumed by unrestrained fuck lust. Pressing big hands on the small of Larry's trim back, thick fingers shaped in a diamond push-up, Ray began his excavation of the hot hole. Pumping his shapely hips, the married stud fucked his slick dick in and out of the clutching hole with long, full-length strokes, savoring each satisfying thrust.

Larry moaned with renewed delight. This new stud cock was reaching him in places Sammy could never have ventured. His entire body shuddered each time the throbbing stud meat touched his special button and buried itself deep in his guts. Larry's wrecked ass lips kissed the ridge of the gorgeous corona when the cock was pulled back, already anticipating the oncoming assault which satisfyingly filled him. The handsome man seemed to fuck harder and deeper with each stroke up his ass. Hairy balls slapped between his thighs, heavy with the cum that would douse Larry's inner fire. He could feel the intense heat of the majestic weapon shoving itself in and out of his mushy guts and thrust his young butt up against it. His own cock was leaking excited pre-cum like crazy. One touch from his hand and Larry was certain he'd shoot like a fire hose.

While Ray continued to expertly ream out his sweet ass Larry yawned his jaws wide as he could and swallowed Sammy's bull dick. His serpentine tongue washed all over the gigantic head and stabbed into the deep piss slit, savoring the flavor of the tattooed mechanic's juice. Despite the aching of his jaws Larry went to town on the huge girth of man meat. He sucked and lapped at the big, sweaty beast crammed in his mouth, almost thankful there wasn't enough length to get into his throat. Larry really went to town on the cock, working like it was his last chance and giving Sammy a degree of the pleasure he was deriving from the stud cock pumping his young ass.

Rhythmic undulations of Larry's ass guts sent waves of titillating sensations coursing through Ray's randy dick. He was thrusting into the southerner full force now, hairy groin crashing against creamy, upturned ass cheeks with each stroke. Larry took all he had to give, pushing his ass back against each powerful plunge. The strong shaft plowed through the gripping sphincter time and again, its owner lost in carnal desire. Ray's hazel eyes were glazed over with lust. Droplets of perspiration glided down the angles and planes of his handsome face. Sex sweat coated his heaving, muscular chest. Blood pounded maddeningly through his arteries from his heavy sex exertions, but Ray was a man with strong stamina. His dick ceaselessly battered deep up inside the wet, warm man-pussy, his body barely conscious of its approaching orgasm.

The mouth going absolutely ape-shit on his obscene log quickly proved to be no match for Sammy's resolve. His heavily inked body began to tremble and buck against the sweat-slick Camaro. His pug face was set in a grimace, eyebrows knitted in an almost painful frown while his teeth gnashed together. Pre-orgasmic tension had seemed almost unbearable before Sammy's big ball bag finally let loose, shooting wads of salty semen into Larry's rapidly sucking maw. Larry swallowed load after load of man juice, the tip of his tongue constantly tickling the underside of the enormous head to send Sammy writhing along the fender of the car as his body buckled in orgasm.

Barely aware of his buddy's release, Ray continued to drive into Larry with full force. His cock shoved forward, then retreated, gliding along the slick walls of the younger man's shuddering ass. The muscles in his thighs and calves bulged and strained with each forceful movement. His breathing had become ragged and shallow, his jaw slack, with spittle spraying from the corners of his mouth. His chest pounded maddeningly. Pin-point flashes of light came before his eyes. Every muscle in his body seemed to become tightly knotted. And then, with a hearty bellow, the handsome married man convulsed in ecstasy and his cock exploded its pent up load deep in Larry's ass guts. He threw his head back, rain drops of perspiration flying from his dark hair, as wads of man cream erupted from his organ and drenched the deepest depths of the other man's spasming pussy.

Ray's forceful cum was more than enough to set off Larry. The Southern boy fired volumes of sticky goo all over the cement floor beneath him, the first shots belting across to hit Sammy's bare legs. He writhed and bucked with each surge, causing his ass to convulse around the big dick lodged inside him and further excite Ray. Over and over they both came until, finally, they were spent.

Like Samson with his strength sapped from him Ray fell over Larry, his muscular torso pressed against the younger man's sweat-slick back. He wrapped his arms around the sweet fuck and attempted to catch his breath while his still-hard cock lounged in the wetness of his juices. Larry's legs ultimately gave out and the three of them slid to the floor in a sweaty, tangled heap of limbs as they attempted to come down from their sexual high.

Jess Waring gave out a strangled cry and shot a rope of heavy cum so high it nearly coated the ceiling. Stimulation from the imagery flashing across the surveillance monitor had provided him with some powerful masturbatory material. Pumping his cock through his jizz-spewing climax, Jess licked his lips lasciviously as his thunderstruck eyes raked over the writhing, sexually spent bodies of the three men---his employees!

Sammy was a beast, that was for certain, and an adventurer much like himself. Together they could probably score lots of pussy and have some fun times.

The young one, with the longish hair, lacked any inhibitions and was obviously one heck of a fuck! It would be fairly easy for him to get a piece of that fine ass. The Kid liked cock and Jess had a nice, healthy one to offer. Fuck the secretarial pool; the best stuff was available in the repair shop!

But it was the Giagianno stud who held the most interest for Waring. Hunky Ray was just the type Jess craved in his man-to-man bondings. A handsome, macho type, married with kids---much like Jess---who didn't mind how he got his rocks off. With cum-wet fingers Jess worked the controls to zero the camera in on the muscular frame stretched across the fuck toy who was even now nibbling on one of Sammy's protruding teats. His eyes raped Ray's body, taking in the swell of his rounded shoulders, the contour of his strong, tapered back and the curve of his tight rounded glutes. Jess licked his hungry lips, his cock once again rock hard, as he moved in even closer on that hard ass---so close he could even see the moist dark hairs poking out from the deep, sweaty crevice. How he hoped it was a virgin ass. Nothing pleasured Jess more than breaking in a he-man like Ray.

Suddenly, finding a replacement for the axed manager was no longer a priority. In fact, he would purposely delay the task so he'd have an excuse to remain at the location longer than initially proposed. There was much for Jess to accomplish here.

First with Larry, then with Ray.