Straight Buddy Ray

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY # 25: KEEPING IT IN THE FAMILY by Jon Royale May 2011

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Larry Hudson scrubbed his hands in the wash room using a bristly brush to try and get as much grease as he could from under his blunt nails. Today he'd done no less than nine oil changes and assisted in a muffler installation. He liked his full-time hours at the auto mall a heck of a lot more than the part-timer he held pumping gas at a service station. He had little choice, though, with a little baby girl to support. Formula was damned expensive these days! The little money Lisa, the baby's mama, made working checkout at the supermarket didn't do all that much to help their financial situation.

He and Lisa weren't married. Didn't plan to be, either. In fact, they didn't even really like each other much. They met at a New Jersey club when the Georgia native came north assisting in his buddy's uncle's relocation. After a few drinks it was fairly easy to get into Lisa's panties. Larry hadn't wanted to go home without sampling some Yankee twat. He should have worn a condom but they were both horny, high and, besides, he never really cared much for the confinement of the damned things anyway. Now he was saddled with responsibility for the cunt and his offspring. The carefree lifestyle of the dumb country boy had changed in one careless night!

It wasn't as if Lisa was a dog or anything; fact of the matter is she was kind of cute. Heck, if she hadn't caught his eye in that club Larry would never have ended up in this mess. It's just that they had no common interests. Once in a blue moon when they were both in the mood they still fucked but it just wasn't the same as that first time. Larry had a pretty good idea the girl was getting dick some where else and he'd have bet his last dollar it was that guy Josh, her supervisor at the market. Not that Larry really gave a rat's ass. He was doing exactly the same thing.

Larry liked pussy. He liked it a lot. He liked to eat it, going for as long as he could stand before he just had to slide his dick up in there. He fucked nice and slow, romantically caressing the breasts of his partner, nibbling at her ear lobe and doing all the other things girls liked. Then, just as he felt his orgasm coming on he slipped into high gear, really pounding into that cunt and making her scream with ecstasy. Larry even liked to tongue the twat when he was through hitting it. Tickling the clitoris right after a fuck usually sent the bitch into instant orgasm. He'd spread the folds of labia and press his face in there, pussy juice all over his cheeks as he licked the insides, tasting himself and the load he'd just deposited.

Larry had a strong hankering for dick, too. Ever since he'd gotten buggered by an over-zealous backwoods uncle when he was a strapling teen he'd had cock hunger. Swallowing sweaty man rod down his throat so's he could bury his nose in their pungent pubes was a real turn on, but the ultimate for young Larry was when a hard prick was banging at his back door. When it came to a man fuck he liked it down and dirty. And if the dude wasn't throwing him a gut-wrenching ass fuck Larry certainly let him know the score. Soft and gentle was for girls; guys needed it hard and heavy. He lucked out with Sammy Smithfield, master mechanic at the service center. The heavily tattooed, bald biker-looking dude was no handsome cover model, but Larry didn't give two shits about any man's looks. His carnal desire had nothing to do with attraction. And Sammy had exactly what he needed---a beefy soda can thick ass stretcher. First time they did it, right there in the same washroom, Larry almost feared his Rebel ass might be split in two by the damned Yankee stud!

Almost as if he'd been reading his mind, the door to the washroom swung inward and Sammy barreled in. In the smoky mirror Larry saw the sly smile that spread across the older man's face. As he came around to utilize the adjacent wash basin Sammy grabbed Larry's ass, his grease-stained fingers digging between the split of those well-worked glutes under the Kid's work overalls. Larry wriggled his tight little ass to welcome the lewd groping. Sammy soaped up his hands into an overly rich lather, all the while keeping his eyes trained on the good looking southern trade.

"Up for a quick fuck before we head on out of here, boy?" he growled.

"Shoot, Sammy, I can't today." With his heavy Southern drawl it came out more like, ah cain't taday. Sammy loved the way the Kid spoke, mostly when he was shouting a string of nasties when the older man's obscenely thick cock was plundering his anal cavity. "Boss wants to see me after work."

Sammy registered surprise. "Stan?" he inquired, referring to their manager.

"Nuh uh," Larry shook his head. "The big boss man, Waring."

Jess Waring wasn't technically the boss, although once his daddy passed on he'd take over the auto mall dynasty. Waring had blown onto the lot a few days ago and wasted little time leveling the axe on the general manager. It seemed the place had taken a financial hit lately and Waring had been called in to get it back on its feet again. The cocky man had unloaded a few slackers already---but Sammy found himself in total agreement with each of the dismissals. Seemed like Waring knew what he was doing. Sammy wasn't at all nervous about his own tenure. His performance was always impeccable and the Warings liked him.

Whistling low, Sammy said, "All them corporate types gettin' called down to the main office these days ain't been a good thing, Kid. But I can't understand why Waring'd want to see you."

Larry clucked his tongue as he rinsed his hands. "I can't figure, either." Or, I cain't figger either. Then, with a side smile, "Maybe he's gonna give me a raise."

"Don't count on it, Kid. I don't think anybody's gonna see a raise around here for a while."

Placing his hands under the air dryer Larry shouted over the noise, oblivious to the fact that he might be heard from outside the door. "Sure would love to stay for that fuck, but I gotta go meet The Man."

Sammy winked at him. "Mebbe tomorrow." If you're still around, he thought. "Gimme a ring tonight. Let me know what's goin' on." When the Kid exited the washroom Sammy was left with a feeling of remorse. Next to the Giagianno stud he'd fucked this past summer, Larry had one hot, fuckable ass. He'd hate to lose him as a work (and fuck) buddy. Actually there wasn't any legitimate reason for Jess Waring to let the Kid go, unless he was just cutting back on man power. In that case Larry certainly was low man in the pecking order. But it made no sense to Sammy. While they might not be selling all that many vehicles, the service shop remained top notch. Why get rid of a service man with the knowledge Larry had gained since his employ? Regardless, there was little he could do about it but hope for the best.

Stopping off at his locker Larry slipped out of his work boots and stripped the grease-stained overalls from his young, taut body to reveal the short-sleeved t-shirt and faded denim jeans he wore beneath. Slipping into his white Reebock hi-tops he secured the locker and quickly exited the work area. Up the enclosed stairwell he pushed the heavy steel door open into the office area. Since it was well after five there were only a couple of stragglers in their cubicles, finishing up their individual projects before calling it a day. Larry's long legs brought him over to the General Manager's office where he knew Waring had set up camp for the duration. The secretary's desk was tidy and unoccupied, signaling her earlier departure. Larry reached for the door handle to the office. After quick consideration he paused to rap on the door before letting himself in.

Jess Waring sat behind the desk in a plush, comfortable-looking executive chair with a cell phone to his ear. He motioned for Larry to wait while he continued his conversation. Larry's eyes disinterestedly roamed about the interior of the office and finally came to rest, with much more interest, on the boss. Jess was certainly an imposing figure. Having seen him on several of Jess' visits to the shop Larry knew he easily topped six feet. His hair was short, light brown and conservatively cut with no visible part, just pushed back from a proud forehead. Larry figured he was a handsome enough man who sported a husky, athletic build. To the younger man he looked like a professional ball player, sort of like Chipper from his home state Braves. The closely cropped goatee, which looked more like a three day's growth, was shaved close to the edges of his lips but failed to hide the cleft in his strong, square chin. His lower lip was fuller than its mate, the corners of his mouth dimpled and giving the impression of a perpetual grin.

Fully aware that the young stud was checking him out, Jess found himself doing the same. Up close and personal Larry presented even prettier a picture than he had on the surveillance monitors. He stood there before Jess at about six feet, faded jeans and short-sleeved tee covering what Jess knew to be a nicely trim, smooth body. First thing that caught his attention were the Kid's eyes. Sexily doe-shaped, they appeared to be a deep shade of green and exuded a sense of youthful innocence. But from what Jess witnessed in the service shop there was nothing innocent about the boy. The Kid was built for sin. He had the smoothest, creamiest complexion, just the kind Jess liked to shoot his hot load all over. He doubted the Kid could even grow decent facial hair; probably just sprouted some sparse wisps here and there. But Larry more than made up for it with the breathtaking locks atop his cute head. It was longish, straight and sandy colored, parted high on one side and flopping down across his forehead to effectively cover one eye. Jess remembered how he'd constantly thrown those shiny, corn silk locks back while he was being savagely fucked by the other two workers. Just looking at the sexpot was making Jess' randy prick stiffen in his pants. He just had to have what some of his other employees were already getting---a piece of that fine Southern ass.

Hastily finishing up his call he made a show of reaching for an employee file, purposely failing to invite Larry to be seated. If things went the way he planned the Kid wouldn't be sitting long anyway.

Paging through the few papers he remarked, "Macon, Georgia, eh? You're a long way from home, boy."

"I reckon so, sir," Larry responded with a small nervous smile. The sound of that lazy southern drawl made Jess' cock pound his briefs up against the inside of his slacks.

"So what made you come up to these parts?" he inquired.

Larry dug his hands deep in his pockets and shifted on his feet, his good-looking face taking on an "aw shucks" expression. Clucking his tongue he sheepishly replied, "I done got me a girl in trouble up here and now we got ourselves a kid."

Jess tossed the file to side and relaxed into the chair with his arms on the rests and his thighs casually widespread. "Yeah, I see that from your file. Not married, though. Planning to be?"

"Hell no!" Larry's green eyes widened. "I might be the baby's daddy but that don't mean I hafta marry its mama. Not if'n I don't love her!"

Jess chuckled at the Kid's response and brought a hand up to massage his grizzly chin. "Smart Kid," he commented. "Trust me, stay single." Then, shifting subjects, "You like working here, Larry?"

"I surely do," Larry answered eagerly. "Always have liked working on cars, ever since I was a young'n."

"And is Sammy teaching you the ropes down there in the shop?" There was the briefest of hesitation from Larry which failed to go unnoticed by Jess. He smiled inwardly at Larry's sudden discomfort, himself privy to the true relationship between the master mechanic and his young apprentice.

"He surely is," Larry finally replied. "Sammy, he's a good man."

And nobody knows that better than you, Jess thought. "Tell me about it. What did you work on today?" But idle chit chat had gone on long enough and, anxious to get to the purpose he'd called this meeting, Jess made a bold move. As the younger man went into a diatribe about the repairs he'd performed today Jess slipped his arm off the chair and brought his big paw to the mound in the front of his Dockers. His actions weren't lost on Larry, who stumbled in his recitation as his doe eyes took in the sight of the handsome boss man lewdly squeezing his abundant crotch.

"Let's stop jerking around here, Kid." Jess' deep voice had dropped to a sultry, conspiratorial tone. "I know you like to play. And I've got something here that you're going to enjoy a whole lot."

Larry had stopped talking, his eyes trained on the formidable bulge being groped by the older man. He licked his lips in anticipation, unintentionally signaling to Jess that he'd taken the bait. Larry felt that all-too-familiar itch deep up inside his asshole and knew that he just had to get fucked. And the man seated there before him certainly looked like he had all the right equipment to perform the task.

"Lock that door behind you and get the hell over here," Jess barked.

Larry readily obeyed, practically falling over his long legs in his haste to swing around the desk. As Jess swiveled the chair to face him Larry dropped to his knees between the spread of Jess' thighs and replaced the man's big hand with his own. His eyes flashed with wonder when he felt the impressive piece still hidden behind the shiny zipper.

"Go on, Kid, take it out!" Jess snarled at him. With a sense of nervous expectation Larry fumbled with the clasp on the tan slacks and dragged the zipper down to the spread of Waring's legs. Mercifully released, a huge bulge pulsed white briefs outward from the spread of the pants. His mouth gone dry, Larry separated the folds of the slacks wider to give the thing even more freedom. The contained cock flexed rhythmically against the white cotton and, before the younger man's wondrous eyes, a wet spot appeared where the head of the prick lay restlessly angled toward the man's left hip. With his heart thudding in his young chest Larry curled the fingers of both hands under the elastic waistband of those briefs, pulling them out and downward and released the beast from captivity. His doe-shaped eyes flared and he uttered a tiny whimper when the huge, pulsating shaft sprang out to stand majestically arced toward it's owners belly. The huge meat thrusting out from Jess' hairy groin was every bit of ten, manly-thick inches covered with blood-engorged veins, some as wide as Larry's pinky finger. The breath-taking shaft was capped by an almost plum-sized man-shroom, its deep slash glistening with dew-drops of succulent pre-cum. A pair of big and meaty low-hangers spilled free from the confinement of the briefs, their satiny surface coated with man hair.

Hooking the briefs under those bloated nads Larry sat back on his haunches to marvel at the beauty. Jess snorted triumphantly; the Kid was hooked on him. But he hadn't brought the young mechanic there to merely offer a free show. Jess was as sexed-up as he could ever remember being and he was ready to fuck.

"You just gonna stare at it all afternoon?" he barked. "C'mon, Kid, eat my dick!"

Larry eyed the fat swollen cock hovering menacingly over Jess' belly mere inches from his face. Placing both hands on the man's beefy widespread thighs his head shot forward and he gulped the leaking head into his hungry mouth. Painting the bulbous knob with warm saliva he savored the flavors of the tasty mangoo issuing from the chunky slash. He swirled around the meaty ridge of the heated helmet, causing Jess' manly body to shudder each time his rapidly flicking tongue worked on the tight bundle of nerves on the underside. Jess growled his pleasure at the mind-blowing sensations young Larry was bringing to his stiff organ. If the Kid was this good at lapping head Jess couldn't wait until he started working on the rest of the stalk.

He didn't have to wait long. Larry wrapped one grease-stained hand around the thick, hairy base, and drew it into a more upright position while his mouth continued to ravenously slurp on the oozing crown. Spreading his jaws wider he took in more of the shaft, his lips twitching around the huge, bloated dick. Jess watched in wide-eyed fascination as the Southern slut swallowed again and again, each time forcing more and more of the man-sized boner into his wet gullet. The kid gagged momentarily when the cock head breached his throat and Jess thought sure that would be it, but Larry impressed him by continuing onward until all ten inches were buried between his lips. Gripping the arm rests, Jess tossed his head from side to side against the chair back and gnashed his pearly whites together. His big man cock felt so fucking good entrenched in the Kid's cute face. It really shouldn't have caught him this much by surprise, but cute Larry was one bitchin' cock hound!

"That's it, Kid," he snarled. "Eat every fuckin' inch of that man cock!"

Jess' thick, fragrant pubes tickled Larry's nose as he fought to remain down there for long as he could with the boss' big meat lodged deep in his throat. His nostrils flared widely, sucking in oxygen and inhaling the enticing scents emanating from Jess' manly crotch. The slick corridor of his throat hummed pleasurably around the thick column of meat, causing the bigger man to squirm about in his seat. His jaws already ached from being stretched so wide apart to accommodate the fat horse cock but Larry valiantly held on, proving to the boss what a valuable asset he truly was.

When he just couldn't hold out any longer Larry came up off the big leaking prick emitting a primal cry. His mouth hovered over the twitching crown, his lips still pouched out and wide open allowing pent-up saliva to cascade down over the hefty tool. His breathing was heavy and ragged, his sweet hot breath washing over the sensitive glans and causing it to twitch excitedly. And then he was on it again, swirling his tongue all over the great bulbous knob and lapping along the full length of the upright erection. He nuzzled his face into the hairy base, chewing on the thick root for awhile before slithering his tongue in criss-cross motions upward toward the towering head. Ravenously engulfing the leaking helmet and first few inches of the handsome cock young Larry furiously bobbed his head up and down while he noisily slurped on the tasty beef.

Yanking off his polo shirt, thereby exposing his hairy muscular chest, Jess groaned hotly and dug his big fingers into the Kid's long, silky hair, muscling Larry's head further down on his pulsating shaft. He could feel well over half his ten steely inches being deliciously pumped deep in the young mechanic's voraciously sucking mouth. Larry's hands were gripping hold of him under the outside of his widespread beefy thighs for support while his warm lips sluiced up and down the engorged boner. He could easily understand why the Kid was the favorite plaything of tattooed mechanic Sammy Smithfield; Larry sucked a mean cock!

Wet hungry slurping sounds emanated from the frothy lips surrounding the thick shaft, further enticing Jess' savage libido and causing the cum to boil in his nut sac. With a sex-heated growl he roughly yanked his tool from the Kid's sucking maw and slapped it against one side of Larry's creamy face, then the other. Larry's mouth remained invitingly open, his wet tongue distended, as the heavy meat punched against his cheeks. Before Jess had the chance to feed him again, Larry dove face-first between the juncture of the bigger man's hairy, parted thighs licking and sucking on the boss' fat man balls. A bestial type of groan came from him as he washed his tongue over the wrinkly sac, flattening dark wiry hairs against the loaded sperm sac. The hefty nuts glistened with saliva after Larry sucked one, then the other, into his mouth and chewed on each egg. Jess gasped hotly when he ventured even lower, the tip of his tongue wriggling its way into his ripe and sweaty grundel. Lifting himself to allow Larry easier access, he sighed mightily and ground his head against the back of the chair when he felt the Kid swiping up and down his greasy ass crack and poking at his hot man hole.

Hunkered down contentedly in the chair he threw one big hairy leg up on the desk and allowed Larry to chow down on his manly asshole while he casually stroked his big meat. The Kid's tongue repeatedly flicked over his quivering bud, causing a steady flow of rich pre-cum to flow from the mouth of the huge pecker and lubricate Jess' pumping fist. Jess could have stayed at it just like that, slowly jerking himself while the Kid gorged himself on pungent asshole---but Larry had other things in mind.

His tongue continued to swipe through Jess' tasty ditch while his hands moved to free himself of tee-shirt, jeans and briefs. Taking a moment to give his freed prick a few long-overdue strokes he rose up from between Jess' parted thighs and turned his back on the man. Jess' eyes feasted on the Kid's broad shoulders which tapered down in a sinful "V" to a narrow waist, the smooth planes of his back separated by a deeply-etched spine. Larry's butt was shaped like a set of sweet, succulent pears, ripe and ready for any available he-man to dive right in and bruise them.

Larry's longish hair flipped over his bare shoulder when he jerked his head around to gauge the distance between him and the seated stud. And then he was stepping backward, bringing his slimmer legs to the outsides of Jess' hairy, outstretched limbs. Anticipating what was about to happen, Jess' took hold of the Kid by the waist to steady him with one hand and grasped his cock around the base with the other to hold it upright. Larry's own hands were on his thighs as he squatted lower until he felt the oozing dick head brush against his starving asshole. Jess sighed throatily when he felt the heat from the Kid's fuck hole wash over his sensitive glans, prompting Larry to move his ass around in small circular motions until the fat head popped into the mouth of his ass. Jess' meaty schlong was so slick with free-flowing pre-cum that it easily slipped into the moist folds of Larry's hot cunt. The younger man steadily slid down the rigid shaft until he was seated on Jess' groin, the big man's crinkly bush tickling his upper ass flesh.

"Fuck yeah!" Jess bellowed, all ten inches of his manhood devoured by one of the sweetest asses he'd ever taken. Both his hands were now on Larry's trim hips while his head rolled to and fro against the back of the office chair. If he could have seen Larry's face he would have creamed just from the look of rapture registered on the good looking young man's features. Larry's eyes were rolled up dreamily and his jaw hung slack, ecstatic from the hugeness of the gut buster embedded in his spasming channel.

Once his ass became acclimated to it, Larry began to move himself up and down on the hard man dick with an ever-increasing speed. He shafted himself on the full length of the fuck rod. From his vantage point Jess lustily observed Larry's wet ass guts cling to his slick pole when on the rise, the swollen pink ass lips distended by the fat cock head lodged right there. And then the Kid was dropping himself like a runaway elevator, plunging straight down to Jess' hairy, bloated nut sac. Again and again he rose and fell, fucking the strong cock with all the stamina he could muster. Whereas co-worker Sammy Smithfield had a fat ass-splitter, the boss man boasted a long thick piece of man meat which reached into spots previously uncharted by the tattooed mechanic. He loved the awesome kick it gave to his belly when buried all the way up in his guts. Larry ground his tailbone against Jess' sweaty groin, allowing the plum-like cock head to stir up his insides from a variety of angles and cause his entire body to shudder uncontrollably.

Jess was enjoying hell out of being a cock perch but he wasn't a man readily eager to give up control to anyone. On the Kid's upstroke he clamped his paws under those youthful pink cheeks, effectively holding Larry's butt above him and began thrusting his prick in and out of the juicy asshole. His fat ten inch long dong made hard, deliberate upward slams into the Kid's fiery shit chute, churning up his insides and wreaking havoc on his sensitive joy knob. The chair rocked on its wheels while he plunged full-length to the pubes in the sweet male cunt, holding onto Larry's butt cheeks and ravaging the tight ass with every ounce of his formidable strength.

Larry's nearly-slender body, caught somewhere between boy and man, was gleaming with sweat as Jess pump-stroked up into him. His cute face was flushed, his eyes glazed with sex and his semi-long hair growing wet. His nicely sized, often neglected, young dick was leaking a steady rope of clear mangoo. The veins beneath the surface throbbed with need while the entire shaft turned an angry purple color and seemed to harden like cement. Still he gave it no attention. His pleasure came from the rampant rod power-fucking his warm, mushy hole and making him delirious with sexual excitement. If he was going to get off it would be from the thick man dick pounding his ass raw, not from his own manual manipulation. When he wanted his cock to be the source of satisfaction he buried it in pussy; when a dude fucked him, it was all about his snug cunt and the inexplicable sensations the thick log of cock meat brought to the very core of his being. When he came, it would be from the fuck and nothing else.

With his last gut-wrenching fuck stroke Jess kept himself embedded between the Kid's ass cheeks, amused at the way Larry's hot ass ring clamped around the hairy base of his dick. Grabbing his fuck toy around the waist with one strong, hairy forearm he hoisted himself to his feet. With one sweep of his arm he cleared the desk and quickly bent Larry over it. The Kid's naked upper body rested on the polished wood surface, his arms stretched across it while his fingers clung to the opposite edge. His legs were anchored wide, heels rising from the floor each time Jess reared into him from this new position. He alternated his fucking, first with some short stabs and then some long, full length strokes that turned young Larry's hole inside out. Bathed in perspiration Jess fucked the Kid with all his might, his handsome face reflecting his determination. His lips were stretched in a snarl, his teeth grinding together while he roughly fucked his ten-inch pleaser into he greasy ass pucker. The grunts, groans and near whimpers from Larry spurred him into ramming speed. Sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed off the paneled walls of the office. The sweat trickling down from under Larry's long, wet locks began a trail which ran down his indented spine and slipped into the crack of his ass, aiding Jess' powerful fuck with natural lubrication.

"Oh, yeah, man," Larry moaned in his Southern drawl, his head thrashing from side and side. "That's it! Fuck me!"

"You like that, Kid? You like the way I fuck?" Jess growled through gritted teeth. "Better than Sammy, isn't it?"

"S-Sammy?" he stuttered, wondering how the boss knew. But then it no longer mattered. His body was suddenly encompassed with a warm almost-frightening glow that emanated from his asshole and traveled from head and toe. His breathing grew short and ragged and he felt like every muscle in his body coiled together. As the hard cock inside him fucked with new determination he uttered a pained cry and shot stream after stream of ball busting cum under the desk. The wicked powerful fuck strokes kept coming---he could actually feel them through his spasming dick---riding him through one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced in his young life.

Jess was like a rampant stallion punching into the slimy walls of Larry's shitter which wickedly clenched at his tool while the Kid blew his mind-blowing load. Still he barreled onward, shoving his man meat full length into the suddenly tighter, spasming hole, knowing he was giving the Kid a fuck he'd never forget. It turned him on to witness his mighty shaft sluicing through those perfect pears and pile-driving into the cute Kid. His big, manly body was trembling, but Jess fought his way over the hurtle. He felt his big cock violently throbbing inside the pulsing cunt, seemingly swelling even fatter with each toe-curling stroke. The Kid's shitter continually tightened, then contracted, around his rapidly charging plunger, making the bigger man even more delirious with lust. His eyes became glazed, he felt heavy throbbing at his temples and the rapid beat of his pulse. Feelings of sweet pain and delirious pleasure overtook him and, with a deep satisfying bellow, Jess' swollen sac erupted its boiling load into the depths of Larry's fucked-out bowels.

His hips lurched as spurt after spurt of man cream blew from his piss hole, draining his strength and rendering him dizzy with unbridled ecstasy. Wrapping his strong, hairy arms around Larry's midsection he molded his body to that of the younger man, continually rutting into him with short and deep jabs. Hot gobs of salty semen kept flooding Larry's chasm, more cum than Jess could remember blowing since his own youth. He didn't want the awesome sensation to ever stop!

Larry's insides teased and squeezed his truncheon, trying to claim every last precious drop as their own. They were both enveloped in a type of carnal rapture, at once inclusive---and then exclusive---of each other. As his orgasm wore down Jess took to humping more slowly into the cum drenched, still-tight ass, savoring the awesome glow of after-sex. His heart was thudding in his big chest and his naked body was bathed in perspiration. Burrowing his face into the nape of Larry's neck he planted short little kisses all along the wet flesh before latching onto one ear lobe and whispering hotly, "You're one hot fuck, Kid!"

Larry smiled crookedly and stretched his arms out before him on the desk, languishing in his own bliss. "Pretty darned good yourself, Mr. Waring," he retorted in his adorable Southern drawl.

Jess ran his hands up and down Larry's smooth sides, pausing to cup those perfect ass globes while he ground his slowly deflating cock around inside his own spooge. Fucking Larry had been a real treat! The Kid would just have to put old Sammy Smithfield on hold for a while because Jess intended to fill up his after work happy hour with lots more hot male sex while he continued his extended stay. Making Larry had been relatively easy; Jess' other mark would take a bit more effort. His big dick twitched and instantly came back to life when he thought of Ray, the masculine purchasing manager he'd observed plowing the ass Jess had just scored. Handsome Ray was everything Jess admired and desired in another man, a real rugged, macho type like himself. There was little doubt that type of man was strictly a top, but Jess had plans to break and take that cherry. It would be his ultimate conquest.

With his dick hard as brick once again he began to shove it into the young butt he'd just ravaged. A smile crossed his lips when Larry thrust back against him, signaling that he was more than ready for another round. Yanking his cum-covered cock out of the fuck hole he lifted Larry up onto the desk, splaying the Kid out on his back and crawled atop him. Planting himself between the wide V of the Southern slut's legs he rammed his stallion cock deep into Larry's accommodating asshole and began the fuck anew. This time, though, he wanted to look into the Kid's face and read every expression of sextasy played out there. Somewhere between orgasms the thought came to him that it might be time to consider a promotion for the youth.

Standing on the busy main floor of Penn Station in New York City, Brian McDonoghue knew he was in the midst of a real predicament. Brian, a recent newlywed, was a straight-laced, intelligent Ivy League graduate interning at a prestigious law firm in the city. He was a good-looking young man of twenty-eight with short, conservatively styled strawberry blond hair, soothing blue eyes and a smattering of freckles across the cheeks on his otherwise smooth face. His body was toned and compact, a result of his after-work visits to the company gym, hob-nobbing with the lawyers and trying to make a good impression with the hopes of one day becoming a full-fledged member of the team. Very closely resembling his sister, Brian now found himself torn between loyalty to Tracy and the good old-fashioned male bonding he'd formed over the years with her husband, Joey.

Brian knew it was an odd match from the start. Tracy was an uptown girl; Joey, a downtown boy. She came from a solid, upper class family and graduated near the top of her class. Vincent Giagianno, on the other hand, had deserted his family when Joey was just a young boy, leaving his Puerto Rican wife Sonia to raise his three children on her own. Joey's schooling was minimal at best and he barely managed to achieve his high school diploma. The McDonoghues were livid over Tracy's involvement with the ethnic boy and did their best to discourage the relationship. Only Brian was privy to Tracy's motivation for encouraging Joey: the boy offered a quick way for Tracy to get out from under her parent's often-times domineering thumb. She knew full well she was their spoiled little Princess and, despite everything, they'd never disown her. It was with a great deal of reluctance, and not without much peace-making from Brian, that the two lovebirds wed.

But Tracy wasn't truly in love. Brian knew that, too. His sister was a selfish snob incapable of loving anyone but herself. She kept friends and acquaintances---even family---on a short leash, discarding them at will. Her closest, long-term confidante appeared to be Samantha Smith, another schemer who failed to fool Brian. Samantha was a somewhat attractive lesbian, a fact which would have mortified the elder McDonoghues. Tracy used Samantha's attraction for her to maintain her loyalty. Tracy wasn't really a dyke, but she allowed Samantha to think the other girl's feelings were reciprocated just to keep her close. Every calculating person needed a partner in crime, she was Bonnie to Samantha's Clyde.

As the commuters rushed by him in the station Brian thought back to the telephone conversation they'd had a few nights ago. It was Tracy who had initiated the call. Immediately Brian knew his sister wanted something from him; she never reached out for any other reason. She detailed for him the sad state of her marriage and her desperate need to end it soon, placing all of the blame on poor Joey. After all these years Brian was accustomed to reading between the lines of Tracy's stories and editing her elaborated version of events. Then she dropped the bomb shell: a convoluted plot she had schemed to catch Joey in a compromising position and sue for divorce based on infidelity and mental cruelty. Brian scoffed. Joey was the most easy-going guy he'd ever known. Sometimes he wished his brother-in-law would haul off and backhand his bitch sister for the manner in which she publicly demeaned him.

The lame-brained plot involved Samantha seducing Joey into having sex. Admitting that their marriage had never been consummated, Tracy excitedly told her brother how a sexually frustrated Joey would be easy prey for Samantha's charms. She'd already coached an agreeable Samantha in the act of the seduction. At the height of their passion she would bound into the room, cell phone camera in hand to capture the evidence, and play the horrified and aggrieved wife. A divorce would be forthcoming, she would walk out of it looking like the injured party and rush back into her parent's welcoming arms---and bank accounts. All she asked of Brian was that he sever all ties with Joey, effective immediately.

Brian let Tracy know in no uncertain terms that her plot bordered on insanity and he would have no part in it. He'd secured box seat tickets to the ball game in a couple of days and had invited Joey along. Tracy urged him to cancel; Brian refused. She pulled out all the stops, her tone bordering on hysteria, but Brian stood his ground. If she wanted to end her marriage, that was one thing, but he was not about to throw Joey to the curb just to satisfy his sister's selfish whim.

He'd been troubled over the whole mess since he took that call and wondered, as he stood there awaiting Joey's arrival on the coastal corridor railroad from New Jersey, if the two calculating females had already hatched their monstrous plot. Had his dim-witted jock brother-in-law fallen into Samantha's clutches and unwittingly sealed his own fate? After years of a sexless marriage Joey would most certainly be unable to contain himself when bosomy Samantha threw herself at him. The poor guy was probably so pent-up with sexual frustration that he was ready to fornicate with anything that presented itself to him!

Just then he heard the cheerful shout of "Bri!" and turned his head to see a smiling Joey approaching from across the way. Every time Brian saw Joey he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Having grown up a fair skinned, fair haired altar boy, Brian would have given anything to look like his ethnically handsome, rugged brother-in-law. He was certain Joey was getting more than a couple of looks as he crossed the expanse of the Penn Station terminal. Working with a private construction company and spending most of his time outdoors, Joey's rich tan accentuated his already dark, yet wholesome, Italian/Hispanic features. His big innocent brown eyes were framed with heavy, dark lashes, hooded by eyebrows so thick they nearly bisected across his strong forehead. His lips were pink, full and puffy and his jaw showed at least a day's growth of beard, giving him an even sexier appearance. Brian figured Joey hadn't seen a barber's chair in awhile--his thick dark hair, parted high on one side, covered his ears and hung low in the front over his brow. He was wearing an over sized team t-shirt and faded denim shorts which hung to his knees, but they couldn't conceal the young man's muscular body. Exposed forearms were thick and cabled with prominent veins, his neck nearly bull-sized and his furry legs thick as a tree's trunk with hard bulges of calf muscle. All in all, Brian guessed his brother-in-law was what the ladies would call a stud.

Joey's even white teeth flashed as he grasped Brian's hand in his own big, calloused paw, throwing his other arm around the legal eagle and holding him close in a quick, manly embrace. In those few seconds when their bodies were touching Brian could feel the heavy musculature beneath Joey's shirt. He just couldn't figure what was wrong with his sister that she couldn't appreciate a nice, decent and good-looking man like Joey Giagianno.

They traded pleasantries as they headed for the train which would take them out to Flushing and the ball park. Conversation with Joey was never as intellectually stimulating as it was with his other friends, but Brian enjoyed listening to the younger man's decidedly frivolous banter. Joey's voice was deep and masculine, just like the rest of him, sprinkled every now and then with colorful vulgarities. Well-educated Brian never allowed himself to speak such words but, coming from Joey, they just seemed right. Curiously, or perhaps not so curiously, Tracy's name was never brought up by either of the two.

They arrived at the park, located their seats, then went in search of food. Brian settled on a fat, juicy burger with fries and a Cola; Joey had a heaping sausage and pepper sandwich which he washed down with an overly expensive beer. As the battle between the New York Mets and Florida Marlins began dark clouds slowly crept across the sky, blocking out the remaining sunlight. By the fourth inning the Mets were up by one run and the sky had become ominous. What began as dribbles of raindrops quickly became an out and out downpour. Fans scrambled for cover while the ground's crew pulled a tarp over the infield, waiting for the storm to pass.

It never did. After over an hour of unrelenting rain the game was called. Brian and Joey dashed from the stadium to the train. Not wanting Joey's trip to the city to end so abruptly, Brian suggested his brother-in-law come see his new apartment on the west side. Besides, Brian's wife was visiting her parents in Brooklyn and not expected home for hours. Joey eagerly took Brian up on his invite; it was far too early to return to Jersey anyway.

As luck would have it they were able to hail a cab at the subway stop and make the four block trek without getting any more drenched than they already were. Brian led the way up the three flights of stairs and undid a series of locks, a necessary evil in the city. This amused Joey, who only had to deal with one at his townhouse. As they stepped into the place closing the door behind them Brian immediately removed his shoes, placing them on a plastic mat next to the door. Joey followed suit, even stripping off his white ankle socks and stuffing them in his sneakers.

Brian retrieved a couple of bath towels from a hall closet, tossing one to Joey. Joey roughly massaged the towel through his wet head, leaving his thick locks in disarray and peeled off his t-shirt to dry his damp body. Brian couldn't help but admire Joey's naked glistening torso. His eyes roamed over the big, half-grapefruits of bicep muscle, the huge swells of pectorals capped with deep purplish nipples the size of a fifty cent piece, the sinful taper of his waist and the deeply defined ridges of his abdominal structure. Again he had to wonder about his sister's lack of taste.

"L-let me get you one of my shirts," Brian found himself stammering. "Nah, that's alright," Joey smiled as he continued to towel dry his hunky body. "I'm good. Besides, you probably got nuthin' to fit me anyways."

They went into the kitchen where Brian offered a beer to his hunky brother-in-law, who eagerly accepted. The six pack had been in the fridge for weeks; Brian drank little and only kept it there in case of company, which he now had. Breaking his own rule, Brian popped the top of a can for himself. Joey threw his head back and took a long draw of the ale, swiping the back of his hand across his wet, succulent lips to wipe off the excess. They chatted about the game---or what little they'd seen of it and the performance of some of the players. Ultimately deciding he'd hedged long enough, Brian threw out the question he'd been anxious to ask.

"So how is my sister?"

Joey's handsome face instantly clouded. Averting Brian's eyes, he said, "Alright, I guess."

Brian looked at him pointedly. "You don't sound sure about that, Joe. Is something the matter with Tracy."

Joey was silent for a moment. Brian could see a rage boiling up in the muscular young man and almost regretted having brought up the subject. The darker haired man's nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed before he looked directly at Brian and spat out, "Yea, there's something the matter with your sister, alright. There's something the matter with the both of us. We don't get along."

Brian played dumb. "Jeez, Joey, I'm sorry to hear that. How long has this been going on?

"Almost from the time we said 'I do', that's how long," Joey retorted.

"But it's been years!" Brian sounded astonished.

"Man, don't I know it!" Joey growled, taking another hit off the beer. "She don't wanna do nuthin' with me anymore. Nuthin'! Always off with that fuckin' girlfriend of hers, that Samantha cunt."

Brian winced at the language but prodded him on. "Maybe you both should seek counseling."

"I don't need no counseling," Joey shot back. "She's the head case! We ain't even had sex!"

Brian feigned surprise. "You mean, never!"

"Never! I've tried over and over again. Tried bein' real nice and gentle. Tried to be understanding. But she's got one excuse after another. First she's got a headache. Then she's got her period. Then she tries tellin' me I'm too big. It's one thing after another. What the fuck's a guy s'posed to do, Bri? Huh?"

Brian's eyes widened. So Joey was as big below the waist line as he was above. Not that he was any slouch in the anatomy department himself, but Brian found himself envying his brother-in-law even more. If only he could transfer his brain into Joey's body he'd step into his sneakers in a heartbeat!

"Jeez, Joey, I don't know what to say," Brian replied slowly. "How about before you were married. Certainly you two had some intimate moments then."

"Hell no!" Joey retorted. "She wanted to wait 'til after he was married. Now that's we're married, she don't wanna do it at all!"

Desperate to know if his sister had already hatched her devious plot Brian asked a pointed question. "So what do you do, Joey? I mean, young men like ourselves have strong sexual drives."

Joey whistled and ran a big hand through his damp, ruffled hair. "You're tellin' me? I'm fuckin' horny all the damned time. I mean, all the time! There was lots of times early on I thought about taking some pussy on the side. But I couldn't do that, that's like cheatin', y'know?"

"Yeah but, Joey," Brian replied, spreading his hands, "Tracy may be my sister and all, but I'd understand if you sought relief elsewhere." Then, zeroing in, "With Samantha around as often as you say, you must think sometimes about what it might be like---"

"Fuck that bitch!" Joey shot back angrily. "That's about the last snatch I'd bang! I got me an idea she's the one fillin' Tracy's head with all kind of junk!"

So he hadn't bedded Samantha! The girls hadn't yet advanced their plot. And it didn't appear that it would work, after all. Desperate or not, Joey apparently had no interest in Samantha Sullivan.

Brian reached out a hand and squeezed Joey's big, rounded shoulder, amazed by how hard it was. "I'm sorry my sister has placed you in this predicament, Joe. I'm sorry she's forced you to rely on pleasuring yourself to seek relief."

Joey had been looking down at his big, beefy toes. His eyes shot up sheepishly to peer at Brian through the wavy, wet bangs that had fallen to shield them. "I got other ways," he said mysteriously.

"Other ways?" Brian's brow furrowed. "But I thought you said you wouldn't---"

"Not with pussy," Joey told him quietly. "I got me some buddies. We take care of each other."

Shock registered on Brian's face. "B-buddies," he stammered. "You mean, male buddies?"

Joey smirked. "Is there any other kind? Fuck buddies, that's what we are. When you need to let off some steam and your pussy ain't puttin' out, it's good to have a fuck buddy around."

"Wh-what do you do?" Brian asked incredulously.

Joey rolled his eyes. "What the fuck you think, Bri? We fuck. We suck. Y'know, basic sex shit!"

The very idea of husky, masculine Joey engaging in sexual relations with another man was practically impossible for Brian to fathom. But here he was, half naked there in the kitchen, revealing it as a fact.

"Don't you have a fuck buddy, Bri'?" he asked.

"N-no," Brian shook his head.

"Shit, I thought every guy did," he replied, leaning against the counter top. "At least, lot of guys I know do."

"Married men?" Brian asked, the revelation almost too much to bear.

"Sure, married men. Damn, Bri, you really mean you never---?"

Brian's eyes glazed over in memory of times past as he slowly said, "Back when I was a young boy, just reaching puberty, my friends and I would masturbate together. Sometimes we would handle each other. But that's kids being curious."

"Hell, I never messed around with buddies when I was a kid," Joey told him. "But now I got me lots of buddies to help me get off. Feels real fuckin' good too, Bri, 'specially when you got a dick poundin' up your ass and hittin' that thing up there makes you go apeshit! And it ain't like you're cheatin' on your wife. I mean, it's with a dude, not a dame. That's not really cheatin', is it?"

Brian wanted to tell him infidelity was infidelity, regardless of the gender of the participants, but doubted it would penetrate Joey's brain. He was stunned by the admission he'd just heard. The thought of his masculine brother-in-law bending over and taking another man inside him was unthinkable. And yet he couldn't deny that he was suddenly aroused by the scandalous thought of it all.

Joey saw Brian's arousal tenting the front of his shorts and uninhibitedly reached a hand out to fondle the growth. Brian sucked in lung's full of shocked breath, yet his feet remained rooted to the spot and he did nothing to stop the other man.

"Damn Bri'," he said with a mischievous smile on his handsome face, "looks like you could use a little buddy help, too."

"Joey, I--I," But the last vestiges of self restraint had worn off and Brian could no longer deny his curiosity. "Yesssssssss," he hissed.

Joey dropped down on his haunches in front of his brother-in-law and worked the zipper on Brian's shorts, quickly yanking them down around his ankles. Brian's contained beast was pounding against the front of his boxer briefs, which displayed a tell-tale wet spot. Joey placed a big, calloused palm against the form and ran his hand up and down a few anticipatory times before grasping hold of the briefs and pulling them down. Hooking the front of the briefs just under Brian's low hangers he took his wife's brother's cock in hand and gave it a few introductory strokes. Brian had a decent piece of man-meat, not especially fat, but a good seven inches with a classically shaped helmet.

Licking his lips sensuously he gazed up at Brian, who stood there slack-jacked while Joey manhandled him and smiled. "You're really gonna like this, bud." With that he leaned in and ran his tongue up the underside of the fuck tube, swirled it around the rim of the bulb and washed it over the surface. With his legs quivering, Brian was forced to grasp the edge of the counter top behind him. He couldn't believe his hunky brother-in-law was down there licking his unit! But that's precisely what Joey was doing, slithering his tongue all over and around the pulsing thing making it glisten with his warm spittle. The husky jock yawned his puffy lips around the mushroom shaped knob and slurped greedily on the chunky helmet while he pumped the shaft in his beefy fist. Joey groaned his delight when he tasted the first salty surge of pre-cum wash over his wet tongue. His shadowy cheeks hollowed as he continued to give Brian's cockhead the famous Bud's Hut glory hole treatment.

With his free hand Joey scooped up Brian's heavy ball bag and fondled it, perhaps a bit too roughly, in his work-calloused palm. Joey grinned wolfishly when he heard the low moan his manly manipulations elicited from his brother-in-law. Brian's lusty response challenged him to gulp down a few inches of the heated shaft. His slick tongue teased the main vein while he sucked noisily on the man meat captured in his hot mouth. Caught up in flames of forbidden passion, Brian stared down at the heavily-muscled construction worker who was so expertly giving him glorious head. Never in his wildest fantasies would be have imagined macho, dumb jock Joey down there, sitting back on his heels and feasting on his rock-hard penis. If his sister, Tracy Kim, ever found out about this she wouldn't need to hatch her stupid plot. But Brian already knew he had no intention of telling her; he was enjoying it far too much.

Sucking hotly on brother-in-law boner Joey suddenly decided the time had come to amp up the action and show Brian some more of his practiced buddy talents. With a deep, hungry gargle he gobbled up Brian's meat until the heavily leaking head was pressed against his throat. With a final athletic swallow he took the rest of the thing until his lips were twitching around the hairy root of Brian's member. Brian's eyes shot wide open as he let out a shocked gasp of unexpected delight, his knuckles turned white from gripping the counter's edge so tightly. Joey had taken his shaft right down to his strawberry colored pubic bush! No one had ever done that to him before---not even his own wife, who wasn't exactly enamored of oral sex. It felt like Joey was humming on his entire shaft as he continued to hold it down there in his throat. Before he even realized what he was doing Brian began to move his hips, gliding his happy erection out of Joey's hot throat and then all the way back down again.

Joey had little problem handling Brian's piece. He just held his maw open and let Brian use him like face pussy. Seven inches was seven inches, but Joey'd taken a whole heck of a lot more in his career as a buddy cocksucker. Crouching there and flicking his tongue over and around the pistoning cock meat he once again recalled that awesome, jaw-breaking, ass-wrecking uncut monster he'd both taken down his throat and up his butt through the hole in the wall at Bud's. That one had really hit the spot! Too bad it turned out to belong to the Giagianno family's nemesis, that sonofabitch convict Javier Santiago. Javier was in prison now, serving time for drug trafficking, and more than likely feeding that beautiful fuck monster to some lucky cell mate. There were nights, though, that Joey's hungry asshole longed for just one more fuck from the evil tattooed Puerto Rican.

All this reminiscing and cock sucking was making Joey hornier than a toad. Taking a few last gulps on the dick, which was slamming into him much more fiercely now, he spat it out and came up from his screaming haunches to stand before his brother-in-law. Snapping the clasp of his shorts he reached down into the dampness and clutched his pulsing organ.

"You wanna try now, Bri?" he innocently asked the sexed-up man.

Completely dumbfounded by this whole series of events Brian found himself without voice but strangely nodded in the affirmative. He didn't know what in heck had come over him; he'd never even thought of engaging in homosexual relations before. But there was no denying the sexual arousal or unspeakable yearning he felt from the moment his brother-in-law's lips touched his manhood. Joey's big triceps flared as he reached behind and hoisted himself up on the counter top, sitting there before Brian with his hairy, muscular thighs spread wide and his lumberjack-sized legs dangling downward. He lifted his bubble butt from the surface so he could wrangle off his shorts and briefs and leaned back on one elbow, his throbbing erection arcing upward strong and proud.

Brian's eyes flared wide, his jaw dropped and he swallowed hard when he got his first look at Joey's beefsteak. It was a manlier piece than Brian could ever have imagined, aptly complimenting the rest of the young man's body. It rose strongly from a dense thatch of dark public hair not much longer than Brian's own penis, but thick around as his wrist. From its already thick base it swelled out even larger midway up the shaft, like some sort of reptile that had swallowed its prey whole. The crown atop the majestic staff was huge, big as a peach and so perfect in its symmetry it could have been molded by an artist. The whole thing looked angry, its bronzed surface bulging with thick veins turning it a shade of strangling purple. Brian found himself suddenly frightened of the formidable erection, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from it. A startled cry escaped his trembling lips as his wondrous eyes observed the thick, fleshy lips atop Joey's mushroom open and emit a surge of clear liquid.

Joey pressed the back of his fist against the strong penis, effectively forcing it into a more upright position and offered it to Brian. Brian watched the now steady flow of preliminary semen lazily ooze down the pulsing, thickly veined organ. Without even realizing he'd done it, Brian's tongue lolled out and washed over his lips from corner to corner. All reason was telling him he shouldn't---for crap's sake, he was a recently married man---but Brian couldn't restrain himself, he just had to taste it!

Stepping forward, his achingly hard penis leading the way (and dripping its own flow of pre-cum onto the tiled floor), Brian leaned forward and anchored his hands to the counter on either side of Joey's beefy loins. With his clean-shaven face close to the huge bulbous cock head he was looking it right in the leaking eye. The scent of musky male sex emanating from Joey's hairy crotch was intoxicating. With a hint of trepidation he stuck out his tongue and gingerly glided it over the velvety smooth surface of the huge helmet. Joey's joy juice coated his taster and Brian paused momentarily to smack his lips, swish it around in his mouth and savor the heretofore unfamiliar taste of precum. He found it to be not at all distasteful, quite heady and exactly what he would have expected bull's balls like his studly brother-in-law's might produce. Satisfied with his discovery he began lapping at the delicious cockhead more earnestly.

"That's right, Bri," Joey coached, awestruck that his bro-in-law was actually between his thighs doing what his wife, the sister, wouldn't. "Feels great, Bri. Just keep lickin' my head, just like that! Ohhhhhhh, dude, that feels soooo good!"

Brian needed no encouragement. High on the taste of Joey's constantly flowing man juice he ravenously ran his tongue all over the huge bulb and swirled it around the meaty, half-inch thick rim. Stretching his lips wide as he could he took the big knob into his mouth, locked them around the crown and feverishly sucked on it.

"Yeah, Bri, that's it!" Joey breathlessly encouraged. "Take me in your mouth! Suck on that head! You got this, dude, you got this!"

Even though his jaws already ached Brian found himself thoroughly aroused and wanting more of Joey's monstrously thick meat. With an almost painful sounding gulp he swallowed, his lips gliding down a few inches of the pulsing shaft until he reached the tremendous swell at mid point where it grew thick as the head. Fighting hard not to choke on the engorged penis which had blocked off his wind pipe, the married man quickly learned to breath solely through his nose. Saliva, heavily doused with precum, frothed at the impossibly stretched corners of his mouth as Brian lustily sucked on the captured inches.

The fair-haired man whimpered when he felt Joey's big working man's hand wrap around the back of his sweaty neck. The thought fleetingly occurred to him that his new bride could possibly come home early and walk in on the bawdy scene. But at this point he no longer cared. He was carried away with male sex lust and nothing was going to stop him from experiencing whatever Joey had to offer.

Momentarily coming up for air, Brian reluctantly let the sex tool unplug his mouth. An enormous amount of his own spittle drooled along the length of the fat shaft, pooling in the dark hairs surrounding the thick base of the mighty erection. He suddenly realized he was breathing heavily and tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes. Swiping the back of a hand across his mouth Brian attempted, although unsuccessfully, to wrap his fingers around the base of the boner and went down on it again licking all along the hot stalk. His tongue glided over bloated cock veins, encircled the entire shaft and teased the bundle of nerves just under the shelf-like head. Rabid with cock lust he devoured the tasty rod once more, swallowing the gargantuan mushroom to the back of his throat and inching his lips over the equally wide midriff. He didn't stop until he'd successfully gotten past the ultra-fat point, groaning his satisfaction and milking the cock with all he had in him.

"You like my dick, dontcha, bud?" Joey grinned dopily at him with a mischievous bobbing of his heavy eyebrows. Although he couldn't make out Brian's muffled reply Joey had a fairly good idea what the response had been. It was such a turn on for him seeing his cock buried in the face of Brian, who looked so very much like his sister. Was almost as if, finally, Tracy was down there eating him like a pig. Only it wasn't Tracy, the frigid bitch. It was her brother Brian, being turned on for the first time to buddy sex.

Brian came up again looking a mess. Heaving for oxygen, saliva freely leaked from his mouth down over his chin and drooled onto Joey's equipment. Tears leaked from his red-rimmed eyes and snot ballooned from his flaring nostrils. He looked nothing like the conservative Yuppie Ivy League lawyer he actually was. He looked across the perfect specimen of man that was his brother-in-law and finally managed, "I want you inside me!"

Joey's eyes bugged. "Y-you mean you want me to fuck you, Bri?"

His breathing still ragged, Brian bobbed his head. "Yes. Take me, please!"

Joey clucked his tongue. "Jeez, I dunno, Bri. This bein' your first time and me bein' so big and all, it's prob'ly gonna hurt."

"I don't care!" Brian insisted. "Isn't that what my sister says, that you're too big? I'm not saying that, Joey. I want you to take me and use me like you've always wanted to use her. Show me what it's like, Joey. I can't stop now. I've got to know."

Wordlessly Joey slid off the counter top, put a hand behind Brian's neck and led him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. Lightly pushing Brian onto his back on the bed Joey murmured for him to wait there and disappeared into the adjoining bath room. Aroused beyond belief and anxious for his virgin hole to be breached Brian pondered the fact that it would take place right here in his marriage bed. It seemed downright scandalous but, then again, didn't everything he'd experienced in the past hour? For the first time in his life he'd stepped outside the box and was enraptured by all of it.

Joey emerged a few moments later carrying a bottle of baby oil and towels. "This'll do," he said as he crawled onto the bed between Brian's outstretched legs. Obeying Joey's instructions Brian lifted his legs while the stronger man arranged the towel beneath him and set the bottle of oil to the side.

"Gotta loosen you up a little bit, bud," Joey told him. The ethnic stud licked his lips as he looked at the tight pink bud exposed to him between Brian's raised, outstretched thighs. Brian squirmed when he ran a thick finger over the virgin pucker and his eyes shot wide when he felt Joey's unshaven face go down between his buttocks. Joey's wet tongue swirled around the suddenly quivering hole, causing Brian to buck with unspoken delight. Joey flicked with just the tip against Brian's ass lips, tickling them and causing them to slowly relax. Soon they pulsed outward and Joey took full advantage of the opportunity to slip his tongue into the slippery anus. Brian writhed like bacon in grease when he felt Joey's hot tongue wriggling around inside him. Joey latched his lips onto Brian's bottom mouth and sucked on the ass while thrusting his tongue all the way up in his brother-in-law's chute. He stabbed in and out of the steamy aperture, fucking Brian with his tongue while he feasted on the tangy man juices expelled by the virgin ass. It took a long time of ass eating, but eventually Joey felt Brian's sphincter relax and knew he was ready as he would ever be.

Joey uncapped the plastic container and doused his rigid cock with the liquid, using his fist to coat it from stem to stern. The hugely fat cock looked enticingly handsome, its entire surface glistening with oil. Joey then squeezed a healthy amount directly on Brian's bugger and smeared it about, using the side of his big hand to grease up the crack and then the tips of two fingers to work it around the bud. Even more oil was applied and suddenly Joey's big thumb was gliding into Brian's hot hole, circling the perimeter and coating it with lube. Brian's hips began to slowly undulate as he lay there manhandled on the bed, uncertain of what was to come but thinking this wasn't so bad. Opening up Brian more and more with his thick fingers Joey shoved the spout of the bottle right up against the other man's hole and squeezed a good amount of the oil directly into his rectum. Brian's ass lips were alternately constricting and contracting as his body naturally reacted to expel the fluid. Joey hastily crawled up into position between Brian's creamy thighs and guided his big cock head to the well-greased hole.

"There ain't no other way of sayin' it, Bri. This is gonna hurt," he warned. "Just try pushin' back against it. It'll make it easier for ya."

Joey knew Brian's apprehensive eyes were on him as he nudged his big knob against the oily anus, searching for entry. Brian's untrained ass wasn't going to give easily so Joey had no choice but to force the issue. Using his formidable fuck strength he shoved his massive cockhead up against the tight ass lips and savagely ground it around until it victoriously popped into Brian's virgin glove. Brian's eyes flared wide and he barked a guttural cry of pain. His head and upper back momentarily shot up from the mattress before crashing back down onto the sheets. He writhed about in his marriage bed gnashing his teeth while white hot sparks of passion scorched through his lower extremities. His breached ass ring clung hotly to Joey's organ at the top of the shaft just below the helmet. Brian knew he was knotted like a dog and there'd be no getting it out until Joey had spewed his semen and lost his erection.

"You okay, Bri?" Joey asked, all concern. "Like I said, just push back against me like as if you're trying to force it out."

Brian bore down on the fierce cockhead and tricky Joey punched a few more inches up inside him. The quivering ring of the young lawyer's asshole flared around the bloated midriff of Joey's dick, frighteningly wide as the ass-splitting head. Figuring he might be alright once he got past that point Brian pushed again, momentarily comparing himself to a woman giving birth. Joey took the opportunity to bury himself to the balls deep inside Brian's ass pit. Brian's sphincter grabbed tightly around the thick base of Joey's super erection and his entire colon seemed to go into spasms. Dumbfounded, Joey watched as Brian's dick began shooting wads of cum out and over his heaving chest.

"Damn, Bri, I ain't even started fucking and you've come already?" He marveled.

Brian rode the crest of his unexpected orgasm, caught totally off guard with his body's instantaneous reaction to the thick penis lodged in his rectum. It was an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm, the likes of which he'd never experienced before. He felt like his entire body was consumed with a white hot fire which ignited in his bowels and quickly spread through every nerve ending. Joey hadn't moved a muscle, the look on his naive face a classic in bewilderment. He was enjoying the slippery socket of Brian's impaled pussy twitching maddeningly around his manhood. Scooping up some of the spent semen with his thick fingers Joey brought it to his mouth and tasted the load.

"Ummmmmmmm, pretty good Bri," he complimented. "Here, try some." And with that he swirled his fingers in a puddle of the goo and pressed it between Brian's lips. Brian eagerly accepted the offering, tasting himself for the first time, and sucked on Joey's thick digits until he'd cleaned them of his heady spunk.

Then Joey began the fuck. He started with long slow strokes, torturing Brian's sphincter with the passage of his wide midriff on both withdrawal and insertion. Brian learned to breathe in deeply each time he rode that stupendous crest and soon, miraculously, found himself craving it. Joey fucked him deep, slipping that mammoth cock head way up inside until his furry ball sac pressed against brother-in-law ass. Brian's head was flailing back and forth on the fluffy pillows and his hands were clutching the bed sheets, but Joey appreciated that he was taking it like a man.

Lifting Brian's ass higher Joey dropped to a more prone position, his muscular body hovering over his wife's brother while his huge arms supported him to either side of Brian. In this new position he began to pick up the pace, pounding more feverishly into Brian's stretched chasm. Impulsively Brian wrapped a hand around Joey's bull-sized neck and pulled him down until their lips were locked together. Tongues hungrily fought for dominance in lusty mouths as their loins slapped together with increased fervor. Brian's hands cupped Joey's strong unshaven jaw and sucked his face the way his sister should have if only she was capable of appreciating the stud she'd married. His tongue sloshed through Joey's mouth, tasting the maleness of him and arousing the handsome ethnic man to an all new level.

Joey started really driving with his hips, humping his dong deep into Brian's guts with each powerful thrust. Up on his beefy toes he drove his powerful weapon straight down through the ravaged eye of Brian's ultra-tight asshole, pumping right down to the short hairs. Joey wasn't exactly sure, but he had an idea Brian was really enjoying getting dicked his first time out, same as Joey had. Each time he punched forward, filling Brian's bowels with hard thick dick, there came a deep almost painful grunt from the other man---but he never once told Joey to stop. His moans grew even more heated when Joey, with his cock firmly embedded in impossibly tight ass, began rotating his hips and swirling that fat nub around in Brian's hot anal cavity. Looking down at him, he looked so much like Tracy it was almost---almost---like he was finally fucking his wife. Those fleeting thoughts of the many times she had denied him drove Joey into a new fury, causing him to growl angrily and start fucking Brian with brute force.

Brian realized the sins of the sister were being played out on the brother, but he was enjoying it all far too much to care. Sure it hurt like crazy, especially in the beginning, but the more Joey filled him the easier it became to take. That is, until the muscle-bound stud revved up the action; then it was as if Brian's rectum was virgin all over again. He was not about to stop him, not even going to suggest that he take it a bit slower. Joey had heard that all from Tracy over the course of their marriage. Brian was determined to show the frustrated husband there was at least one member of the family who was willing to satisfy him.

Fleetingly he wondered, once Joey was gone, how he would ignore the sexual fire that had been ignited in him this evening. His marriage was brand-new, he loved his wife and the moments of passion they shared, yet these new-found sensations were something that he wanted to experience again---and again. There were whispers about the senior partner at the firm, a middle-aged man, and his rumored attraction for younger men. Married and obviously closeted, he was a virile looking gentlemen who could easily make a satisfying sex buddy and, in turn, help Brian up the ladder in the firm. The idea of whoring himself to better his position made Brian even more aroused. In less than half an hour he'd gone from being a conservative heterosexual to a lusty bisexual bottom!

The last vestiges of reserve melted as Brian's hands slapped against Joey's big pecs. Frantically thrashing his head on the pillow, through clenched teeth he roared, "Fuck me, Joey! Fuck my brother-in-law ass with that big horse dick! Harder! Harder, you hot stud!"

Joey paused momentarily, shock registering on his handsome face. Brian had never used such language before. To Joey it was proof positive that he really liked getting fucked; Joey had created a brand new fuck buddy! Smiling widely he rammed his truncheon up Brian's ass and fucked like a rabid wolf. Sweat trickled from his big bouncing scrotum, the hairy ball sac smacking noisily against Brian's upturned butt cheeks with each downward plunge. Brian's hands were all over his muscle-bound body, exploring the huge peaks and the breath-taking valleys of his work-toned physique.

Feeling a man for the first time Brian likened Joey's arms to those an old-time blacksmith, the heavy muscles sexily undulating under smooth flesh. He roamed up over strong rounded quarterback deltoids and down across Joey's massive chest again, cupping those pec plates in his hands and squeezing them. His fingers found the nipples, hard and thicker than a pencil eraser. Enjoying the snarl elicited from Joey when he twisted them in his grasp Brian kept toying with those big man-tits, returning some of the delicious pain being inflicted upon him and certain he felt Joey's fuckstalk pulse even larger inside him.

Joey's sexy bubbled ass cheeks clenched each time he plundered Brian's naked ass, thrusting his monstrous head far up inside the steamy chasm. All too soon he felt the beginning of those undulating waves of extreme rapture rapidly building in his hard-working body. There was no stopping the speeding locomotive that was his orgasm, not even if he wanted to. He knew he was too far gone to subdue it now. The rhythmic clenching of Brian's tight ass muscles massaging his prick from within and the sheer tightness of his hole were enough to send the best of studs over the edge. A film of perspiration broke out over his handsome, almost-angry face. His eyes had suddenly become dark, almost menacing and somehow far away. His heavy brow was set in a scowl and thick veins stood out boldly across his forehead, bulged in his bull's beck and came out in thick relief all over his torso. For the briefest of moments Brian actually found himself frightened.

And then Joey threw back his head. Droplets of sweat cascaded off his dark locks as he let out a long, satisfied groan and scoured the insides of Brian's rectum with scorching semen. Brian could feel each pulse of the wicked thing gushing its life-creating seed deep into his guts. Joey heaved again and again, six or seven times, hosing Brian's colon with his precious cum load. Brian was awestruck observing Joey's features as he rode the tidal wave of his own orgasm. He was so turned on by his brother-in-law's cum show that he hardly realized his own prick had begun to twitch and pulse and knew he was about to achieve his second orgasm of the evening. As he reached to help out his organ Joey's sex-glazed eyes had just come into focus. Slapping Brian's hand away he showed remarkable dexterity by bending at the waist and taking Brian's throbbing cock head between his lips. A few swipes from Joey's hot tongue was all it took to send a fountain of warm cum gushing up out of his prick head and into Joey's rapidly sucking mouth. Brian writhed and twisted on the cock head still lodged just in the entrance of his male twat while Joey kept working on him until he was completely spent. Joey slurped up every last bit of his cum, never losing a drop, and swallowed it all down with an audible gulp. Swiping the back of a hand across his wet lips he dropped down on Brian.

Torso to torso, face to face he looked inquisitively into his brother-in-law's eyes. "So, how ya doin'? Did ya like getting fucked Bri?"

There was an almost boyish innocence about Joey. While this was apparently all matter of fact to him it was startlingly brand new for Brian. "Yes, Joey," he breathed hotly. "I liked it. Alot. I fear you may have created a monster."

Joey's eyebrows raised and lowered comically as he smiled. "You mean you're gonna want for us to do it again and again?"

"You've just made a new, what did you call it, fuck buddy. Whenever you come in to the city or I get out to Jersey," Brian offered. "I want to do it again. Maybe next time I can fuck you." He was surprised with the ease which those words suddenly came to him.

"Fuck, yeah!" Joey gushed. "Next time we flip, bud. You won't last long the first time but eventually you'll work your way up to a good long fuck."

Brian was certain he was right. Sinking into a hot stud like Joey would set the balls to immediate boil. He was suddenly envious of all those other buddies of his brother-in-law, selfishly desiring to be the main one. If he weren't married and if Tracy were out of the way....

Tracy. The shrew who planned to set Joey up and embarrass him into divorce. Family loyalty aside, he just couldn't allow her to play such a devious trick on the unassuming young man. Especially now that their friendship had taken this unexpected turn.

With Joey's big prick still lodged in his ass, slowly deflating to the point where it might pop out with a minimum of pain Brian brushed back a wet lock from Joey's forehead and looked him in the eyes. With all seriousness he began, "Joey, before we go any farther, there's something I must tell you....."