Straight Buddy Ray

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY 26: FROM TOP TO BOTTOM

Jon Royale March 2012

The following is a work of erotic fiction containing graphic depictions of sexual situations.

The testosterone enhanced voices of teenagers debating the outcome of their basketball game echoed throughout the locker room. Junior and senior students, combined in one P.E. class, playfully slapped wet towels at one another's bare buttocks upon exiting the communal shower as they headed to their lockers to dress. Heavy steam poured from the long shower area, open on both ends, the nearest aperture directly adjacent to an observation window in the Coach's office. The sweet smell of teen sweat permeated the entire area.

Coach Webb's back was to the window. Sunk low in his comfortable swivel chair with one husky leg thrown across the desk he was more interested in the tit-and-ass magazine held in one hand. With his other hairy-knuckled paw he was busily squeezing the mound in the front of his standard issue gym shorts. The center-fold was a gorgeous blond babe with a firm set of succulent mammarys and a nice juicy cunt held wide open by long, ruby red nailed fingers. Coach's tongue lolled out and then rolled up as if he was sloppily eating that tasty-looking cooch.

"Miller, Coach," a young male voice said as he popped his head in the doorway for a brief moment. Coach lazily picked up the pencil and jotted a check mark next to Jimmy Miller's name on his roster. A portion of the students' grade was based upon hygiene. Coach was supposed to document that each student showered at the conclusion of class but, personally, he really didn't give that much of a shit. If the little bastards didn't know by now they were supposed to soap up after a sweat session there wasn't much he could do about it. Instead, he had each one announce themselves prior to leaving the locker room. Taking for granted they'd showered, he made his mark on the chart and was able to peruse his fuck magazines.

Huck (short for Huckelberry) Webb had been Coach at the local high school for fifteen years. Over that time he'd managed to acquire a decent stature for himself. He was well liked by the school board, the administrator, his fellow teachers and, most importantly, the students themselves. It wasn't unusual for Webb to stop off for happy hour at the local watering hole out on Main Street and hoist a few back with some of the alumni. The former Mrs. Webb never really understood his need to socialize with the younger crowd; maybe it was part of the reason they weren't married anymore. Toward the end they fought about every damned thing, especially the fact that they'd never produced a child. She blamed him but Huck was reasonably certain he wasn't the real culprit. With the volume of cum he blew during orgasm he could have fathered triplets! Even now, at 38, he still pumped an impressive load.

Marcia, a teacher herself (they'd met in college), always accused him of immaturity. Was it his fault he'd rather hang out with his former students, those who either visited or still lived in town long after their graduation, instead of men his age who only wanted to talk about politics and the national debt? He felt youthful and vibrant keeping company with the twenty-something crowd. It fed his inflated ego that these young men still idolized him even after they'd moved on from high school.

Not that there was anything physically wrong with Huck. He still presented a fine figure of a man; might even pass for a couple years younger. He participated in at least one class a day, whatever the sport: basketball, soccer, baseball, volleyball. It helped keep him in shape. Wouldn't do for the phys ed teacher to be dumpy and overweight. He also spent the one free period in his day running track, outside on the good days and around the perimeter of the gymnasium during inclement weather. After a nice sweaty run he spent a few minutes in the weight room throwing some barbells around. The results were a thick and husky, yet not overly muscled body. Coach liked his food and he liked his after-work beers even more. He knew he'd never have a flat, ripped stomach like those freaks on the fitness magazine covers but his belly wasn't flabby---it was rock solid. Instead of being concave, it rounded out slightly, giving him the overall appearance of a man who took care of his body but didn't deny himself the finer things in life.

Coach knew he could still catch the eyes of the ladies and was sure more than one of the school girls had a pubescent crush on him. Some of them probably fingered their budding pussies in secret while fantasizing the Coach taking their teen cherry. Not exactly handsome, Webb was still a good looking specimen of man. Standing at about 5'10" he had short brown hair, parted at the side and thick hooded brows of the same shade. Deep blue eyes and thick, succulent lips offset his pug nose. The Coach's jaw was squared and the thick neck, from which a whistle hung from its chain between the cleavage of his meaty pecs, looked like it belonged on an ox. His mitts were big, the pudgy fingers short and fat---a back-alley fighter's hands. Clasping his paw was like taking the hand of a much larger man.

Coach liked that the schoolgirls eyed him up. Hell, it stoked his ego! He encouraged their teen attention, although careful not to cross over the line. Back in his one-bedroom walk-up over the coffee shop, Webb often stroked his chunky meat fantasizing over some perky young cheerleader. Sheri Parker was one of his favorite jack off fantasies. If only she was a bit older, and her father wasn't a rugged cop on the local police force, he'd have had her sweet snatch by now. The girl exuded sexuality and Webb was pretty sure her lucky boyfriend, Chucky Johnson, had gotten a piece by now.

It wasn't just the girls who checked him out. Coach knew his own students, with their rapidly developing bodies and the curiosity that came with teen maturity, eyed him in the locker room when they thought he wasn't looking. Often times Coach gave them a show, stripping down right in front of the long window between his office and the locker room and giving their astonished eyes an eyeful of a mature man before slipping into his private shower. Other times he would strut through the crowded locker room while the boys showered and changed from uniform to street clothes wearing nothing but his worn jock strap. Charlie Fitzpatrick, the queer kid who'd taken a complete physical turn over the past couple of years, practically frothed at the mouth while he ogled the Coach's masculine, nearly nude body. And more than once Webb caught Chucky Johnson gazing at his full, mesh-covered pouch.

The teen boys posed for him, too. It was an ages old game he'd played himself when he was a young pup. There was something almost prideful in showing off your budding teen development in a crowded locker room to your Coach. Webb secretly chuckled each time one of his students accidentally-on-purpose dropped their towel and bent at the waist to retrieve it, almost always looking over their shoulder to see if Coach noticed. And they certainly enjoyed those few permissible minutes of prancing around buck naked, taking much longer than necessary to don their clothing and head out for the next class. Over the past fifteen years he'd seen his share of rapidly maturing teen cock in all shapes and sizes. Coach was always supportive of the shy ones who weren't developing quite as rapidly as some of their classmates, but it seemed to him lately the fathers in this town had bred some future studs. The majority of the boys looked to be no less than four inches soft and there were quite a few for the record books. The tall basketball champ Leon Taylor had about six inches or more of black meat dangling between his legs and the Giagianno kid, RJ, had an even larger horse cock. While hardly shy in the size department himself, Coach would still have liked to have owned one like the good-looking athlete. He could have wrecked a lot of pussy in his prime with a fat monster like young RJ's.

"O'Connell, Coach," young tow-headed Blake announced as he popped his head inside the doorway, snickering when he saw the Coach engrossed in his fuck magazine. All the boys knew about Webb's stash. Some even contributed by scoffing their Dad's throwaways from the trash and anonymously leaving them in the Coach's office. Coach knew Timmy Taylor, no relation to Leon, was a prime contributor. He didn't know how the kid managed to get hold of some of the raunchy shit but the wise-cracking senior seemed to have an endless supply.

Huck Webb was so engrossed in his tit-and-gash literature that he failed to notice the students lingering in the shower just beyond the window behind him. Three-quarters of the class had already washed, dressed and headed out for their next period, which was Coach's only free block of time in the day. Misty clouds of hot steam caressed the wet, bare flesh of the six senior stud puppies gathered in the tiled shower area where freckled-faced Chucky Johnson was taking some good-natured heat from the other boys for missing a couple of baskets in the b-ball game they'd just played.

"My ten-year-old sister could have made some of those shots," Ishmael, the new Arab kid, proclaimed with a wide white-toothed smile.

"I coulda made 'em with both eyes closed." That was from Leon Taylor, the tall black teen. Everybody knew Leon was a basketball superstar and probably could have sunk the basket blindfolded. "How 'bout you, Ray-J?"

"With my back turned," super jock RJ Giagianno added to the playful barbs with a teasing smile.

"Fuck you all!" Chucky responded with a wide grin, knowing none of the boys were serious about his failing.

"How about we fuck you?" came a voice directly behind him and suddenly arms came around Chucky's torso and pressed the boy tight up against his assailant's body. Chucky could feel a soapy cock pressed into the crack of his pudgy ass. As his captor pinched one of his fleshy nipples and rested his chin on Chucky's shoulder Chucky turned his head to look into the face of Timmy Taylor. "You like my big dong, dontchya, Chucky?" Timmy whispered hotly into his ear.

"Go on, Timmy, fuck that white ass!" Leon encouraged while the other boys chuckled at their buddy's predicament. Putting up the pretense of a struggle resulted in Chucky's ass riding against Timmy's teen cock, which began to swell with excitement. Chucky could feel his buddy's meat hardening by the second between his buns until it was gliding freely through his soaped-up ass cleavage. Fully erect now Timmy began hunching his cock against the other boy while holding him close in a strong grip.

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna take this ass!" he declared.

"Just save some fo' me," Leon's full smile brightened up his deep-chocolate colored face.

Always aggressive Timmy was humping like a dog in heat, forcing Chucky to press one hand up against the tiled wall in front of him to keep from slipping onto the shower room floor. Suddenly, out of the mist, Charlie Fitzpatrick dropped to his knees in front of Chucky and engulfed his hardening penis with one quick swallow.

"Look at Charlie there!" Leon clucked his tongue. "Boy just cain't keep his mouth offa dick."

Ishmael was watching the unfolding scene with nervous interest and growing cock. Looking over at the far wall he offered some concern, "I don't know we should be doing this. Coach Webb is in his office just over there."

"Are you kidding, dude?" RJ snickered. "He's probably jerking off to one of his cunt magazines and don't even know we're in here."

Ishmael looked a bit doubtful but nevertheless took his rapidly hardening Arab dick in hand and stroked the dark length while his heavily lashed eyes reveled in the antics of his three teenaged buddies. He'd been doubtful about moving to this New Jersey community and leaving the melting pot of the big city but quickly found himself accepted by RJ Giagianno and gang, probably because he'd impressed them with his athletic abilities early on. It was only a matter of weeks before Ish found himself included in the boy's sex games tapping Charlie's ass first, then Chucky's, before finally giving his up to Timmy, Leon and the enormously hung RJ. He'd even gotten his first piece of gash in an all-out teen orgy where all the boys took turns fucking Sheri Parker's sweet snatch in the basement of Timmy's home. Ish quickly realized that he liked pussy as much as he liked cock and rarely passed up an opportunity to bang the sexy cheerleader, usually with her boyfriend Chucky watching from the sidelines and occasionally joining in to make it a boy-girl-boy threesome. Ish had to admit it was awesome feeling Chucky's fat dick ramming up in Sheri's asshole while he gained his own pleasure in her sloppy cunt.

Timmy kicked Chucky's legs wider apart and pushed his cock head against the beefier boy's ass hole. His teen dick snaked in easily, aided by the bubbly soap. Chucky moaned into his outstretched arm and pushed back against Timmy, inviting all seven inches of the boy's erection to fill his twitching cavity. Imbedded right down to the base, Timmy's cock began to move back and forth between the soapy ass cheeks. Nobody could ever accuse Timmy of being a sweet, soulful fucker: the boy rode ass like he hadn't had any in a year fucking his partner with short savage strokes. Chucky knew Timmy fucked like a rabid dog; he'd spread his legs for his buddy often enough since finally admitting he liked dick. He quickly learned to just relax his inner ass muscles and let Timmy go to town on him.

The seventeen-year-old didn't know which was better, the cock ramming up inside him or the wet mouth sucking on his crank. Charlie knew how to suck cock better than any of the school girls who'd ever gone down on Chucky. But, then again, he should. The kid had been sucking cock from a fairly young age, if one was to believe the stories he told. They'd never paid much attention to Charlie before. He was always the nerdy, wiry kid with the glasses everyone teased for being queer. None of them knew how spot on they actually were. Charlie Fitzpatrick was a public bathroom whore whose time spent at the local mall wasn't in the arcade like the other youths. And when he'd accompanied his often-times sloshed mother on the weekly grocery shopping Charlie was usually ass-up over the toilet bowl in the outdoor rest room of the seedy strip mall.

It wasn't until RJ took Charlie under his wing that the other boys began to share friendship with him. Anybody who was a buddy of popular RJ couldn't be all bad. Charlie surprised everyone, including himself, at the way his scrawny body began to fill out under RJ's intense physical training regimen. Once he ditched the glasses, medicated away the acne and showed a decent aptitude for sports Charlie happily found himself a friend of the jock clique. He especially became adept at wrestling; although it was more the acceptable physical contact with his sparring partner than the actual sport that interested him. Coach Webb had been duly impressed by the positive changes in young Charlie.

One thing that hadn't change was his hunger for cock, although now he'd retired from anonymous rest room sex and concentrated solely on pleasuring himself with his newfound buddies, like Chucky Johnson. With one hand he massaged the other teen's balls while he treated Chucky to some super cock sucking. After a very short time of licking and slurping at the nice fuck tool he opened his jaws wider and effortlessly swallowed the whole thing down to the bush, giving Chucky some hot throat action. The other boys knew it was no real problem for Charlie, not after the boy had been stuffing RJ's monster down his throat for the past year or so.

Standing on the sidelines under the mist coming from the shower heads RJ stroked his fully erect twelve inches while he watched his three buddies go at it. There was a look of amusement on his handsome, darkly Italian face at the way they'd all lustily fallen on each other in the school shower, doing what they normally did in more private locations. He casually glanced over at Leon, standing beside him, and saw that his buddy was also rock hard and stroking his big black cock. Although not quite as large as RJ's, Leon nevertheless had a sizeable piece of teen meat rising from a wiry black bush. RJ had observed those nine ebony inches in action on many an occasion, tag teaming with him up Sheri's pink pussy or plunging into Charlie's slick ass chute. Although reluctant to admit it, RJ was fascinated by Leon's formidable appendage. Strictly a top when it came to other guys, RJ nevertheless found himself wondering what it would be like to drop to his knees and taste Leon's dark meat. That would certainly be a surprise to the rest of his buddies: stud jock RJ Giagianno actually sucking on cock! It was just as much of a surprise to RJ that he even considered the bawdy idea.

Shifting his gaze up to Leon's face, RJ discovered the other boy watching him with equal interest. When their eyes met Leon's thick lips parted in a wide smile. Nodding his head at the lusty trio fucking and sucking only a few feet away from them he said, "Looks like we all gonna be late for next class."

"Think Coach'll write us a pass?" RJ teased good-naturedly.

"Yeah, sure, RJ," Leon grinned. "Please excuse the above-mentioned students who was busy fuckin' and wasn't done by the time bell rang."

Ishmael's attention veered back and forth between Timmy, Chucky and Charlie and the two hugely hung athletes. His own cock was as hard as the rest, the head unsheathed from its foreskin and shiny with pre-cum. Moving over to the duo he stood there before them, stroking his dark Arab prick and feasting his eyes on their mighty sausages. Between the three of them there was well over twenty inches of hard teen beef starving for attention. Reaching out he took Leon's black rod in an underhand grip and gave it a few friendly strokes before hefting RJ's weighty member into his other palm. With nine ebony inches in one hand and twelve beautiful inches in the other Ish excitedly pumped the massive erections of his school mates.

His dark face flashed a toothy sly smile when Leon's large hand took hold of one of his purple nipples and gave it a few tugs. His uncut seven and a half inch prong instantly produced a strand of excited pre-cum. Chuckling, Leon took hold of Ish's dark prick and stroked it in time to the other teen's hand jobs. There came a sharp intake of breath from RJ, whose eyes widened when he observed his b-ball buddy reciprocating. He became even more aroused when Leon's free arm came around to rest on his shoulder while Ish jerked them both off. Since Leon had opened the door on intimacy RJ imitated the action by stretching his muscular arm over the black teen's collar and taking hold of his rounded shoulder.

This unexpected, albeit welcome, turn of events caught RJ completely off guard. True, he'd been having guilty thoughts involving his buddy ever since they first tag-team fucked Charlie in the Giagianno's shed. But being alpha males he didn't think either of them would ever have the nerve to outwardly make a move on the other. He liked Leon a lot. Sure there was rivalry between them in the field and on the court but it ended once they hit the locker room. Unlike himself, Leon had a tough life. Living with his poor mother in the shack side of town until she passed away a few months ago the boy never knew who his father was. Lo and behold, when the obituary hit the papers, out of the woodwork daddy appeared. As it turned out he'd been living in the next town over and had no idea his former wife and the baby he'd left behind when Leon was only three were right there under his nose. Poor Leon was no better off than before. His father was a down-on-his-luck n'er-do-well with barely two bills he could rub together, working a janitor's job in a strip club. Regardless, the grieving teen was grateful to have one parent in his life and came to accept his errant father. Old Rufus moved into the ramshackle home with Leon and the two, without any real smarts between them, seemed to be doing fine.

Before RJ had a chance to consider his newfound closeness with Leon, Ishmael was dropping to his knees on the tiled floor in front of them and taking Leon's black dick into his mouth. His lips moved over the ebony inches, taking as much of it as he could handle. Then his mouth was on RJ, sucking on his huge knob and spreading his lips wide to eat the fat hog. Like many times before, Ishmael tried his darnedest to swallow the entire thing but was only able to take a little better than half of RJ's gargantuan dong before choking and sputtering it up. He had to hand it to Charlie F; the other boy was able to gulp RJ down to the root with remarkable ease. He guessed that's why Charlie was RJ's favorite cock sucker. With a little more experience Ish figured one day he'd be able to duplicate Charlie's inspiring technique. Heck, he'd only been engaging in buddy sex since transferring to this school a few short months ago!

Timmy heaved back and forth, his wet thighs slapping against Chucky as he pumped his hardy dick in and out of the other teen's hot ass. His young nuts swung to and fro between his parted legs and slapped against Chucky's own low hangers. He was really ramming into him, his forearm linked around Chucky's throat and effectively holding them both in place. His heated breath washed against the back of Chucky's strong neck. In the heat of lust he chewed on Chucky's thick lobe and wriggled his tongue into the teen's ear. Chucky groaned and pushed his butt back against Timmy's ceaseless assault, deliriously accepting each gut-busting inch of his buddy's fuck meat.

The hot sounds of unbridled teen sex echoed off the walls of the locker room shower area. Chucky's deep sighs and heavy groans were the combined result of Timmy's torrid fuck and Charlie's awesome blow job. He was in the totally envious position of being both fucked and sucked by two energetic masters at the game. Charlie dove down on the chunky boner again and again, taking all Chucky had to offer and lustily worshipping it inside his greedy cock sucker's mouth while his hand whipped up and down on his own horny teen rod. He moaned hungrily around the piece exciting Chucky even further when, from the corner of his eye, he spied Ish alternately feasting on the two biggest cocks in all of the high school. Far from a greedy cock whore, Charlie was happy to allow Ish to sample the two strong dicks which had given him much pleasure over the past few years.

Ish went from one to the other, gagging himself on Ray-J's colossal member and then treating himself to some rich chocolate dessert. Observing the translucent joy juice trickling from the deep fleshy split atop each marvelous cock head Ish took both cocks in his hands and, pressing them together, diligently lapped up the free-flowing liquid. Leon shifted position so he was facing RJ. The heavy cord on the underside of their teen tools pressed together, sending waves of sexual excitement through their quivering bodies. Ish's warm tongue washed back and forth from one cock head to the other, losing the battle to keep up with the increasing flow despite his grandest efforts. He hardly realized that his own prick was pulsing out a flow of its own, the tasty semen wasted as it pooled with the shower water and disappeared down the central drain.

RJ's mouth grew dry and he swore he could feel his heart thudding maddeningly in his chest. The sensation of Leon's heavy shaft pumping its heat against his own prick was indescribable. He looked down at the gigantic members, held tightly together in Ish's hands, and grew weak in the knees. They were both huge, the colors contrasting beautifully as they pulsed against each other. A sweet savage lust enveloped the young jock, once again making him want to drop to the tiled floor, kneel down before his black buddy and take his first mouthful of hot cock. His eyes glazed over with lust and his head fell back as he reveled in the fantasy for a brief moment and forced himself to resist the temptation. When he refocused he was looking right into the twinkling dark eyes of Leon, whose dark face broke into a toothy smile. Leon casually reached out to cup one of RJ's pecs and rubbed the erect nipple between his thick fingers. Then he was reaching behind the nape of RJ's neck, cocking his head as he moved in closer until their lips touched. RJ gave a whimper of unexpected passion as his buddy's tongue slipped between his lips and filled his mouth. He found himself returning the kiss, mashing his lips against Leon's full flappers and hungrily gliding his tongue along with Leon's. His hands slid up the slopes of the black teen's chest, feeling Leon's body for the very first time while their tongues hungrily slithered about in their mouths while Ish lapped away at their rampant cocks.

The shrill sound of a whistle startled the boys out of their lusty interlude. All heads shot to the wide awning at the end of the shower where Coach Webb stood, bare except for the jock strop covering his manhood and the whistle dangling from a chain around his neck. His arms were crossed over his beefy, hairy chest as he stood there in a wide-legged stance with a smirk on his face. He'd been so engrossed in his titty magazine that he hadn't immediately noticed six of his students weren't accounted for on his check list. It was an especially raunchy fuck magazine, anonymously left on his desk by one of the students as they often-times did. The scenes of close-up fuck shots, cum splattered over some overly-made-up busty blond and wide-open pussy pictures had the Coach in serious heat. Thinking himself alone he'd locked the door to the office, stripped himself down and started jerking his meat when he noticed the roster. Taylor, Fitzpatrick, Johnson, Giagianno, black Taylor and Shaheen were unaccounted for. Slipping on his jock and adjusting his hard-on in the mesh he rose from his seat and turned to the observation window behind him. It was too steamy to really see anything but he could make out some bodies through the mist. What in fuck was up with those kids? They should have been showered and in their next class a long while ago.

Padding on bare feet over to the door separating his office from the locker room he entered the area and casually made his way to the showers. Stepping into the enclosure he came to an abrupt halt when he realized what the teens were up to. There was baseball champ Timmy Taylor fucking wrestler Chucky Johnson up the ass while Cinderfella Charlie Fitzpatrick sucked on his joint. Not that Coach was all that surprised at Charlie; he always knew the kid was queer. But the real shocker was seeing uber-athlete RJ Giagianno mugging it up with black-as-spades basketball hero Leon Taylor while the new harem kid Ishmael Shaheen slobbered all over their cocks. And what cocks they were! Coach had seen them flaccid on a number of occasions in the locker room and was duly impressed, but fully erect they were truly inspiring.

The boys stood there looking as dumbstruck as six deer in a Mac truck's headlights. The unthinkable had happened; they'd been caught in the act! Timmy made no attempt to remove his cock from Chucky's ass; after all, there was no point in it now. Chucky's cock head remained in Charlie's mouth, which was now hanging open with shock at this unanticipated predicament. Ish's hands held the gargantuan erections of RJ and Leon, whose arm still rested across the shoulder of his buddy. The only sound in the room came from the spray of water.

As the boys stood there red-faced, waiting for the wrath of the Coach and certain suspension, they were startled when he unfolded his arms and reached one big paw down to fondle the protrusion in his straining mesh jock. For the first time the teens realized Coach had come upon the scene sporting major wood! Their eyes collectively raked over his athletic male body, admiring his beefy muscles and burly chest with its macho spattering of manly hair coating his pecs. Charlie, in particular, whimpered as his eyes focused on the thick line of dark hair trailing down from Coach's navel to disappear under the hem of his faded jock. The boys couldn't help but ogle the man: Coach was everything they hoped to be when their bodies were fully matured.

Every set of eyes widened when Coach hooked big thumbs under the side straps of the jock and pulled it down, lifting one strong, hairy leg to step out of it and then the other. Kicking it to the side he spat into the palm of his hand, wrapped it around the thickness of his large adult pecker and slowly pumped it. There were several audible gulps when the boys got their first look at Coach's man-sized meat. Nearly eight inches of thick, juicy cock proudly jutted out from a nest of dark crotch hair and throbbed menacingly in his grasp. Coach's equipment was just as impressive as the rest of him, from the length and width of his stalk to the heavy, bloated nut sac hanging between his strong thighs. Charlie whimpered again and slid his tongue around Chucky's cock head when he observed the thick lips of Coach's piss slit pulse open and a pool of precum drool out and trail downward. Coach just swiped the stuff up in his hand and used it to coat his rigid shaft.

With a sly grin at the corners of his mouth Coach slowly padded across the wet tiled floor and approached the orgy of sexed-up teens. Visions of his own youth, engaging in schoolboy antics with some of his own buddies, came rushing back to him. Although he knew it was morally wrong, Coach was driven by the onrush of excitement coursing through his body and couldn't contain himself any longer.

Shoving Timmy Taylor aside Coach snarled, "Let me show you how a man fucks." Timmy's slick cock popped from Chucky's hole and Coach stepped into his place. Taking Chucky by the hips he rotated his dick into place and warned, "Here it comes, Chucky boy. You ready for a real man?"

"Fuck yeah, Coach!" Chucky gushed.

At the same instant he shoved his pelvis forward with savage force Webb yanked Chucky's stooped body back against him, impaling the teen wrestler with every inch of his lusty shaft. Chucky's sphincter didn't even attempt to resist the assault. Already wet from Timmy's fuck juice his hot hole eagerly accepted its first adult cock. His yawning ass ring pulsed around the fat, hairy root of Coach's big prick and his mushy guts quivered against the thickness of the shaft.

Holding the younger boy firmly by the waist Coach gritted his teeth and began pounding into Chucky. His hips thrust back and forth, sinking his hefty sex tool to the hilt in Chucky's fuck pit and then yanking it nearly out. The other boys jaws dropped and their eyes bugged out from sockets as they observed the hunky Coach take their buddy with sledgehammer force. Down on his knees directly in front of Chucky Charlie had the best seat in the house. He'd abandoned sucking Chucky's dick once it was obvious Coach intended to fuck the boy. Now he maneuvered himself back between Chucky's shaky legs so he was gazing right up at the point of brute contact. Coach's awesome cock was slamming into Chucky's teen cunt with such force and speed it was practically a whir before Charlie's wondrous eyes. In those few seconds when he pulled back, leaving only the fat head lodged inside Chucky, Charlie got to appreciate the true beauty of Coach's adult rod as it glistened there before him with the wetness of Chucky's teen cunt.

A smirk crossed Coach's handsome face when he felt warm breath wash over his swinging nut sac. It was hardly a surprise when, a few seconds later, an adventurous tongue swiped along the underside of his rod during a quick out stroke. Coach didn't lose a beat, hammering in and out of Chucky's hole with powerful thrusts while Charlie went to town tonguing his buddy's swollen ass lips and the big cock spearing between them. Deciding such an adventurous little fuck deserved a reward, Coach fucked free of Chucky's ass and pumped Charlie's mouth for a few beats. Charlie whimpered his delight around the manly piece and resumed licking the point of contact when Coach went back to fucking the other boy. Coach went back and forth between the two lusty teens, banging Chucky's ass for a few strokes and then feeding Charlie for a short while. Charlie was like a baby bird, his mouth wide open and awaiting its feeding. He took Coach straight down his throat, impressing the older man, and salivated over the flavor of Chucky's insides coating Coach's big dick.

Desperate to join the action, Ishmael crawled over to the scene and came up directly behind Coach. The beautiful hard ass flexed and dimpled with each fuck thrust, causing Ish to smack his lips hungrily. His hands reached out to caress the rapidly undulating buttocks and he ran his fingers through the cleft, feeling the manly hairs lining Coach's crack tickle his digits. Moaning hungrily he dove between the rocking ass cakes and lapped deeply into the cavern. Finding Coach's tasty button he worked it with his tongue, the sweaty taste of the older man driving him even wilder with lust. Soon he realized on the out stroke Coach's hot hole puckered open and he took full advantage of the very next opportunity to thrust his tongue into the aperture and eat the man out.

"Oh, fuck, Kid!" Coach moaned, taking Ish by the back of the head and holding his face against his ass. "Eat that man hole!" Ish somehow managed to keep his tongue up Coach's hole despite his frenzied fuck beats. He slithered around inside the steamy pit and indulged in the delicacies contained there, although fearful at times he'd lose his tongue when Coach pounded forward into either Chucky or Charlie.

On the sidelines the other three teens watched with dripping hard-ons. Timmy had positioned himself next to RJ, making the popular athlete the centerpiece in their chorus line. No matter how many times he'd seen it, Timmy could never get over the actual size of RJ's bull dick. There was nothing in the skin rags or fuck flicks to measure up to the enormity of his buddy's cock. Truth be told, Timmy was envious of RJ. But then, so were all the other teens; they'd give anything to have a dick like that. On numerous occasions he'd watched RJ plunge that foot long hard-on in and out of Sheri Parker's pussy after the rest of them had primed her for him and always been mesmerized by the sight. Standing so close to it now and openly admiring the strong, handsome rod made him increase the strokes on his own teen meat. Then finally, after the briefest of hesitation, he reached out with his free hand and grasped hold of RJ's astonishing appendage. Wrapping his fingers around the glistening beauty he proceeded to jerk it in tandem to his own pleasure beat.

There came a sharp intake of breath from handsome RJ when Timmy first took hold of him, a reaction of surprise mingled with desire. But when Leon's fingers curled around his cock he grew weak in the legs and had to throw an arm across Timmy's shoulders to steady himself. It took two hands to handle his huge shaft and both boys worked every solid inch. Timmy took over the bottom six inches, gliding his hand down to the thick hairy root and up again until he bumped into Leon's black mitt stroking the upper half, making RJ quiver when he ran his thumb over the big juicy head. Spurned on by his amorous buddies RJ managed to lose his last bit of reserve. His hands groped out to either side, taking Timmy's erection in his right hand and Leon's in his left. Fully aroused by the sensations the other boys were inflicting on his body, RJ stroked their cocks just like he would his own. Suddenly Leon's lips were on his again, his pink tongue slithering between RJ's smackers and plunging into the wet, warm cavity of his mouth. RJ hungrily accepted his black buddy's kiss, dueling with his own tongue and noisily sucking at his mouth. He felt Timmy's wet lips along his neck trailing their way up to his ear. Timmy filled his ear with tongue, causing a delightful tickling which reverberated down through his loins. Breaking free of Leon, RJ turned his head toward Timmy and plunged his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Timmy sucked at his lusty, swirling tongue, moaning heavily as he tasted RJ's spit. Then Leon's face was in between them, sucking face with Timmy, then RJ again. The boys continued to explore with their mouths and hands, seemingly oblivious to the other three fucking and sucking before them.

Coach Webb grunted with passion as his masculine body energetically heaved back and forth pounding his thick prick in and out of Chucky's tight clutching asshole, dragging ass-eating Ish along with him. The Muslim boy had a hot mouth on him for sure; his tongue was stuffed as far up Coach's rectum as it could reach. Suddenly Coach was filled with the overwhelming desire to fuck the newbie. Yanking his dick free from Chucky's hot anal ring he turned to face the other boy already on his knees, his face wet from sloppy ass worshipping.

"Down on your back and raise those legs!" Coach ordered. "I'm gonna fuck you, boy!" Ish wasted little time following Coach's orders. Coach stroked his hard, pounding penis while Ish got into position. Hooking his hands under the crook of his knees the teen spread his thighs wide and displayed his dark twitching hole. Coach dropped over the boy's prone body, his hands to either side of Ish to support himself and rotated his hips until his cock sniffed out the target. With an almost bestial grunt he pushed forward and buried his adult dick in the clutching warmth of Ish's bowels. Ish tossed his head back and forth on the wet tiles, moaning wildly as Coach began ramming into him.

Charlie quickly resumed the task abandoned by Ish, spreading Coach's fuzzy buns and feasting on the older man's musky crack. His tongue slithered up inside Webb's tasty shitter, probing the walls of his ass so deeply his nose was suffocated in the hairy ditch. Seeing the other boys getting theirs, and not wanting to be left out a moment longer, Chucky came around and squatted down onto Ish's face. Ish immediately went to town doing his favorite thing, eating the other jock's ass while he got royally fucked by Coach. In this position Chucky's short, but fat, chunky was right in Coach's face. To the amazement of all Coach gulped the teen meat into his gullet and began ravenously slurping on it!

Timmy slapped RJ's arm. "Do you fuckin' see that? Coach sucks dick!"

Foams of spittle formed at the sides of Webb's lips as he buried his face in Chucky's bush and sucked on the young gun, never losing a beat pounding Ish's tight pussy. Chucky was in a state of ecstasy with the grown man devouring his meat while another boy's tongue wriggled around inside his butt. Looking across the slopes of the Coach's wide back and the rounded mounds of his thrusting buttocks Chucky could see Charlie eating out the Coach like it was his last supper. Who would ever have thought any of them would be in such envious a position as they now found themselves, having hot sex with the stud Coach?

Dropping his hand from RJ's cock Timmy muttered, "Fuck, I gotta get some of this. Let's see what else Coach will do." Stepping over to the gyrating threesome he grabbed a fistful of Charlie's hair and yanked the other boy's face out of Coach's crack. "My turn," he muttered as he tossed Charlie out of the way. Soaping up his seven inches Timmy positioned himself over an unsuspecting Coach, directing his cock closer and closer to the man's heaving ass. Timing was everything and Timmy waited, albeit impatiently, for an outstroke when Coach's ass was thrust up toward him. At that exact instant he sunk his teen dick into the man's hair-lined hole and rode down with him.

Coach yowled and tossed his head over his shoulder to get a look at his attacker. "What the fuck you think you're doin', Taylor?" he snarled.

Timmy smiled devilishly and ground his cock around inside Coach's rectum. "Fuckin' your ass, Coach."

"If you're gonna do it, do it right. Fuck me like a man, not a boy!" Coach ordered and returned Chucky's dick to his hungry mouth.

"Yes sir!" Timmy acknowledged.

With a look of boyish amusement on his face Timmy winked at an astonished RJ and Leon and gave them a thumb's up as he rammed all seven inches of his teen prick into the Coach's tight man hole. Coach's hairy cunt gobbled up the young meat even as his own thick cock plundered root deep into Ish's white hot guts. The Muslim whore's smoldering insides jerked convulsively around his invading member with each powerful thrust, causing him to moan deliriously into Chucky's pink ass hole. Chucky, himself, was in pig's heaven with Ish eating him out at one end while Coach sloppily devoured his short fat one. Chucky soon got his own mouthful when Charlie, already tired of waiting on the sidelines, threw one leg over the writhing bodies on the floor and, facing Chucky, shoved his dick into the other boy's mouth.

Timmy tore up the Coach's ass, fucking him with reckless teenage abandon. It had been a long time since Coach had a dick up his ass---not since his own schoolboy days---and he was overwhelmed with savage ecstasy and the desire to have every one of these jocks. Spitting out Chucky's cock his head snapped over in the direction of the other two and snarled, "Taylor, get that big black dick over here and take a ride!"

Leon's eyes widened almost comically. He and RJ exchanged a look of amazement before he crossed over to join the bawdy group. Timmy reluctantly gave up his claim on Coach's ass, stepping back to give Leon a bird's eye view of the man's desperately winking raisin. Not one to be without a hole for long, Timmy lifted Chucky's ass off Ish's face and rammed his joint up the beefy wrestler's butt at exactly the same moment Leon was introducing his slick Cobra to Coach's bouncing pussy.

Coach let out a guttural holler that reverberated off the shower walls when Leon slid all ten inches of his black monster deep into his quaking hole and began fucking him. A string of obscenities spilled from his mouth until Chucky silenced him by roughly grasping a hand full of his hair and shoving him back down on his prick. Webb sucked Chucky with wild abandon, snorting around the teen wrestler's cock while Leon's mammoth rod punched deep into the pit of his stomach. His adult dick pulsed maddeningly in Ish's ass socket, threatening to spill its seed with each forceful fuck stroke he was thrown from the black basketball superstar.

RJ stroked his raging hardon while he interestedly watched his buddies using, and being used by, Coach Webb for their sexual satisfaction. It was a mind blowing turn on to see their mentor acting like a sex pig, eating teen dick and taking it up the ass like a pro. His eyes were glued to the point of contact where Leon's beautiful black monster plunged in and out from between Coach's pale ass cheeks. Leon was showing no mercy, pounding the man with an almost savage force causing his swinging ball bag to slap wetly against Coach's sweaty perineum. RJ barely had time to get a look at Leon's wet prick; it was a black whir before his eyes as it slammed in again and again.

"What're you lookin' at, Giagianno?" Coach's snarling voice snapped him out of his reverie. "Get over here and fuck me with that horse cock. Leon, get your dick over here so I can suck on it awhile."

Filled with nervous anticipation, RJ walked over on rubber legs to assume position behind Coach while Leon nudged Chucky out of the way and slapped his heavy black meat against Coach's grizzly cheeks. Chucky went down on his back next to them, lifted his thighs and allowed Timmy to resume banging his hole. Ish, on the bottom of the pile, found himself with a new ass in his face and wasted little time snaking his tongue up Leon's dark hole. Coach engulfed Leon's ass-slickened cock head in his wet mouth and savagely sucked on it. He gulped and swallowed, soon taking more than half of its length into his smacking gullet. Moaning his pleasure around the tasty treat he eagerly anticipated RJ's invasion of his already well-prepared asshole.

RJ soaped up his donkey dick with a fist full of bubbles, took hold of it by the base and rubbed the heavily leaking head from top to bottom through Coach's hairy, wet ass crack. Coach's ass lips snapped at the huge piece, hungrily inviting it inside. Full of wonder RJ pressed his humongous knob against the quivering wrinkled flesh and bore down on it. His blunt helmet, aided by the soap and his two buddies who'd previously relaxed the hole, popped in to the shuddering hot love glove that was Coach Webb's male pussy. Coach let out a cry the instant his ass was breached but it was heavily muffled by the thick black cock tapping his tonsils. His wrecked sphincter snapped snuggly around the base of RJ's wicked knob, shuddering as his ass was stretched to never-before imagined proportions.

RJ let out a sigh of delight: his dick head felt so fucking good lodged in Coach's pink pucker. The young stud had sampled female pussy and buddy ass, but he'd never dipped into an adult male before. He figured Coach to be around the same age as his father, the father who (he thought) gave up his own macho ass to his regular fuck buddy, "Uncle" Jon. Stretching his imagination, fucking Coach could almost be like fucking his handsome, masculine hunk of a dad! With these thoughts in mind RJ pressed his strong hips forward, slowly but steadily driving over half of his foot long dong into the heated depths of Coach's rear end. Coach squirmed beneath him, his masculine body having gone tense, and whimpered around the dick in his mouth as he felt his insides give way to the invading monster. RJ's prong glided further along the satiny sheath of his rectum, rearranging slithering guts as it probed deeper and deeper until his groin was pressed up against the man's flexing buttocks.

Coach's eyes shot wide open, the tendons in his thick neck became obscenely pronounced and he bellowed loudly in reaction to the enormous teen cock which had managed to completely nail him. With Coach's throat wide open from his guttural shouting Leon took full advantage of the situation and shoved his black rod straight down the man's gullet. Completely cock stuffed, Coach sputtered around the mahogany fuck tool. His face flushed beet red and tears streaked down his cheeks. His nostrils flared widely in the brillo bush of the basketball jock, seeking the oxygen being deprived by the big cock blocking his windpipe.

RJ curiously ran his hands along the flared flanks of Coach's smooth back and, taking hold of his rounded shoulders, began the fuck. Coach groaned----whether from pain, pleasure or a combination of both none of the boys could be certain---as RJ drew back, pulling nearly three quarters of his hefty meat from Coach's squirming ass chute. He paused for only a beat before sinking it right back in to the steamy pit of the husky man's bowels. Coach moaned in certain ecstasy and his eyes rolled back in their sockets when the gigantic cock head lodged itself deep in his guts for those few seconds before beginning its outward journey. Coach's ass guts clung to the donkey dong as if unwilling to let it go and RJ was only too happy to oblige. He pressed forward with his hips more rapidly this time, quickly filling the yawning asshole with his wrist-thick beefsteak. Leon had taken a queue from RJ and was pumping his black dick in and out of Coach's gaping mouth.

The initial pain from the monstrous cock invasion began to subside with each penetration and Coach found himself overwhelmed with lust. All twelve inches of RJ's teen cock speared through his rectum with increasing rapidity until the young jock was really fucking him in earnest. He couldn't believe how good it felt with one massive fuck missile punching away at his insides while the other dove deep down his throat. Hot waves of fuck ecstasy coursed through his body and, before he realized what was happening, his man cock exploded and spurted its seed into Ish's fucked-out bowels.

RJ could feel Coach's orgasm and this served to inspire him to accelerate the tempo. Pressing down on the small of the man's sweaty back RJ began thrusting his cock into Coach's cunt with brute force. Coach's sex cries became even more pronounced. His youthful adventurousness having taken control, RJ pounded ball's deep into Coach's steamy cavern. His green eyes were glazed over with lust as he fucked the man hard and fast with his foot long teen meat. His tongue flicked out to hungrily lick his lips and, throwing back his head, closed his eyes to savor the sensations. He found himself once again visualizing his manly father and wondered if studly Ray moaned and groaned as heatedly as Coach when he took "Uncle" Jon's cock up his ass. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help but wonder if his father took a fuck as well as Coach. Probably better, he decided.

The two ethnic jocks banged Coach from one end and the other without pause, RJ up his ass and Leon down his throat. Coach's dick was still rock hard, resting in his own spooge in Ish's warm ass. Timmy was taking turns dipping his wand first into Chucky's chunky ass and then switching to Charlie's looser hole. All of them, man and boys, were building up to a shattering crescendo.

Looking directly across the squirming Coach at his Italian/Hispanic buddy Leon could tell RJ was as much into the scene as himself. Their teacher, the Coach who normally called all the plays, was instead being coached by his charges. Leon brought a large black hand around the back of RJ's neck and pulled him close for a tongue-filled buddy kiss. RJ moaned hotly into Leon's wet mouth and his cock surged with renewed vigor as it tore through Coach's hot ass.

Breaking the kiss, Leon whispered into RJ's ear, "Let's give Coach a shower." A wolfish grin spread across RJ's good looking face and he nodded his head in agreement. RJ pulled his foot long from Coach's butt with a wet squelching sound, amused at the way the man's ass mouth gaped open and sucked air like a beached fish. Leon extricated himself from Webb's mouth, a thin rope of spittle still connecting his dick head to the cock sucker's lips. Coach had a desperate, confused look on his face, obviously not anxious for their session to end.

Leon grasped Ish under the armpits and dragged him out from under Coach, then brusquely shoved the man over onto his back. He knelt at one side of the prone man while RJ took the other and they began stroking their glistening hardons hovering over Coach's face. Ish quickly dropped into formation directly behind Coach's head, forming a triangle of boys and cocks. Observing what was happening, and not one to be left out of the action, Timmy yanked his randy dick from Charlie's hole and took a position directly between Coach's spread and raised thighs. He slapped his seven inch teen cock against Coach's adult piece before taking his in hand and beating it to the tune of his buddies. Charlie and Chucky hastily joined the group, stroking their hardons next to Leon and RJ, respectively.

Palms whirred over excited cock meat as the group of horny athletes came nearer to release. Free hands roamed over Coach's adult chest and torso, dipped between his legs to finger his wrecked asshole and stroked his dick. Chucky was the first to lose it, whimpering like a puppy when he shot streams of ball goo clear across Coach's hairy torso, the first shot actually splashing against Charlie who was directly opposite him. This set off Charlie, who duplicated Chucky's release and also blew his wad on Coach's belly. Ish began wailing, his eyes tightly shut and his face screwed up in the throes of passion. With a startled sigh he shot his jizz through the air over Coach's head, landing it in an ever-increasing pool in the hollow of Webb's heaving pecs. His final effort split right down the center of Coach's face.

Timmy began moaning. His entire body shuddered and he aimed his cock directly at Coach's cock and balls which he coated with his first few blasts of young cum. Quickly pointing it downward he doused Coach's pouting ass hole with the remainder of his semen before sliding his spent schlong into Coach's raisin and seeded him.

Both RJ and Leon groaned hotly in unison, their teen bodies quaking with the need for relief. All at once both they were spewing voluminous amounts of boy juice all over Coach's face. Coach opened his mouth wide so that ropes of hot cum sprayed over his tongue and glided down his throat. The young jock juice tasted fresh and intoxicating and he wrapped his lips around first one cock head, then the other, to suck out the last remnants of the tasty treasure.

Then all hands were on him, RJ and Leon twisting his nipples while the other boys beat his meat and finger fucked his ass hole. He gnashed his teeth and tossed his head from one side to the other, tendons in his neck bulging again as the jocks brought him off. His sex tool blasted heavy semen into the air like a geyser and the boys didn't unhand him until the last of it had been drained from his nut sac. Then tongues were on him, Charlie and Ish, lapping up spent cum from his drenched body and feeding it to him with deep raunchy kisses. They were like nasty kittens, cleaning up his entire body and sharing their reward.

"Get up, Coach! Now we all need a real shower." It was RJ, thrusting out his hand to the spent man. Coach took it with his paw and came to unsteady feet. They led him to a spot under the shower head where all the boys helped to lather Coach up, paying special attention to his cock and ass hole.

It wasn't until much later, after they'd showered and toweled off, that Coach sat bare assed in his office writing out excuse slips for each of the randy students before sending them off on their way. Reminded of the "away" game for the following afternoon they all went off to their next class. They might lose to the competing school, which had an awesome track record, but all knew that with Coach they'd scored a major touchdown.

Ray Giagianno had a nice little buzz going on. Hadn't planned it that way. Fact of the matter, Ray wasn't even much of a drinker. But what was a guy to do when the man who signed his pay checks invited him out for a friendly happy hour drink? Seemed to Ray that the beers just kept coming until he wasn't entirely sure just how many he'd had. All's he knew was that Jess kept signaling the old bartender for another, then another, then another. The man was a pretty good talker, regaling Ray with stories of his college day athletics. Turned out Jess played linebacker on his alma mater's football team for a while. When he wasn't talking sports, the man was talking cars. Ray didn't really mind: sports and automobiles were his favorite subjects. But right now he was feeling so fucking good he didn't much care what the fuck Jess was rapping about.

Jess Waring, the owner's son, had stormed into town nearly a week ago quickly swinging corporate axe and firing the general manager of the automobile dealership, one of several in the Waring chain. Since then the cocky bastard had been on a manhunt for a replacement. A few other heads had rolled during the short time Jess had taken over office in the dealership. Ray remained confident his position wasn't in jeopardy. Jess seemed to really like him and gave no indication he'd soon be joining the ranks of the unemployed. In fact, from the way Jess had been buddying up to him the past few days, Ray had an idea Jess might be considering him to step into the general manager's shoes. The thought appealed to Ray, who was no longer feeling challenged in the purchasing department and could easily handle the day to day operation of the dealership. For quite a while he'd had ideas on how to shake things up and improve profits. And a boost in salary would certainly help the Giagianno family right about now. With Cathy, his wife, back to work but making barely enough to cover the weekly food bill in her retail clerk's job and his eldest son, RJ, set to go off to college next year (whether the teen liked it or not) Ray could really use the extra money.

Most on the job didn't like Waring, but Ray thought the man was alright. Certainly he was cocky and a bit on the snooty side, letting everyone know he was heir apparent and in a league well outside their own. But he was also just a guy and at times like this, hanging out and shooting the shit over a few beers, was almost down to earth. He was a big guy, towering over Ray at about 6'3", and solidly built. It was easy to see his former ball playing prowess from his husky, athletic build. Ray figured Jess to be a handsome enough buck with his smoky eyes and chiseled jaw. His light brown hair was short and conservatively cut, brushed back from his forehead with a hint of a '50s James Deanish pompadour. He wore a closely cropped goatee, neatly shaved to the edges of his somewhat cruel mouth, dimpled at each corner and giving the appearance of an all-knowing, shit-eating grin. There was a deep cleft in his strong, square chin, something which Ray had always associated with masculinity. Despite his wealthy upbringing and education Jess carried himself like a real man, not some college upstart, which was probably why Ray felt comfortable in his presence. If Jess were to start getting all intellectual on him Ray, with his high school education, would have had to beg off and head for the door.

In the dimly lit hotel lounge they drank their beer and chatted amid the happy hour patrons. The bar was situated on the ground floor of the four-star hotel in which Jess had taken up residence. It had been Jess' suggestion. Since it wasn't all that far, and Ray'd only planned on staying for one or two, he'd gone along with the other man. But now, slightly drunk, Ray wasn't so sure it had been a good idea after all. Even if he insisted this be his last drink it would be a while before he'd be able to get behind the wheel and make the trek home. He'd already called Cathy once to tell her he'd be late and now Jess was making noise about them getting a table and having something to eat. Not wanting to look bad in front of the boss, and figuring some food in his belly might help sober him up, Ray accepted. Excusing himself he made a quick call to his wife to explain the situation and advised her not to hold dinner for him.

Jess drained his beer mug and watched Ray strut out of the lounge through hungry, lascivious eyes. His orbs were trained on the other man's rear end, noticing the way the dark slacks accentuated the nice curve of his solid, compact ass. Jess licked his lips and shook his head in wonder. It wasn't normally his thing to put his mouth on his fuck partner, but he intended to make Ray the exception and eat him out before he sunk his dick into his manly straight ass.

Jess had been lusting after Ray Giagianno ever since he witnessed an after hour's fuck session in the auto repair shop between the ethnic stud, master mechanic Sammy Smithfield and Southern cutie Larry Hudson. Not that he hadn't taken notice of the man before that; it was hard not to. Giagianno was the kind of stud who exuded real machismo. He was a handsome sonofabitch with a smooth, flawless complexion marked only by a tiny mole at the corner of his mouth. Every time he flashed that endearing smile that spread straight across his face and made his eyes crinkle the mole almost seemed to disappear. His eyes were of hazel color, a smoldering set of orbs which sparkled with secret mischief and were framed by dark, sexy lashes the same shade as his dense, nearly straight eyebrows. The stud's thick short chestnut hair was parted dead center and appeared to have lost none of its youthful luster. At this early evening hour both men were showing a day's worth of stubble on their faces, but Ray's almost purplish coat made him look especially desirable. Jess wanted to rub his face against that charcoal jaw, chew on his tempting pink lips, maybe even slip his tongue inside Ray's delectable mouth and swap some spit. Without much surprise Jess suddenly realized he'd sprouted a raging hard on!

When Giagianno returned they took a table in the dining room, Jess with his hands stuffed deep in his pockets to conceal his arousal. The meal was acceptable for hotel food: they both had pork chops accompanied by a baked potato and vegetable medley. When Jess ordered another round of beers Ray attempted to decline, but Jess insisted one more wouldn't hurt. Nevertheless Ray nursed the bottle throughout the meal, although it did little to dissipate his high. They talked cars: the latest models and classics. Ray seemed particularly animated when telling Jess about his pride and joy, the remodeled and rebuilt Mustang convertible he lovingly maintained in his garage and took out for a joy ride once, sometimes twice, a year.

With dinner over and their bellies full Ray thought sure they'd call it a night: it was already well past seven. But Jess had other ideas. He wanted Ray to come up to his room, something about some kind of proposal he wanted to talk over with him in private. Ray brightened. Could it be that Jess was going to offer him the top management position? Perhaps these past few hours of social amenities had been worthwhile, after all. With this thought in mind he allowed that he could come up for a little while but had to soon get home to the wife and kids. Jess promised not to keep him too long, all the while thinking how smoothly his plans were going. Slapping an arm across Ray's shoulder he walked him over to the elevator, slyly noting that the hunk was a tad unsteady on his feet. The multiple beers had worked their magic, making it that much easier for Jess to take what he'd been hungering for.

Ray whistled, his eyes roaming over the luxurious spaciousness of the suite. "Nice digs," he commented.

"Always go for the best, that's what I say," Jess told him. "Personally and in business."

Ray turned away from the bank of windows overlooking the pool and raised an eyebrow. "I guess, when you can."

Jess crossed his arms over his massive chest and rocked back on his heels. "It's why I've been thinkin' about you. For a promotion. I need a general manager. You've been around awhile. You're a good man. The best. I like you."

Ray's felt sure his heart had skipped a beat. He smiled widely. "Thanks, Jess. I'm qualified enough for the job, that's for sure. And I know the business inside and out. I wouldn't let you down, man."

Jess' eyes raked over Ray's form from head to toe, resting a moment on his abundant crotch. "I'm sure you wouldn't," he said meaningfully.

Ray was so excited he failed to notice Jess' outright appraisal. But when the other men stepped forward and casually groped his crotch his elation abruptly changed. With a look of shocked surprise he muttered, "Jess?"

Jess' warm breath washed over his face while he fondled the mound in front of Ray's slacks. "Been away from home and the wife in quite a while now. A man gets awful fuckin' horny. You know that feelin', don't you, Giagianno?"

Ray swallowed hard, the liquor clouding his judgment. "Yeah, I've been there. Once or twice." Jess noticed the other man was making no move to break free of his hold, making no attempt to stop his man handling.

"More'n that, I'd guess," Jess responded. "Big stud like you. Must need it near as much as I do. Maybe more. Must've figured out by now that sometimes you need a buddy to help you out."

Ray nodded. Jess' low, deep voice was intoxicating him. For a fleeting moment Jess thought about revealing that he already knew Ray got his kicks in much the same way as himself, but decided against it. The dark haired stud was already putty in his hands. It wouldn't be long before he had him stretched across the King-sized bed in the other room pounding into his straight macho ass and making the stud his personal bitch.

"You're my kind of man," Jess droned on, feeling the beast in Ray's pants begin to awaken. "For the job and for a fuck. What do you say? You want the job, the fuck or both?"

His thinking a bit hazy, Ray wasn't sure if Jess was seducing him with sex in order to get the job or not. But suddenly it no longer mattered. His staff, rock hard and hammering against his zipper, had already made up his mind for him. If the boss wanted a fuck, he'd get a fuck. He'd get a rough, hard, balls-to-the-walls fuck that he'd never forget. A fuck so awesome he wouldn't think about offering the management position to anyone else.

With fire in his dark eyes Ray said, "You want a fuck? Let's fuck!"

Both men tore at their clothes, stripping off everything until they were buck naked. Jess growled his satisfaction while his eyes feasted on Ray's manly body. Seeing it over the surveillance monitor was one thing, but up close and personal proved to be far more rewarding. Hunky Ray was the most perfect specimen of masculinity Jess had ever encountered, everything he'd ever craved in another man. It wasn't like him to worship another man's body, men were just there to fuck and leave with a cum-soaked hole, but Jess was unable to contain himself. His big hands slapped onto Ray's huge rounded shoulders and glided down over strong, powerful arms. Ray purposefully flexed his solid bicep muscles as Jess' hands roamed over them, eliciting a heated "Fuck, yeah!" from the other man. He marveled over the massive, club-like forearms, the likes of which he'd seen on major league ball players.

Jess' hands played over Ray's wide, powerful chest, groping at mounds of sculpted pectoral development and toyed with the large brown man tits capping them. With a savage grunt he punched both fists against Ray's chest, wanting to display superiority, but the strong stud barely flinched. His hand roamed lower, over the hunk's torso to feel each deep ridge of his tight, rippling abdominal structure while his other hand slid beneath Ray's arm pit and buried itself in the moist thick tufts of dark hair growing there. Jess dipped the tip of a finger into the deliciously indented navel, tickled by the swirl of dark hairs sprouting around it which trailed down to his dense pubic bush. >From that thatch mightily rose a breath-taking chunk of man meat throbbing with a wealth of heavy, blood-engorged veins and capped by a perfectly molded, ass-stretching head.

"Hot stud!" Jess grumbled and moved in closer, pressing the underside of his heavily-leaking cock up against Ray's. They looked to be nearly the same in length and girth. Jess pressed his body into the other man's, reached around to take hand's full of his solid, nicely curved buttocks, and grinded himself against Ray. Chest to chest, crotch to crotch, with his grizzled chin resting on Ray's broad shoulder he ran the tips of his fingers through the stud's deep, hairy ass ditch and tapped at the sweet savage button he would soon be reaming. He was breathing lustily into Ray's ear, causing the other man to grow even more aroused. Ray's muscular arms circled around Jess' broad back and joined him in grinding their male bodies together. Big cock slid against big cock, pubic patches intertwined and hairy chest grazed against smooth skin as they reveled in their wanton passion.

Ray dropped down low on the sofa behind him, thick hairy legs spread wide and punched his fist against the base of his cock to hold it upright and out toward Jess. "You want it, boss? C'mon and suck my dick!"

Jess looked down at the handsome hunk with wild lust in his eyes. Giving up dominance went completely against his grain yet Jess was unable---and unwilling---to control himself. He was consumed with the desire to thoroughly devour the hot stud on the couch. Suddenly he wanted that dick in his mouth as much as he'd ever wanted anything in his life. To feel it throbbing in the tight confines of his throat. To taste the manly semen seeping from the thick gash atop its bulbous head. Oh, he'd suck that dick alright. He'd give it a blow job to beat all blow jobs. He'd even eat out that tight hairy man ass. And then, when Ray least expected it, he'd ram his man rod all the way up that spit-primed hole and fuck the life out of the dude.

For one of the few times in his life Jess dropped to his knees between the inviting spread of Ray's hairy, muscular thighs. Jerking his painfully stiff ramrod while hefting and squeezing his heavy nut sac Jess' swollen tongue dramatically circled around and around his puffed out lips. Long lusty moans gargled up from deep within as his eyes feasted on the man-dick pulsing savagely right in front of him. It was over nine inches of the most symmetrically perfect cock he'd ever imagined, heavy manly veins haphazardly criss-crossing its thick inches giving it a macho rather than pretty appearance, with a huge helmet just begging to be sucked. Jess' eyes lustily roved upward over Ray's flawless body, flaring widely when the stud tucked an arm behind his head, bicep flexed and exposing the thick tuft of dark hair under his exposed armpit. In his sexual exploits Jess had always sought out the manliest of men to fuck around with. With Ray, he realized, he'd reached the zenith in his quest---there was none better than the hot stud casually lounging buck naked and ready before him.

With a throaty growl Jess' face shot forward, deliberately by-passing the beauteous cockstalk and attacked the man's fist propped up against the heavy meat. His wet tongue slithered over Ray's knuckles, dipped between the joints of his thick fingers and sucked two of them into his mouth. Ray assisted by pumping the digits deeply and forcefully into Jess' sloppy maw, hooking them around the insides of his cheeks and probing for his tonsils. Jess choked around the intrusion but valiantly held his ground, worshiping the working man's hand and refusing to display weakness in the stud's presence. Ray's big cock was lodged against the side of his face. An intense heat emanated from the towering shaft, warming the palm of Jess' hand as he wrapped his fingers around the stalk and gave it a few buddy strokes. The erect meat felt awesome in his grip, even better than when he fondled his own equally impressive dick, and Jess was consumed with the unfamiliar desire to have a taste of it.

With his hairy forearms stretched across Ray's powerful thighs he came up higher on his knees and swiped his tongue across the sloped head of the hard cock. Warm pre-cum washed over his palate, the tasty essence of the hunk filling him with uncontrolled desire and prompting him to lap at the head more purposefully. His hand twisted up and down the strong, vein-engorged shaft while his tongue swished over the head and around the thick ridge of the man-sized helmet. He growled hungrily as Ray rewarded him with a steady flow of musky seminal fluid. Jess wanted to devour every drop of the stuff, squeezing the shaft upward to extract as much as quickly as he could obtain it.

Coming up for a moment he smacked his lips and murmured, while longingly stroking the massive missile, "Hot fuckin' cock!" before leaning in and wrapping his lips around the rim to enclose the head in his mouth. As Jess slurped and sucked on the entire helmet Ray's head fell back on the sofa as his eyes dreamily closed and he moaned his appreciation. Holding Jess by the back of the head Ray began rhythmically gyrating his hips. His pelvis thrust upward, forcing more dick to sink between Jess' twitching lips. Waring wasn't quite as skilled as either Jon or Petie, but what he lacked in experience he more than made up for with obvious enthusiasm. His suspicion that the beefy stud didn't usually go down on other men made their union all the more enticing.

His manimal groaning ceaseless, Jess piggishly devoured nearly half of Ray's fuckstick. He'd eaten loads of pussy in his thirty-odd years, even taken a few experimental licks of cock, but Waring had never tasted anyone as scrumptious as the Giagianno hunk. He sucked hard on the thick hunk of man meat, unafraid of being tough with it. Hot blood pumped through the steely shaft, the fat gnarled veins like speed bumps grinding over Jess' wet, working lips. Jess threw himself into the blow job, leaving teeth marks as he chewed on the prime cut of beef in his desperation to hear the macho stud whimper and beg for more. Grabbing hold of Ray's big bloated ball sac he roughly squeezed the encased orbs tightly in his fist, causing big Ray to squirm on the sofa.

Uncorking his mouth Jess nibbled his way down the thick vein running up Ray's stupendous shaft, pausing to munch at the hairy base. His tongue washed over the big sweaty sac nestled there between the stud's hairy, widespread thighs. Tracing the tight seam running down the middle of the hairy sac he concentrated first on one huge sperm-filled egg and then the other. Jess valiantly tried but, despite his greatest efforts, he couldn't get the entire unit into his lusty maw. He feasted on the sweaty nads, teasing them into thickening and tightening and allowing him easier access to the true object of his desire.

The manly aroma emanating from down there pleasantly assailed Jess' nostrils, driving him even more delirious with forbidden lust. Brusquely shoving Ray's ball bag out of the way he glided his tongue around the formerly hidden taint in a figure eight, growling his pleasure at the heady flavors washing over his taste buds. He speared through the folds of Ray's hair-lined trench and poked at the quivering ass bud with the point of his tongue. With Ray's balls sac resting on his forehead and his face buried between his legs he probed and prodded at the petals of the other stud's man hole, willing them to bloom and allow him entrance.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Jess gruffly ordered. Both men padded on bare feet into the other room, dicks leading the way, and threw themselves across the bed. Jess purposely positioned himself in the classic sixty-nine position and went right back down on Ray's cock, his intentions clear with his own prick thrust out in front of Ray's handsome face. Like Jess, Ray had little experience sucking dick except for the few times he'd given a little head to Jon. Even then it had only been a matter of less than a couple of minutes before he spat out the tool. But it was clear Jess wanted some head and he was doing such a fine job himself that Ray found himself hard-pressed to deny the boss. Besides, Jess held the key to his future. So what if he had to do a little whoring to secure a better financial future for his family?

Gingerly looking the beastly club in the oozing eye Ray reached out to wrap a fist around the thick shaft, thinking to himself that the sonofabitch looked bigger up close like this. Jess' breath caught in his throat at the initial touch. He paused in his own bawdy cock sucking to look through the spread of their muscular, manly bodies to hiss, "Lick that cock, stud. Lick it!"

Swallowing hard Ray defensively closed his eyes and leaned in to run his tongue over the drooling crest of Jess' piece, grimacing at the initial taste of the other stud's translucent dick juice. The heated sigh coming from the man quickly convinced Ray this is exactly what the boss wanted. Like the faithful employee he'd always been---and with his eye on a much bigger prize---straight Ray figured it would be in his best interests to please the boss in any way he could. With his head sweetly spinning from the beers he'd consumed and his heart thundering in his massive chest with an unexpected fiery lust Ray began washing his tongue more rapidly over the blunt bulb, coating his palate with Jess' unending surges of punky-tasting pre-cum. Ray soon found himself less offended by the flavor, figuring it was exactly the way a real man should taste. Growing more experimental, he glided his tongue around the thickly pronounced ridge of the hefty helmet and soon had the prized crown completely in his mouth, sucking on it as earnestly as Jess was worshipping his.

Jess' nostrils flared as he hungrily devoured better than half of Ray's handsome cock. He couldn't keep his eyes off the macho stud taking manly cock into his mouth and fisting the thick stalk while he siphoned off its juices. Things were going exactly as Jess had planned---first to get hunky Ray to suck his dick and then the ultimate victory: to breach his straight virgin asshole and make the man his bitch forever. Once he'd bred that tight hairy man cunt he'd certainly reward Ray with the management position. In the beginning his visits to the New Jersey location would understandably be more frequent. His father would never question Jess' checking in to oversee the new man in charge, although Jess had been certain from the beginning Ray would make a fine manager. Grateful Ray would become his Jersey cum dump and Jess would fuck him ragged and raw on his weekly visits. Heck, once he'd broken the macho stud and taken claim Jess didn't think he'd ever have need of another fuck toy---they didn't come any better than Ray Giagianno!

Ray was sucking cock more enthusiastically now, his hot lips gliding down the first few inches of Jess' shaft and fucking his mouth back and forth on it as his tongue continued to flick over the wet surface. Jess' muscular body squirmed with delight and his own hot tongue ravenously lapped at Ray's beefsteak. Suddenly he wanted that strongly veined slab of man meat deep in his throat. The desire surprised him; he'd never been a cock sucker before. But there was something about Giagianno that made a man want to worship him thoroughly. Rolling Ray onto his back Jess was on hands and knees over the stud, the big gorgeous dick angled now so that it could potentially spear straight down Jess' desperate gullet. Ray had managed to keep Jess' cock captured between his lips through the transition. He took hand holds on Jess' strong buttocks, kneading the firm globes which began to rise and fall as the other man began to fuck his prick in and out of Ray's mouth, forcing the worker to take more and more until he was knocking against the entrance to his throat. Ray choked and sputtered around the big thing, but he failed to disappoint with his new-found cock-sucking expertise.

Jess attacked Ray's bobbing muscle, twisting his head from side to side while he gulped down inches of tasty cock. He had to have it all, no matter what the cost. He was a man, after all, and up to any challenge. Involuntarily shuddering he willed his throat open and swallowed once, then again. Tears sprang to his eyes as he forced fat cock down into his throat. Coughing and gagging, he refused to let this man's cock best him. Continually swallowing, he was barely aware that his face had flushed a dangerous shade of red or that the cords of his neck were standing out in grotesque relief. Snot was oozing from widely flared nostrils and saliva freely flowed from his gaping maw. White spots flashed before his glazed eyes, but Jess failed to give up. Down, down he went, his lips traversing every vein-engorged inch of dick until mercifully they locked around the wide, sweaty root.

"Fuck, yeah!" Ray sighed, momentarily releasing Jess' piece from his face. "Fuckin' deep throat that bitch, boss!"

Jess incoherently mumbled something. He was lost in a moment of sexual bliss with his nose tucked into Ray's intoxicating scrotum and his chin resting in the man's thick bush. He remained still there as long as he could, savoring the sensation of the restless beast pulsing maddeningly against the strained walls of his bloated throat. He, Jess Waring, who fed his cock to countless others, had succeeding in taking the best of them all whole. It was a completely titillating feeling and he wanted to remain in the moment for as long as possible, engorged on cock and inhaling the masculine scents emanating from the handsome stud's abundant genitals. As his lungs screamed for air, with a deep cry of frustration Jess extricated himself from the quaking ramrod. Breathing heavily, he wiped his tearing eyes with the back of his hand and swiped a hairy forearm under his leaking nose. "Sonofabitch!" he panted as he gave the heavy shaft a few stokes before taking a mouthful of it again.

Ray let out a roar of pleasure when Jess shot straight down on his rigid member, his hungry lips squirming about the fat, hairy root. With his mouth cock stuffed, Jess wriggled his hips seeking purchase and pushed his cock into Ray's mouth again. Wet, squelching sounds emitted from between the ethnic hunk's lips as Jess lustily pounded Ray's face while he reveled in the delights of Ray's own prominent piece. Jess' eyes rolled back in their sockets as he went up and down on the nine-inch member, taking it to the root and all the way out again. He barely paused at the top, just long enough to catch a quick breath before making the mouth-watering journey back down the hefty dong. Ray was clawing at his ass, fingers pulling open the trench and tickling the bud, while his straight face was forcibly fucked.

His raspy throat willing, but unable to take any more, Jess concentrated on exploring the rest of Ray's delectable assets. Once again he feasted on the hefty cum-bloated nut sac, tighter now than it was at his introduction. His tongue washed over the large scumbag with its coating of fine hairs for a short while before he pushed it to the side and sought out the treasure hidden below. Taking Ray's strong, trunk-sized legs under the knees, he pretzeled him up so as to bring the stud's ass to a more advantageous position. And there it was! Hot as could be, the deep hair-lined trench splayed wide open and the tight little bud innocently waiting there, unaware that soon a huge cock would be ramming its way between those sweet lips.

Jess gave a long swipe of his tongue to one side of the ditch and then the other before zeroing in on the tangy pucker. It tasted so fuckin' good down there in the most secret place of another man and Jess made it a point to show his appreciation. He concentrated only on the tightly clenched bundle of wrinkly flesh, roving his tongue quickly back and forth over the bud. He could feel the man lips quiver against the tip of his mouth muscle and grew even more excited, imaging how it would feel when he forced his big cock into those moist folds of flesh. Deciding he really needed to do this right, Jess reluctantly pulled himself from between Ray's lips and flung himself from atop the other man's prone body to take a place right between the spread of his hairy legs. He went to town sloppily eating Ray's ass, making sure to get it nice and wet with abundant loads of saliva to ease the initial penetration. Big Ray was obviously no stranger to ass worship. His was grinding against the mattress, one hand clenching finger's full of Jess' hair while the other stroked his big meat. His own desire increased, Jess aggressively slipped his tongue through Ray's man petals and slithered up inside his rectum. He licked the insides of the other man, making sure to force as much wet saliva into the fuck hole as possible. Ray was bucking like a bronco now, obviously loving the way the tongue was slipping in and out of his asshole. Looking across the rotating slopes and planes of the hunk's muscular body Jess could see the extent of his bliss. Ray's head was rolling back and forth on the pillows, his eyes tightly shut and his brows knitted with sexual anguish. He moaned his pleasure repeatedly, flicking out his tongue to sexily lick his full lips. The time was now---or never.

Quickly he came up, took hold of his crazily leaking dick and pressed the fat knob right up against the hot, split-slick asshole. Ray reacted instantly. His eyes shot wide open and fear enveloped his handsome features. Shouting "Noooooooo!" he pressed the ball of his perfectly arched foot into Jess' sternum and shoved with all the strength of his powerful leg. With the wind knocked out of him Jess lost balance and fell backwards, his naked arms and legs akimbo. Ray hurriedly came up to a seated position and attempted to swing his legs to the side of the bed but Jess, moving with lightning-speed agility, hastily rebounded and threw his body on the struggling man. He deftly dodged a blow to his jaw as Ray's fist shot out and used the moment to pin the other man's muscular arms back. At the same time he used his knees to pry Ray's flailing legs apart and sought out the much-desired asshole with his rampant cock. Ray was a bucking stallion, heaving with his strong body and kicking out with his legs, refusing to allow the other man to dominate him. Jess reveled in the challenge; this is the way a great man fuck was supposed to be. He shoved with his hips but once again missed his mark, instead sliding his dick through Ray's deep man ditch. Realizing he had to quickly gain advantage Ray emitted a beastly howl and lunged with all his might. Both men went over the side of the bed, hard muscled bodies wrapped around one another, and crashed onto the floor.

Face down on the carpeting Jess struggled to regain purchase, but Ray's sweaty body was heavy atop his. Pressing his hands against the floor he attempted to push upward, but it was to no avail. Ray was the tower of strength over him.

"Let me up, Giagianno!" he ordered angrily.

"Fuck you, Waring!" snarled the victor. "Thought you were gonna rape my ass. That's what this whole night was really all about, wasn't it?"

"You're fired!" Jess spat out, but his dismissal lacked conviction. Ray merely chuckled at the retort. Grasping hold of Jess' wrists he lay flat atop the man's slick body, stubble chin in the crook of the other man's shoulder and whispered hotly into his ear, "Somebody's gonna get fucked, but it ain't gonna be me." To accentuate the point he leveled his groin and began grinding his big dick into the wedge of Jess' ass.

Jess stiffened, then struggled anew. "NOOOOOOOO!" he wailed. "I don't get fucked, you sonofabitch!" There was real fear in his voice now.

Ray used his knees to wedge Jess' flailing legs wider apart, then planted his powerful, trunk sized thighs to the outside of Jess', tucking his feet under and around the inside of the man's ankles, holding him in place and further exposing the crack of his hairy ass. His rampaging cock, excited at the prospect of what it was about to do, leaked volumes of slick pre-cum into the twitching trench. Jess reared anew when he felt the warmth of pre-fuck lube lazily oozing along his ditch but his actions only resulted in slamming his up ass against the king-sized man-dick. Ray took the opportunity to slide his cock around in the hairy split to make it nicely slick. The two strong masculine bodies writhed and heaved but Ray had his opponent pinned to the floor with the entire weight of his body. Jess was beating his fists, the only part of his limbs he could move, against the floor and screaming a string of threatening obscenities but Ray paid no heed. His trained cock eye sought out Jess' wet ass lips and the lush head brutally pushed against the tightened folds.

Jess howled as the huge cock thrust forward and popped into his virgin anus. Ray groaned like a beast as he slipped into the incredible tightness of Jess' hot male fuck oven. The other man's insides clutched against him, futilely attempting to thwart his invasion, but Ray pressed onward. His big cock probed deeper and deeper, stretching rectal membranes, slipping along sloppy entrails and ripping the ass open until his groin was mashed up against the body of his employer.

"Take it the fuck out! Take it the fuck out! Take it the fuck out!" Jess repeated again and again, his voice hoarse and fearful. Pain seared through his lower extremities; he felt like his ass had been split in two by the huge man tool. It was supposed to have been him raping the desirable stud---not the other way around. How could things have gone so terribly wrong?

But Jess had no time to further ponder his predicament. Ray was relentless in his desire to turn the tables on his unscrupulous boss. Without a moment's hesitation he pulled his rigid shaft back. Slick ass membrane clung to the huge tool as it nearly exited the distended lips before being crudely shoved right back in the tight hole. Jess bellowed again when the fat head punched into his gut, reared his head back and pounded on the floor with mitt-like fists as Ray proceeded with a full-fledged fuck. He thrust the full length of his impressive tool in and out of Jess' newly-made man-cunt, driven by the awesome cock-pleasing tightness of the squirming fuck tunnel. His firm charcoaled jaw was set, his eyes hard and glazed with sex lust as he chugged along, fucking the violated hole with all his might.

The tendons in Jess' neck and temples contracted grotesquely and his face turned a hue of purple. Frothy spittle formed at the sides of his mouth and his eyes bulged frighteningly in their sockets. With his big body shuddering he pleaded now, "Please, Giagianno! Take it out! I can't fuckin' stand it! Please! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasse!"

Ray shoved deep, resting a moment, and leaned in close to Jess' ear. "Would you've stopped if you'd gotten your way and I was the one beggin'?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jess declared with hope in his voice. "I swear it! I would've!"

"Bull-shit!" Ray spat out and proceeded to heave his strong hips back, then forward again, pumping all nine inches of his manhood into Jess' writhing guts. He drove his dick to the root time and again, forcing Jess to take it like a man and ignored his fervent pleas. Ray was reveling in the titillating sensations the fucked man's rabidly contracting ass was bringing to the nerve-endings of his plunger. His cock rammed in and out of that asshole like a race horse headed for the finish line.

Later Jess would have difficulty remembering exactly when in his deflowering it occurred, but at some point he discovered that the savage pain he'd first endured had ebbed and been replaced with something new. It was almost as if some dark, sinister desire had enveloped him, making the fucking almost desirable. Oh, sure, it still hurt. But it was a different kind of pain: a bearable pain, a pleasurable pain. All at once he understood why Larry and all those others before him craved it when he slipped his cock into their love socket. This is exactly what sex with a man should be. It shouldn't be a stroll in the park or a day at the beach. It should be rough, there should be pain. It's what made men, well, men!

"Oh fuck!" he moaned now. "Fuck me, Giagianno! Fuck me hard, you bastard!"

A smug smile highlighted Ray's handsome features. Confident he'd broken the raging stallion Ray loosened his vise-like hold on Jess' hunky body and fucked him without restraint. Instead of resisting, Jess was now bucking his ass up against each forceful thrust. His fuck hole was still awesomely tight around Ray's charging member but it now yielded more easily to the ongoing assault.

Muscles in his arms bulging, Ray flipped the man over onto his back, lifted and spread his hairy legs and speared his dick back into the inviting asshole. "Fuck, yeah!" Jess declared through a tightly clenched jaw. In this new fuck position he was able to feast his eyes on the face and body of the magnificent stud ravaging him. Glistening sweat from his fuck exertions highlighted each curve, plane and indentation of Ray's ample musculature. Jess ran his hands over thick, rounded delts, felt bulging biceps and gripped the other man's hairy, club-like forearms. His paws traversed wickedly curved pectoral mounds and marveled at the large brown nipples capping each, both nubs poking out like twin erasers. He ventured down Ray's perfectly tapered V-shaped torso, tracing the definition of the stud's pronounced abdominal structure and his pronounced obliques which led to the hairy groin pounding against his own body. "Fuck, yeah!" Jess gushed again, but this time with appreciation for the build of the raging bull.

Although aware he'd successfully converted Jess, Ray failed to minimize the ferocity of his fuck beats. Hovering over the other man, propped up by hands on either side of his body, Ray's hips rose and fell with lightning speed, thrusting his luscious cock deep inside the grasping asshole. Jess' hands continually stroked his body, twisted his nipples and punched against his powerful chest, enticing him onward. He drove his warrior way up into the wriggling chute again and again, rearranging Jess' insides and causing a kick to the other man's gut. Jess wrapped his legs around Ray's waist, as if fearful of letting him go, and arched his wrecked butt up to meet each thrust. His entire body quivered each time the strong cock brushed his prostate and wondered how he'd gone his entire life without ever experiencing such absolute bliss. This might be the first time he'd been fucked---but it certainly wouldn't be his last. A whole new world of possibilities had been opened for Jess Waring.

Ray showed incredible stamina, fucking Jess with no sign of slowing down. His big shaft plunged repeatedly, excavating the hairy hole and staking claim. If it hadn't been for Jess' orgasm he might have gone on even longer. But Jess' body was twitching and shaking, sweat liberally pouring off him and his widened eyes had that crazy, glazed-over look which Ray knew only too well. With no interference the boss' cock swelled and its lips parted to emit a shot of cum so forceful that it audibly smacked against Ray's chest. Jess' back rose and slammed down again and again as wave after wave of man cream was fucked out of him. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he bellowed over and over as he rode the crest of the most incredible orgasm he'd thus far had. He'd never cum so damned much before. The stuff drenched Ray's sweating torso and liberally pooled all over his own chest. And through it all Ray missed nary a beat, his big cock delighting in the gripping, spasming ass hole as its owner spewed his seed.

Heavy muscles on his sweat-sheened well-built body tightened noticeably and the pulse at his temples began to throb as Ray was driven to his own release. With a wild, almost desperate cry he threw back his head, buried his rod to the root in Jess' bung and exploded inside him.

"Oh, yeah stud! Shoot that load! Shoot that fuckin' load!" Jess was pounding on his chest with both fists, thoroughly captivated by the look of rapture on Ray's handsome features while he shot his load. He was certain he could feel the scalding jets of man cream flooding his guts and filling his belly. Ray came like a true champion, one hot spurt after another sending electric-like impulses through his heaving form. Finally, fully spent, he fell atop the other man, his heart still racing in his chest from the energetic fuck session.

"You hot sonofabitch!" Jess growled, taking Ray by the back of his corded neck, "That was one hot fuck!" He slammed his mouth heatedly against Ray's moist lips and thrust his tongue into the man's mouth. Ray responded to the highly erotic kiss, filling Jess' mouth with his warm tongue and dueling for dominance. The kiss was savage and hungry---all mashing lips, gnashing teeth and slippery tongues.

"You report tomorrow at eight in your new office," Jess ordered as they lazily lolled in after-sex bliss. "I've found my new manager."

Ray grinned lop-sidedly and retorted, "Hold on one minute there, boss. We haven't even talked salary yet."

"You fucker!" Jess snarled. When Ray purposely ground his still-hard appendage around in Jess' drenched pussy, he quickly relented, "Substantial raise! Substantial raise!"

Ray smiled widely. "Now that's more like it, Waring."

"Only thing is, there's lots of shit for you to learn. At the dealership, I mean. We're gonna have to spend lots of late evenings over the next week so I can get you, um, oriented to the business end," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Grinning, Ray cocked a brow. "You're still not getting my ass, Waring."

"Fuck, it's not your ass I'm thinkin' about," Jess declared as he tucked a hairy forearm around the back of Ray's head and pulled him down into another lusty lip lock.

Jon Kingston had just reached the top of the staircase and reached for the switch to extinguish the downstairs lights when the door bell rang. Puzzled, he trod down the stairs in stocking feet and peered out the door-side window. Quickly recognizing his visitor he turned the locks on the door and opened it on the form of the other man.

Joey Giagianno, cute as could be, stood there with a forlorn expression on his handsome face. "Hey Jon," he mumbled, eyes cast down shame-faced to some spot on the porch in front of him.

"What's goin' on Joey? Kinda late, isn't it?"

"I was just over Ray's but he ain't home. Had to stay late at the job or somethin'."

Jon could see there was something on Joey's mind and invited him inside. It was then he noticed the duffel bag strapped over the young man's shoulders. "What's with the bag, Joey?"

Joey hesitated for a moment and then let it all out. "I've left Tracy. It's over. I need a place to stay for tonight. Was gonna camp out on Ray's couch but, like I said, he ain't home. Do you think maybe I could, like, stay here for the night?"

It was apparent that Joey not only needed a place to rest his head but also someone to share his dilemma with. "Of course you can, Joey," Jon said, placing a hand on the back of the buck's bull-sized neck and squeezing affectionately. "C'mon upstairs and we'll get you settled in, then you can tell me all about it."

Joey led the way up the stairs with Jon trailing close behind him, his eyes riveted on the beautiful bubble ass framed in faded denim. As he reached the upper landing and flipped out the downstairs lights he chuckled to himself. The night was far from over.