Straight Buddy Ray

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #28: CUMMING OF AGE by Jon Royale

The following is a work of erotic fiction intended for mature readers. It includes graphic depictions of sexual encounters. Copyright is maintained by the author.

It had done nothing but rain during the majority of the Spring season along the notheastern coastal corridor and this day proved to be yet another drencher. If he were back in the Biblical days, Vincent Giagianno would have taken to building his own Ark in preparation for the impending flood. He certainly would have had the time. As foreman for the road maintenance crew there really wasn't a heck of a lot of work for him or his staff. They were supposed to be tearing up an old stretch of roadway running parallel to the Parkway and laying new pavement. But, with the rains, what should have been a two-to-three week job had stretched into an impossible two months. It would be the dog days of summer before they ever got on with the project!

The windshield wipers flipped back and forth, clearing the line of vision as he maneuvered his pickup off the highway and onto the feeder road that would lead home. It was only early afternoon but Vincent had cut out of work early. There wasn't much doing anyway and his second man, a young go-getter, could easily handle things while Vinnie burned off half a personal day. With the wife at work it would be nice to sit back and relax in relative peace and quiet for awhile. Truth be told, the game had gone into extra innings last night and Vinnie had stayed up to witness the outcome. The bums had lost it in the end and it was going on one o'clock before he finally hefted himself into bed for a little shut eye.

The upcoming weekend was going to be a busy one. Vincent's grandson R.J., short for Raymond Jr., turned eighteen this very day. The family had planned the celebration for Saturday, a big Giagianno-style barbeque in the back yard of their home on Mansgrove. With the weather always ominous these days they'd rented canopies and tents and Vincent was expected there early in the morning to help set up. Vincent had to shake his head thinking about how quickly time had gone by. While he hadn't been in the kid's life early on they'd managed to bond over the past few years. Ray-J, as the other teens called him, had turned out to be a good kid, both smart and athletic. There'd been a little trouble earlier in the year but that had all been straightened out. Heck, he wouldn't be a Giagianno if he didn't sow some wild oats. Vincent had certainly done enough of that himself.

He wasn't much older that RJ himself when he knocked up that Puerto Rican cunt Sonia and got railroaded into marrying her by his old man, rest his soul. Sonia was a selfish, status-climbing twat---but she sure knew how to fuck and she seemed to thrive on Vincent's randy prong. A healthy sex life was the only thing the couple had going for them, resulting in two more bambinos before Vincent took a hike. If he ever had been in love with Sonia he fell out of it when he met Maria, the sweet Cuban payroll girl. Maria had relationship troubles of her own and shared them with an interested Vincent. They grew closer and closer with each passing day until they realized that they needed to be together all the time. It took some doing but eventually they both got out of their other relationships and were wed.

Vincent still suffered pangs of remorse over leaving his children to selfishly pursue his own desire. In the beginning things were strained between him and his oldest son, Ray, who was only thirteen at the time. Vince was proud of the way Ray stepped up to the plate, appointing himself man of the house and taking care of his younger brother and sister. The relationship between them was strained for a long time and only began to heal when Ray became a father himself. Joey and Sharyn, his other children, were way too young to even remember him as part of their family and accepted him more easily as they matured. Vince was grateful that he had become a part of their life when it easily could have gone the other way.

Marrying Maria meant taking on a ready-made family. She already had two young boys of her own and a newborn when they met. The older boys took to him readily but, as he grew, the younger one never seemed to cotton to Vince. He couldn't quite understand it since he treated all of the boys as if they were his own. Try as he might to include him, young Carlos remained distant.

That was over twenty-four years ago and things had not changed all that much. The love had faded, as it often does, but he and Maria remained together out of a sense of habit. The middle son was now married and living up north with his first baby on the way. The eldest was out of the house, too. He'd landed himself a nice paying job with an enterprising company in the city and was doing well for himself. Vince suspected he was something of a player with the ladies, a trait which they had in common. Even during his marriage to Sonia Vince rarely turned down any sweet smelling snatch thrown his way.

Carlos was another matter entirely. He'd be twenty five on his next birthday and the young man showed absolutely no ambition. Vince blaimed Maria for having coddled the boy all through his formative years. Carlos worked a part time job at one of those designer clothing stores at the mall pulling in no more than twenty-something hours per week. He slept through his days and spent what little he made clubbing all night. The party boy seemed to have a lot of friends but no real girl friend. He was a good looking Cuban boy, maybe too good looking, and spent a fair amount of time on his appearance. Once a week he was at the salon getting his hair buzzed fashionably close to the scalp, taking facials, manicures and pedicures and having his eyebrows waxed to a precise thin line. Vince found it all unmanly but kept his tongue. Maria didn't suffer any negative remarks about her "baby." In fact, it was Vincent's strong suspicion that her money paid for all of Carlos' primping.

Vincent rounded the curve and turned onto his street, hoping he'd arrive to an empty house so he could have some much-needed alone time. He was disappointed to see Carlos' brilliant red sports car, an expensive jalopy Maria had bought for his twenty-third birthday, parked in the driveway. 'Why couldn't the welcher have been working this one fucking day?' Vince wondered as he pulled in next to the flashy sports car and turned off the ignition. He supposed it really didn't matter, though. Carlos was probably behind his bedroom door getting his beauty rest before the night's events.

Vincent let himself in through the garage like he always did, depositing his mucky work boots on the matt Maria had put there years ago just outside the door to the house. Once inside he tossed his keys into the basket on the nearby counter, another one of Maria's ideas after hearing him complain once too often about losing them. Shuffling on stocking feet into the kitchen he pulled open the refrigerator door and, after a quick scan, settled on a nice cool beer. Popping the top he took a long swallow, belched loudly and swiped the back of a hand across his wet lips. Getting out of his rain dampened work clothes and taking a leisurely hot shower sounded good to Vincent so he made his way to the stairway in the main hall with beer in tow.

As he mounted the steps he paused a moment upon hearing sounds from the upper floor. There was music coming from one of the rooms. It wasn't stereo music; more like background from the television. Vincent shook his head and continued his ascent. The lazy good-for-nothing bum was lounging up there watching the t.v. when he should be out earning an honest buck. Reaching the upper landing he turned the master bedroom and was about to enter when another sound stopped him in his tracks. It was groaning---male groaning---coming from the television sound track. The fucking Cuban kid was spending his rainy afternoon watching porn!

Later he wasn't sure what possessed him but Vincent found himself padding down the carpeted corridor to the partially open door at the end of the hall. Placing his big fingers against the panel he silently pushed it open a few inches more. His brown eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene being played out on the television monitor. It was a sex film, alright, but not like anything he'd ever seen before! The scene was a cheaply constructed road construction site. A buck naked young dark haired man, who looked to be no older than twenty-one, was leaning over a road barricade while, behind him, a gruff older man was roughly fucking him up the ass! Stunned, Vince realized it was no cable movie; this was a porn dvd Carlos was watching. His eyes shifted to the other side of the room and what he saw there made his heart thunder in his chest.

Carlos was naked as the day he was born, head down on the pillow and up on his knees facing away from him and shoving a flesh-toned dildo in and out of his obviously-shaved ass hole. The Cuban was moaning along with the kid on the disc as he frantically worked himself with the rubber toy with one hand while he stroked his hard-on wih the other. And, as if that weren't enough, the young man began muttering obscene sex words.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me!" he groaned. "Fuck me, Papi! Big strong fuckin' daddy dick! Fuck me, Vinnie! Vinnie! Vinnie!"

Vincent's mouth went dry and his cock grew instantly hard. The premise of the film: road construction. Younger man/older stud. Carlos shouting out his name as he plowed his nether regions. It was all suddenly obvious. Carlos was fantasizing that it was him, his stepfather, fucking him senseless!

Suddenly enraged and filled with an unspeakable lust Vincent pushed the door open all the way and advanced on his wife's pride and joy. Before Carlos even knew what was happening he had him by the back of the head to keep him from getting away and, with the other hand, he ripped the rubber cock out of Carlos' abused hole. It was an ugly thing, thick and long with pronounced exaggerated veins running all over it. Holding it by the base Vincent whacked it against Carlo's smooth butt cheeks. Carlos squirmed, stunned at this turn of events, and tried to get loose from his as-yet-unidentified captor.

"What the---! Lemme go!" he wailed. Vincent responded by beating his ass again with the fake cock.

"All this time, I shoulda known you were queer!" Vincent announced in his deeply masculine voice. All at once Carlos stopped thrashing about, horrified at the realization that he'd been discovered by his step father. The same handsome, manly step father he'd fantasized about since the time he reached puberty.

"Vin-Vinnie?" he managed. "I--I---" But there were no words of explanation necessary.

"You like getting fucked, Carlito? Huh? Is this what you do all day while your mother and I are working to keep a roof over your lazy-ass?" Whack! The dildo slammed heavily against his buttocks again, leaving a red mark in its wake.

Carlos heaved on the bed, trying to get some kind of purchase to free himself. "Let me go!" he shouted once again.

"Why would I want to do that?" Vince teased, then imitated the young man. "Fuck me, Papi Vinnie! Fuck me up my faggot ass!" Carlos was numbed by his step father's words. "You want to get fucked? Well, here it comes boy. You're gonna get fucked!" With that he pressed the blunt head of the rubber cock up against Carlos' dilated hole and roughly shoved it straight in to the base. Carlos bucked on the bed and wailed at the crude intrusion. Holding the dildo by the base Vincent twisted it around inside the young man, perversely delighted at the way Carlos' body writhed in reaction. He pulled the whole thing clear out and then, before Carlos' ass lips had a second to even think about regrouping, slammed it back in. Again and again his strong arm manipulated the device, giving Carlos the kind of dildo fuck he'd never given himself before.

Carlos was screwed, literally, and he knew it. He'd been caught red handed flogging himself while loudly fantasizing about his mother's hunky husband. Ever since he was a young boy Carlos had been stealing glances at the muscular hunk and imaging what it would be like to be forceably taken by him. Although he pretended indifference toward the man Carlos could find none other as desirable, with the possible exception of his two equally studly sons, Carlos' step brothers Ray and Joey. In his wildest masturbatory fantasies he was the center piece of an orgy with all three of the Giagianno bucks, taking their hard Italian sausages in every orifice he had to offer and drowning in their rich manly cum.

Yet now, pinned to the bed by one strong arm while the other raped his hot hole with his favorite dildo, Carlos was strangely frightened. Fantasy was one thing, but the reality of his situation was quite another. Vinnie was a big, burly man with a hot Italian temper and Carlos, although he spent a fair amount of his spare time at the gym, would be no match for him if things got ugly. But every time the fake veiny cock slid over his prostate Carlos couldn't help but dreamily roll his eyes and whimper his pleasure. Vincent, easily catching on to Carlos' submission, smiled evily.

"You like this shit, don't you, faggot?" he growled. Carlos moaned and squirmed in response. "While me and your mother are out there every day sweating our asses off on the job here you are fucking yourself with a cock toy. Probably even paid for by your mother's hard earned money. Or mine. Out there just about every night at those discos probably picking up other queers to fuck you while we're tryin' to catch some shut eye so's we can be bright eyed for the next day at work. Ain't that right, Carlito?" He slammed the dildo up Carlos' ass especially hard, causing the young man to cry out at the intrusion.

"Yes! Fuck you, yes!" he wailed.

"Fuck me?" Vinnie repeated, incensed by Carlos' disrepect. "Fuck you, faggot!" He revved up the intensity, rapidly thrusting the unit fully up Carlos' chute and then out again, his muscular arm getting almost as much of a workout as his stepson's ravaged man-puss. Carlos bucked against the assault, desperately trying to free himself from Vinnie's grasp but the older man had him sufficiently pinned to the spot.

"Tell me, boy! I wanna hear!" Vinnie demanded, never missing a beat in his fevered fucking. "You and your faggot friends suck and fuck each other after the disco. Or do you pick up some other young dude you don't know? Huh? Tell me!"

"No," Carlos panted. "You got it all wrong, Vinnie! I swear! Me and my friends don't get it on. Not with each other. Please, slow down! Pleeeeeeeeeassse!"

Vincent failed to heed his request, ramming the dildo headlong between Carlos' smooth pussy lips. "Tell me who you fuck!" he shouted.

"Men," Carlos managed. "Men who go to the clubs. Older men. Daddies."

"Got a Daddy complex, do you, boy?" Vinnie chuckled. "Your own Daddy took off and left your ass high and dry and now you're lookin' for Daddies in all those queer clubs? Is that right?

"YESSSS!" the Cuban stud screamed. "Are you happy? I'm screwing all those men looking for a replacement Daddy. Now let me go!"

Vinnie paused a moment, the dildo motionless as it held far up in Carlos' rectum. "But you found him! He was here all the fuckin' time. Me, your Step Daddy. I'm gonna fuck this ass of yours good and hard, slut, and teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Carlos was floored. Straining his neck, he looked over his shoulder at the handsome older man and instantly knew from the savage look in Vincent's eyes that he meant business. Although startled by this turn of events, he was nevertheless consumed with the thrill of sexual anticipation combined with the promise of danger. Although not biologically, for all intents and purposes Vinnie was the only father figure he'd ever had. His own father deserted them when he was still in the womb, for crap's sake! They might never have gotten along---and Vinnie sure hadn't tried all that hard (perhaps because he knew Carlos wasn't from his own seed)---but the man was still his stepfather. His mother's husband! In his fantasies he'd been fucked by the macho stud thousands of times in any variety of locations and positions and now, unexpectedly, it was becoming a reality!

Carlos didn't really get laid as much as his stepfather assumed. Not that he couldn't have. He was a good looking young man who paid much attention to his physical appearance. He didn't much like working out, but he sure appreciated the results to his body and, besides, there was much eye candy at the gym. Because he was considered handsome and realized he could hook nearly anyone he wanted, Carlos was something of a snob. His criteria for a fuck partner ran very high. His small circle of friends named him "Princess." Only tough, macho, hard-bodied older straight men need apply for a shot at Carlos' pristine hole. There had been a few: the fire Chief in town, two married fathers on the local baseball team, the foreman of the landscaping crew at the apartment complex two blocks over, two (or was it three) traveling businessmen he'd encountered in a short stint as a waiter at the Sheraton and the stud who'd taken his cherry---Carlos' high school track coach.

With a savage snarl Vinnie yanked the dildo from Carlos' fuck hole and tossed it across the room. The heavy piece connected with the dresser top and scattered bottles of cologne and lotions like bowling pins. Vinnie slapped his blue-collar hands on Carlos' taut buttocks and used big thumbs to part his cheeks. For the first time the older man realized how smooth and hairless his stepson's ass really was. The fucking kid even shaved down there, creating for himself a totally bald pussy! Rubbing his fingers around the perimeter of the teen cunt Vinnie couldn't even detect any semblance of stubble; Carlos did an expert job of keeping himself tantalizingly smooth. It was a turn on for Vincent, who always was appreciative of a bald snatch. He wasn't fond of plucking hairs from his teeth during or after fine dining.

Upon first encountering his stepson in a compromising position Vincent had been prepared to punish and ostrasize him; now he found himself consumed with a ravenous appetite. In all his fifty-four years he had never touched another man. Never even thought about it. He was a straight shooter. But with that fine pink ass staring him in the face, juicy melons that belonged to his wife's son, Vincent's lust was uncontrollable. Wrapping a strong, hairy arm under the young man's taut mid-section he lifted Carlos' lower body so that his ass was higher in the air, palmed his cheeks wider apart and, with a savage growl, dove in.

Carlos' mind was whirling when he felt his stepfather's stubbled cheeks against his gym-toned ass cakes and the wet tongue slobbering over his hot hole. His pretty cock instantly shot to an almost painful hardness, hovering over the mattress beneath him, the leaking head tapping up against his abdomen. It was a total mind fuck! His hot stud of a stepfather actually had his face buried in his ass and was energetically licking him clean, probably much the same way he used to do to Carlos' mother's pussy when they first were married. Carlos knew he should probably resist, or at least put up some sort of pretense, but he was crazy with lust and unable to take the upper hand.

Vincent ran his tongue up and down the full length of Carlos' trench, aroused at how silky smooth it actually was. He'd been an accomplished pussy-eater in his prime and had often lapped lower to sample the bung but could remember only one or two who were smooth as his stepson's ass. He wasn't sure how the faggot did it but there wasn't a trace of stubble, not even a bit of fine down. And it turned him on more than anything he could remember in recent years. He grasped hold of Carlos' taut buns and lewdly kneaded them while his tongue wriggled along the widely-parted crack. He felt the wrinkled flesh of the boy's asshole spasm each time he lapped over it and knew what Carlos wanted. With his tongue fully distended he glided his palate over the target area again and again, savoring the flavors of the boy's ass and making it shine with saliva.

Vincent crossed a big, hairy left arm across to grasp the young man by his right leg and deftly flipped Carlos over onto his back. For the first time since the beginning of the encounter Carlos had a real good look at his stepfather and was almost frightened by the dark look on his handsome face and the lusty twinkle in his eyes. Vincent lifted Carlos' parted legs, taking time to run a heavy hand over one silky smooth limb and growl his approval before forcing them back. He was secretly impressed by Carlos' agility; the boy's lower legs were practically parallel to his prone body, forcing his sweet little ass wide open and facing invitingly upward. Carlos' dick, a real nice one that ought to be fucking lots of pussy instead of being wasted on other queers, was hard and throbbing like a motherfucker. Hungrily licking his wet lips, Vincent's big thumbs went to either side of the twitching bunghole and rudely peeled the tight pucker open. His eye watered as he glared at the pretty pink revealed inside. Hunching down he thrust out his tongue once again and zeroed in on the tasty target. Carlos trembled with pleasure as Vincent slobbered over his pert pucker, the tip poking at the steamy opening. Growling again when he felt Carlos' quivering bud tug at him Vincent buried his face into the yawning trench and thrust his tongue inside the pungent man-pussy.

With his nose pressed firmly into Carlos' sweaty taint the musky scent of hot ass throughly intoxicated Vincent and sent him into overdrive. With his mouth pressed entirely against the wide open hole he snaked as deeply as possible into the warm, slippery hole. He swirled it around inside, greedily excavating the tender walls of tissue. Carlos cooed and bucked on the bed, turned on like he'd never been before. His dick was hungry for some attention too, so he took it in one hand and began to stroke it. All at once Vincent was wrenching his hand away. With the back of his hand he crudely slapped the desperate cock, causing Carlos to wince. An angry scrowl was on his dark face and Carlos watched his ass-wet lips as he barked, "You don't touch yourself until I say so, faggot! This ain't about you gettin' off!" And then, to Carlos' surprise, the bigger man wrapped his fist around the cock and gave it a few full-length strokes before resuming his ass feast.

When he wasn't thrusting his tongue in, out and around the fuck hole Vincent was chewing on the young man's meaty ass lips. The sex sounds coming from deep within reminded Carlos of a wild dog fighting over a tasty bone. His stepfather's warm tongue felt so fucking good wriggling around inside him and reaming him out that Carlos was sure Vinnie could eat him into orgasm. The older man licked, sucked and nibbled on the Cuban youth's cunt like a ravenous wolf until he was satiated.

Managing to tear himself away from the delicious feast, Vincent scrambled over the boy and sat heavily upon him, knees to either side of Carlos. Carlos could feel the heat from the older man's hairy ass hole against his chest. The big man's huge, hairy cock hovered over his face like a tasty carrot, a ribbon of pre-cum lazily dripping from the bulbous head. As it broke free Carlos quickly caught it up on his tongue and savored the seminal flavor produced by his hunky stepfather, almost anticipating the slap of a hand his randy initiative would produce.

But it didn't.

"Eat my meat, boy!" Vincent ordered. Forming his hand into a strong fist he pressed it against the long Italian rod and pushed the head into Carlos' hungry, waiting mouth. Like a hungry bird being fed a tasty worm Carlos formed his lips around the large, spongey knob and lathered it with his tongue. He licked all over and around the mighty helmet, chewed on the sensitive frenum and dug into the meaty piss hole. His smoky eyes were trained on Vincent's masculine, charcoal-jawed face and the look of savage arousal displayed on his features. Carlos realized he'd never seen his stepfather like this before; the man had never looked so damned sexy!

When Vincent removed his fist his thick, steely manhood popped out of Carlos' mouth and slapped up against his hairy belly. Carlos could smell the powerful scent of man sex emanating from the thick, strong fuck rod. Suddenly Vincent was scrambling over him and turning to face the opposite direction. He was kneeling behind Carlos' prone body now. Shoving a pillow under the younger man's shoulders he grasped him by the sides of his face and angled his head downward.

"I'm gonna fuck your tonsils, boy! Gonna shove my dick right down your faggot throat!" he snarled.

Carlos whimpered with anticipation and stretched his jaws wide to accept the oncoming assault. Stretching out his hairy legs and digging his thick toes into the mattress Vincent came up in push-up position over the youth. Moving his hips he sought out the waiting fuck hole and crudely shoved his dick inside. The big dick glided over Carlos' tongue and the roof of his mouth as Vincent fucked his face with hard, determined strokes. Carlos could taste the yummy flavor of cock snot leaking from the fruit-sized head banging against the back of his throat. Like at the doctor's office he opened up, said "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" and provided a tunnel for Vincent to sink into. The strong man cock plunged into the tight confines of Carlos' throat until the younger man's nose was buried in his sweaty ball sac. Failing to hesitate, he ripped his organ out of the boy's throat and then quickly pounded it back in. His hips rose and fell, savagely fucking the wet mouth of his stepson.

The muscles in Vincent's arms pulsed to each side of Carlos' hips as he propped himself up over the boy in fuck position. He glared down at the long throbbing dick of his stepson which literally drooled clear pre-cum. The male beauty rose from a smooth pubic mound, not even the remotest sign of a hair anywhere---as if Carlos were a pre-pubescent boy. But the dick on him sure didn't belong to a youngster; Carlos had a real handsome man-sized cock that could have, under other circumstances, pleased many a pussy.

"Queer, cock-sucking bastard!" Vincent growled, still thrusting his hard-on deep into the slick chasm. But, suddenly, his tongue was all over Carlos' cock head, lapping up the voluminous dick juice. Carlos' body went rigid when he felt his stepfather's tongue slathering over his unit. Vincent cleaned up the crown and ran his tongue all along the shaft, collecting all the pre-cum that had flowed down its surface. At the base he paid special attention to Carlos' smooth-shaved pubic area, growling like a dog in heat as his tongue glided over the baby-soft skin.

Coming up he spat out a mouthful of jizz and swiped the back of one hand across his wet lips. "Nasty cocksuckers!" he muttered before lowering his face and swallowing over half of Carlos' tasty meat. In all his fifty-four years Vincent had never had a dick in his mouth, but from the way he was slobbering over Carlos' meat the younger man would have been hard-pressed to know it. His wet mouth gurgled with forbidden lust as he sucked, lapped and chewed on his stepson's dick. His mighty hips rose and fell more rapidly, causing his big cock to pound in and out of Carlos' open mouth. The hairy, musky ball sac bounced against the bridge of the younger man's nose and battered his wondrous eyes.

Vincent sucked with as much enthusiasm as he fucked. Glaring at the immaculately shaved nutsac hanging between Carlos' smooth thighs incensed his already heightened libido. With a long drawn-out growl, which momentarily frightened Carlos, he pressed downward and swallowed all of the hard dick meat. Carlos thrashed about on the bed and whimpered around the large adult cock slamming in and out of his own throat. Vincent pouched his lips out against the hairless base of his stepson's pretty prick and let his tongue glide over the silky skin stretched over his pubic bone. Heavy cords in his neck stood out and he snorted from flared nostrils, his face turning an angry shade of purple as he held the dick down there for as long as possible before coming up off it. His meaty hand flew up and down the dripping rod while he took a moment to catch his breath.

"Dirty fuckin' cocksucker!" he mumbled. Carlos wasn't really sure which one of them the man was refering to, nor did he really care. The big dick was hammering his tonsils, its hairy root abrasive against his wet lips and Vincent was going down on him again. The older man took every inch down his no-longer-virgin gullet and proceeded to engage in some heavy-duty push-ups. Each time he went down his massive peice was buried in Carlos' face while the faggot's cock got lodged deep in his own throat. Then, on the upward flex, both weapons came out of their respective holsters for a few brief seconds before being swallowed whole again. Although his body glistened with a sheen of perspiration Vincent showed incredible stamina for a man of his years.

Without warning Vincent deprived both their mouths of cock when he suddenly spun around and took position between Carlos' thighs. Lifting the boy's legs, he paused a moment to run his hands along the smooth, lithe limbs before pushing them back until they were nearly at Carlos' sides. Carlos' hot, shaved pink hole stared up at him, still wet from the rim job he'd given it earlier. Drooling a trail of saliva directly onto the pretty pucker, Vincent re-shined his tool with some spit and once more positioned his body over the cute Cuban. His big strong hands pressed into the sheets on either side of the boy, his scowling face right there in front of Carlos.

"Gonna fuck you, lazy faggot!" he announced, his hot sexy breath washing over Carlos' face. He jostled his hips around, made contact with Carlos' ass lips and nudged his way into the younger man's slick cunt. Carlos' tender twat gripped around the heavy rim of his stepfather's bulbous knob but Vincent was not a man to be deterred. Gritting his teeth he fiercely shoved forward and slammed every meaty inch of himself into the boy. Carlos' heavily lashed eyes shot wide open and his hands pressed against Vincent's torso as if attempting to hold him at bay. Vincent chuckled evily and ground his dick around inside his stepson's guts. Carlos threw back his head and sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth as he felt the masterful cock stirring him up inside. His hands went to Vincent's strong arms, gripping onto the corded muscle in anticipation of what promised to be a bumpy ride. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips and his heavy lidded eyes searched Vincent's handsome face. The wolfish look he saw there might have frightened another but, instead, filled Carlos with the unbridled thill of fuxpectation.

And Vincent began to fuck. Heavy muscles contracted as he energetically drove his meat in and out of Carlos' ass ring. He went deep with each powerful stroke, hairy low-hanging scrotum smacking against the boy's shapely buttocks with each thrust. Carlos' fingers dug into his arms as he ravaged the boy's hole with deliberate frenzy. Occasionally he allowed his dick head to slip free from the twitching mouth, quickly ramming it all the way back in to farthest recesses of Carlos' steamy bowels. As he plunged in the hot anus gripped around him, making for a nice tight fuck. Vincent wanted to tear up the boy's pussy, to show him a real man fuck rather than the candy-ass fucks he was probably used to. His hips snapped forward again and again, driving his manhood through Carlos' violated rectum. A deep grunt issued from his lips each time he bottomed out in the boy's steamy, slimy guts. It wasn't his first time banging ass---Vincent had sampled some female booty before---but he was thoroughly enjoying fucking male twat. Dominating his snooty stepson was certainly an added bonus.

Carlos was experiencing various stages of rapture at the hands of his burly, desired stepfather. He'd never before been on the receiving end of such a torrid fuck! And it felt awesome! He could feel every fucking inch of the huge adult prick driving through his shit chute, tearing up his prostate and making him squirm like a beached fish. It felt so fucking good! He wanted to take it like a man, to prove to Vincent that he wasn't a pansy. He squeezed the big dick with his inner muscles and humped up against the charging bull. His tush rotated to take the raging prick from alternate angles. He loved the crispy feel of his stepfather's hairy root pressed against his tender asslips. When buried to the hilt inside him Carlos could feel Vincent all the way up through his own painfully hard cock. The young Cuban's heart was thudding in his chest, his body was bathed in perspiration---and he realized he'd never been so turned on before.

Vincent's hairy pelvis snapped forward with even greater force, pumping savagely deep into Carlos' slippery glove. Beads of perspiration trailed down his face, dangled from the tip of his nose and dripped onto the face of the younger man. Carlos was now tossing his head from side to side, gnashing his pearly whites together and moaning like a bitch in serious heat. His hands were almost painfullly kneading the big muscles in Vincent's arms and his body was rising and falling on the sheets beneath them. So caught up in his own pleasure, Vincent failed to realize that Carlos was on the precipice of orgasm and continued to plow into him with an almost sledgehammer-like force. The younger man's head reared up from the pillows, slammed down, then raised again as his lips parted in a strangled cry. Vincent felt a warm wetness splash up over his own chest again and again. He had fucked the boy into a mind-blowing cum!

Vincent heaved onward, steering his raging hard-on through Carlos' spasming guts. He could feel the blood pounding in his temples and suddenly felt as though he were being consumed by a white-hot fire. Pumping the boy until he could stand it no longer he ripped his cock out of the well-fucked ass and stroked it in both sweaty hands. Throwing back his head, eyes rolling to the ceiling, Vincent let out a breathy, brutal cry and shot a rope of cum clear across Carlos' naked body. One heavy stream of white hot jizz after another criss-crossed over the fucked-out Cuban's torso, leaving him drenched in stepfather cum. Vincent stumbled, as though the strength had ebbed out of him, and crawled over the boy to shove his cock into his mouth. Carlos gladly cleaned up the perfect piece which had just brought him enormous pleasure. His tongue lapped all along the shaft, up and over the head, still sensitive from Vincent's powerful orgasm and sucked out the last remnants of rich, tasty jizz.

Vincent allowed Carlos to give his cock a bit more loving while he regained his faculties. It had been a long time since he'd cum so hard and so satisfyingly. When he'd regained his footing Vincent came off the boy and scooted out of the bed. Carlos came up on one elbow, watching his studly stepfather as he bent over to scoop up his scattered clothes. When he'd gathered up the bundle Vincent headed to the door.. He paused there and half-turned toward the boy, slightly taken aback to see Carlos there still watching him and fingering his gaping asshole.

"Get yourself a good night's sleep, cocksucker!" Vincent barked. "You're comin' with me to the job tomorrow. We got a spot open on the crew. About time you got off your ass and earned a decent day's pay!"

With that he turned and left the room, but not before Carlos detected the slight smile that turned up one side of his mouth. Carlos stretched back in the bed, raised his thighs, played with his deliciously sore man-cunt and thought about some of the hot men on the road crew. A blue collar job alongside his hot stepfather might not be such a bad idea after all. Suddenly Carlos found himself filled with curious anticipation about joining the work force and the oncoming day.

In the chronological order of a guy's lifeline eighteen, twenty-one, fifty and eighty are milestone years. At eighteen he becomes emancipated from the strangehold of his parents, sows some wild oats and enjoys those last vestiges of youth. He can move about more freely now and explore his individual choices. At twenty-one he becomes, for all intent and purpose, a man. He's gotten a little schooling and is branching out, pursuing the goals he's earlier set for himself. He may be thinking of making family with his college sweetheart, but the smart young man remains unattached for a while yet. There's plenty of pussy to be had, hearts to break and, besides, he's just earned the dividend of legal drinking so he can go out and really get his party on. By fifty all of that experimentation is behind him---and he's almost grateful for that. That once all-consuming love between him and the bride of twenty-some years has faded; they have morphed into friendly companions. By now they have a grandchild or two of their own, a constant source of joy in their advancing years. They live a simple life. But there's still some spark in him yet. Still that desire that drives him to sneak out to the corner tavern to throw back a few with the fellas or to take a drive out to ogle the cooch at the strip clubs. Maybe take one of them out to the back seat of his car, sit back and enjoy a nice, good old -fashioned blow job. He counts himself blessed to have lived to eighty. And each successive year is a true gift. All the philandering his over. Maybe, once in a blue moon, he treats himself to a nice Scotch on the rocks and immediately falls off into deep slumber. Hopefully he is in good health, sound of body and mind. And his golden years are even more complete if he still has his life's companion at his side.

At least that's the way RJ Giagianno's grandpa Vincent explained it all to him. Of course Abuelo had a few beers prior to their heart-to-heart---even allowing RJ to sneak a few swigs, just like he always did. RJ had little difficulty seeing his grandpa as that man of fifty he'd described, stealing out on his second wife to find a little honey to whet his still-virile appetite.

For Raymond Giagianno Jr., RJ to family and Ray-J to friends, those rites of passage had already begun. Today was his much-anticipated, long-overdue eighteenth birthday. The family had taken him out to his favorite restaurant followed by a home-baked cake later at their home on Mansgrove Lane. There he was presented with a key to the brand-new car secreted away across the street in his "Uncle" Jon's garage. The car was actually a gift from Ray Sr.'s boss, Jess Waring. Upon learning of the boy's impending celebration Jess, owner of the car dealership, gave Ray, his general manager, the pick of any car on the lot. Even RJ's mom, Cathy, didn't know the full truth surrounding the extravagance. Ray made up some story about bonus money he'd been storing away for just this purpose. Of course he was unable to admit he'd been fucking the brains out of Waring every time he came into town and the wealthy stud was hooked on his dick.

While RJ was excited over the new "toy," which he promptly spirited off in to show his buddies, he'd only weeks ago received an even greater blessing. For months the cloud of Sheri Parker's pregnancy loomed over his young head. Sheri had been the one to point the finger at him and RJ, out of some sense of duty, accepted responsibility. All the while he knew it could have been any one of his circle of friends who had fucked the pert cheerleader pregnant.

Although the girl's father, the meanest cop on the police force, tried to keep them apart RJ managed to sneak his way to Sheri, desperate to know why she'd implicated him. Sheri confessed that she loved RJ and wanted to be with him. She reminded him he could be the father of her unborn bastard. The simple fact that RJ was not in love with her did little to dissuade Sheri's all-consuming crush on the high school athlete.

All questions were answered when Sheri went into early labor and, to the astonishment of all, delivered a squealing---and predominately black---baby boy! All eyes were suddenly turned on Leon Taylor, the poor boy who lived out in shack town. Sheri broke down in hysterical tears, finally confessing to all that she'd fucked nearly all the boys on the football team. A disgraced and enraged Rick Parker had to be restrained by his Captain and several other officers from going over to the other side of town and tearing young Leon limb from limb. It was one thing for the cop to carouse black pussy but far another for his daughter to swing on chocolate cock. Disowning their daughter was the final straw for Sharon Taylor, who'd put up with much from her brash husband all these years. When the baby was released healthy from the hospital she spirited away with her daughter and new grandchild to her mother's home in the state of Virginia. Rick was left with a short note telling him that divorce papers would soon follow.

The Giagianno family's collective sigh of relief caught in their throats when a dejected Rick Parker showed up on their doorstep one evening. It was a tough thing for a hard-ass like himself to do but Parker apologized for his earlier actions.

"What I can't figure, what I can't wrap my brain around," he told a morose RJ, "is why you didn't speak up---say it might not be yours."

RJ's eyes sheepishly averted to the floor, then looked back up at the unshaven face of the cop. "I just didn't want Sheri to be in any deeper trouble. She was a friend and I was just trying to protect her, I guess."

Parker took a deep, expansive breath, emotion showing on his usually gruff face. "You were better to her that she was to you. She doesn't deserve a friend like you." He turned to the door, paused and looked back. "You're a good kid, RJ." And then he was gone.

RJ remained tight with Leon and was his primary source of emotional support throughout the embarrassing ordeal. Old Rufus, the boy's father, childed Leon for "messin' with them white girls" but was secretly pleased his strapping son was getting some. Trust be told, if she hadn't been so damned young and he wasn't so old, Rufus would have liked to have tapped his black rod into her pussy. Leon, meanwhiile, lived in fear of the wrath of Officer Parker. But RJ was reasonably sure with Sheri and the baby now absent Parker would eventually cool down and abandon his personal vendetta. Leon, well aware of Parker's take-no-prisoners reputation, wasn't as certain.

It was to Leon's that RJ first took his brand new car. The two took off on a quick spin around town before RJ deposited his best friend in front of his run-down shack.

"Saturday?" RJ reminded him of the official party the folks were throwing for him. It was to be another of those now-famous Giagianno back yard barbeques.

"Saturday," Leon acknowledged. "Pick me up, bro."

"Okay," RJ replied good-naturedly, beaming with pride as his fingers traced over the contours of the steering wheel.

"So what you gonna do with the rest of your birthday?" Leon asked, leaning into the passenger-side window.

RJ gave him a mischevous wink. "Oh, I got plans, buddy." There was a distinct sparkle in his emerald-green eyes. Boy, do I have plans, he thought.

It was well past dark when he steered the car onto Mansgrove and parked curbside in front of the house. Stepping out and pushing the door shut behind him he crossed arms over his chest and gazed across the street at the big Davidson home which now belonged to "Uncle" Jon. Jon, a middle-aged player, wasn't exactly his blood uncle. But, having known his father's best friend for as long as he could remember, the surname had stuck. Light shone from the front living room and an upstairs bedroom in the Victorian-styled home. Quickly glancing over his shoulder at his own house RJ took in a deep decisive breath, let it out, pushed himself away from the car and crossed the street.

Mounting the expansive wrap-around porch he once again furtively looked over toward his house and, seeing no activity there, rapped on Jon's door. The heavy oak and glass panel was flung open a few moments later and Jon stood there in the light from the hallway. A smile crossed his still-handsome face when he saw RJ.

"Hey, hey! It's the birthday boy!" He thrust out a strong hand, pumped RJ's and placed the other on his shoulder, ushering him in. "How you like the car?" he asked, leading RJ into the living room.

"It's dope!" RJ replied, almost too energetically. Jon's brow wrinkled quizzically. Perhaps it was nothing but he sensed a sort of timidity in RJ's usual carefree manner.

"Your Dad really surprised all of us with that one. Heck, I didn't even know what he was planning until he asked if he could hide it here," Jon continued conversationally.

"Yeah, sure was a surprise," RJ admitted, standing there with hands deep in the pockets of his sagging jeans and shifting from one sneakered foot to the other.

"So, what's up RJ?" Jon ventured.

RJ looked across at the older man clad in a thin sweater, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows and showing off his thick forearms. Below that he wore high-cut slut shorts, which displayed beefy thighs and powerful legs most younger body builder's would envy. "Come for my present," he finally said.

Jon gave a small laugh. "Party's Saturday, dude. Gonna have to wait until then. Although I have to tell you, it's not half as extravagant as your father's gift."

"Not that one," RJ said, looking him square in the eye, his confidence renewned. "The other one."

"The other one?" Jon frowned, confused.

There was a brief silence---a moment of hesitation---before RJ blurted out, "I want you to fuck me!"

Jon blanched, shocked at what he'd heard. "Whaaaaaaaaaat?!?!"

"It's my birthday and I want you to fuck my cherry ass!" RJ stared into Jon's eyes, waiting for the older man's reaction to his brazen declaration. Jon read desire and a touch of uncertainty in the teen's darkly lashed green pools, causing his ass to tingle and his dick to stir under his skimpy shorts.

"RJ, I don't know what this is about----" he began slowly but the teen cut him right off.

With a cluck of his tongue and an exasperated roll of his eyes RJ snickered, "Don't pretend like you don't know the score, Uncle Jon. It's been years that I've known all about what you and my dad do when you're alone together."

Jon was startled by the bold revelation but quickly rebounded. "Really?" he replied with a cocked eyebrow. "And what is it you think we do?"

"Think, nuthin'!" RJ replied, hanging on to his bravado. "I saw you guys with my own eyes. Couple of years ago. Right there in our family room. Suckin' each other off."

Jon remembered that cold winter's night vividly. It was the first time Ray had gone down on him. Little did they know while they were pleasuring each other young RJ had observed the encounter.

"Where did you see this from?" Jon asked, anxious to learn the details.

"From the window. I was comin' home and saw you two goin' at it from the window," RJ revealed.

"And then what?" Jon inquired. "Did you stand out there in the cold and watch?"

"Sure I watched," RJ admitted. "Even hauled out my dick and beat off while you two swallowed each other's cocks!"

Jon had an uncanny sense of deja vu. It was almost like with Joey, Ray's younger brother and RJ's uncle, all those years ago. Joey had seen Jon and Ray fucking around out in the garage and wanted a piece of his big brother's action. Now, apparently, Ray's son sought the same. But there had been too much trouble following Joey's revelation to Ray. Their relationship was severely damaged and it had taken much to repair it. Certainly a tryst with Ray's teenage son would end their friendship forever.

"RJ, what you're suggesting, you and I having the same kind of relationship your father and I have shared," Jon spoke carefully, "it just can't happen. He'd never forgive me for encouraging your curiosity."

RJ snorted, easily dismissing Jon's worries. "You think I'm gonna run and tell him? I'm eighteen now. Been waiting for this for awhile now. I want my cherry broken and you're the guy who knows how to do it."

"RJ, I can't----" but the words died in his mouth as RJ ignored him and peeled his shirt from his body, revealing nicely toned smooth teenage musculature. Jon remained slack-jawed as RJ rolled a pert brown nipple between his thumb and index finger and stared back at him with a look of feigned innocence. He'd seen the kid stripped to the waist on numerous occasions, mostly out at the Giagianno pool, and noticed how RJ's sinful teen body so closely resembled his father's at that age, right down to the dark tufts of hair under his pits.

"I-I-----" but again his feeble protest was halted when RJ unsnapped the button at the top of his jeans, ran down the zipper and turning his back on Jon, dropped them to the floor. Jon's eyes widened when he saw the teen was wearing one of his sports jocks, the straps framing his tight and bare buttocks. Bending over to yank the jeans over his sneaker-clad feet RJ thrust his teen ass out at the older man, the cheeks parting just enough to give him a view inside the trench and the jewel hidden within. Facing an astonished Jon again he hefted his pouch in one hand. Jon was certain the kid had stuffed his jock with a sock, maybe to tease or impress him, because there was no way the teen could have that much meat packing the mesh. His doubts were answered when RJ hooked his thumbs under the waist band of the jock and slipped it down. Stepping out of it he kicked it aside with one foot and stood before Jon in all his teen glory.

Jon had seen lots of cock in his travels but none to rival the sausage hanging from RJ's groin. It was thick and heavy, perfect in it symmetry, with a wide fat head and every bit of eight, nine, possibly ten inches! Drool oozed from Jon's gaping mouth and he felt almost light-headed looking at it. A desperate whimper came from his throat when he saw the meaty stalk stir, coming to life before his very eyes. It rose slowly, growing outward and arcing up until it had reached its full potential, a towering hunk of foot-long fuck flesh. Jon did a slight stumble backwards and, glancing over his shoulder, realized the blinds were not drawn, the windows looking out at the Giagianno home across the street.

"Get upstairs!" he ordered and RJ, in all his youthful agility, raced to the stairs, taking them two at a time. He dashed down the hallway and, entering the master bedroom, threw himself across the bed. By the time Jon caught up with him he was leaning up against the headboard, legs parted and sprawled out before him and playing with his prominent piece. Never once taking his eyes off the boy Jon crossed the room and closed the blinds over the big windows. Standing at the foot of the bed he undid the buttons on his shirt, stripped it from his body and casually tossed it aside. T-shirt, shoes, socks, pants and briefs followed. He knew what he was about to do was wrong, knew he was threatening his relationship wiith Ray forever, but there was no way he could keep his hands off the gorgeous, newly eighteen-year-old with the cock of a horse. Crawling onto the bed on all fours like an animal seeking its prey, Jon got between the spread of RJ's legs and took one long, wet swipe from root to tip up the underside of the enormous shaft. Grasping hold of it at the base he paused to look up into RJ's face. "You sure you want to do this?"

"Fuck, yeah!" RJ gushed breathily. "Suck my cock, Uncle Jon!"

An all-knowning grin spread across Jon's handsome face. It was the same as with the Giagianno men before. First Ray. Then Joey. They all wanted a hot blow job from a man they knew could deliver the goods. And now young RJ, just hours on the right side of eighteen, was spread out before him in all his horny teenage glory anticipating a heated sex romp. The kid had an envious slab of meat, one which might send some headed for the hills. But not Kingston. His fuck buddy's son had presented him with a challenge and Jon prepared to meet it head on. Gripping hold of the teen's slender hips for support he nudged his face between RJ's sports-toned thighs and attacked the hefty sac nestled there. Best to get the kid really boiling, he figured, before commencing to the main event. He wanted to see RJ squirming on his bed, desperate for Jon to take him inside his warm mouth and make heated male love to his monster cock.

RJ had a nice set of balls, the velvety scumbag delicately coated with downy-fine dark hairs. Jon washed his tongue over, around and under the succulent scrotum, groaning delightedly as he tasted the essence of youth. RJ's sac hung low and heavy filled to capacity with sweet teen jock juice. Jon licked more aggressively, sucking each nad into his mouth and teasing it with his talented tongue. RJ's young ass began to grind on the mattress beneath him and his strong legs spread farther apart allowing Jon easier access. When Jon heard the tell-tale whimpering, like that of a hungry puppy dog, he knew RJ was primed and ready.

Jon gnawed at the tasty root of the jock's thick column of flesh, then deliberately slowly slithered his tongue in tantalizing criss-cross motions up the pulsating shaft. It was a long, but thoroughly enjoyable, journey for Jon to lap his way to the top of Mount Everest and receive the pudgy prize awaiting him there. He swirled his tongue around the thickly ridged knob and teased the sensitive frenum. In no time at all salty translucent fuck lube began oozing from the deep wide gash cresting the massive dome. Jon hastily lapped up the sparkling fluid, groaning with satisfaction at his first taste of teen semen in many more years than he dared recall. RJ dug his heels in and braced his back against the headboard when Jon yawned his lips wide and buried the beefy knob into the wet warmth of his mouth and began feverishly sucking on it.

Uncle Jon was good, damned good, RJ quickly realized. No wonder his Dad had chosen the older muscular stud as his fuck buddy. Maybe that's all it was, the total turn on being the knowledge that his father's secret sex partner, the ever-present Uncle Jon, was the one working him over. But the way he was humming on his cock head, washing warm waves of spit over it and digging his tongue into the pee-hole like a guy gone crazy---it was certainly enough to set RJ's trigger off already. Good as they were, this older man could have taught Sheri and Charlie Fitzpatrick a thing or two about the art of cocksucking. Jon's strong hand rapidly pumped his cock, twisting his wrist around to fondle the tool from a variety of angles while he slurped on the head. And then he was plunging down, swallowing the first few inches of the rigid erection. RJ gushed out an audible "ahhhhh" and instinctively twisted his fingers into Jon's short but thick salt-and-pepper. Jon began to bob rapidly up and down on those four-to-five inches of jock meat, slurping loudly as time and again he brought it to the back of his throat.

"Ahh fuck, Uncle Jon," the boy gushed, his former cockiness having given way to unadultered pleasure, "that feels sooooooo good!" His head was back against the bed board, chin cocked up toward the ceilings and his eyelids had fluttered dreamily closed. He worked his lips with his tongue, savoring every pleasurable sensation coursing through his big meat.

Pre-cum liberally drooled from RJ's dick lips, filling Jon's mouth with tasty teen nectar. Jon swirled his tongue around and over the meaty head scooping up the tangy free flowing fluids, savoring it with his taste buds and then swallowing it all down like a delicious milk shake. Using the very tip of his tongue he tickled the sensitive underside of the giant mushroom where the nerves were all gathered together, causing RJ to writhe and moan and sink his body down lower on the bed. Spoons full of pre-fuck juice washed over Jon's tonsils. Stretching his jaws wider Jon forced his face downward. The big cock head breached the entrance to his throat and slipped inside his esophogus. With a series of frantic gulps Jon swallowed inch after inch of teen horse cock until his lips were pressed against RJ's groin.

"AWWW, FUCK!" RJ yelped, his taut teen body uncontrollably jerking about on the bedsheets. His huge tool scoured Jon's throat and threatened to rip apart his vocal chords. Jon placed a strong, firm arm across RJ's midsection to hold him down and worked the entire twelve inches with the muscles in his throat. With gritted teeth gnashing together RJ twisted his fingers in Jon's hair, threatening to pull it out by the root, as he succumbed to an almost unbearable pleasure. His feet kicked out in front of him and his body slid even lower down the headboard until he was stretched completely across the bed.

His stamina much stronger than others, Jon managed to keep at it for a long while before he had to release the massive piece of cock meat lest he be suffocated by it. Coming up quickly he coughed twice, saliva pouring from his maw, then quickly went into action again. He lapped all over the painfully stiff, wet tool while he squeezed and twisted RJ's hefty ball sac. Taking the entire crown inside his mouth again he frantically sucked on it while using his tongue to torment the sensitive frenum. From RJ's reaction he knew he was showing the boy a master at work. No matter who had feasted on his jewels before no one had come close to titillating the teen the way Jon was doing.

Extricating the enormous rod from his mouth, Jon paused to visually take it all in while his hand pumped up and down the spit-shined surface. The boy was beautiful as it was, but the king-sized appendage rising from his hairy mound sent him into an entirely upper class. With a dick like that he should be in movies---and not the Disney kind. Jon was engulfed by an overwhelming desire to ravage his best friend's son, regardless of the consequences to himself. He'd already gone over the line. There was no sense in stopping now. Although he sure would have liked to have had that pole rammed up his own ass, RJ wanted a fuck---and he was going to get one.

Grasping RJ by shapely ankles he positioned the boys legs up, bent back and spread wide to expose his cute teen ass. RJ quickly caught on and grabbed himself by the back of his legs to hold himself open to the horny man. There was a look of anticipation and a hint of fear on his youthfully handsome features. Taking RJ by the outsides of his thighs Jon, stretched out on his belly, slid face first between the spread of the boy's lightly hairy legs. He whimpered when he got his first look at the tight boy hole he would soon deflower. It was all pink in its innocence, the wrinkled flesh pulsing in front of his eyes, nestled in a sweet crack delicately lined with sparse ass hair. Jon's eyes rolled as he deeply inhaled the clean, fresh and fragrant aroma emanating from the virgin teen ass hole. His tongue coiled out and took one long, wet swipe up RJ's tasty teen trench. RJ's athletic body squirmed at first contact. Jon planted a series of hot kisses along the insides of RJ's sweet cheeks and then centered his attention on the nervously quivering hole. He swirled around and over the wrinkled folds of flesh and probed at the bull's eye with the tip of his tongue. RJ's ass hole pulsed against his clapper, its petals blossoming with each deliberate lick. Jon dug between the folds, slipped his tongue inside the boy's tight sphincter and circled around and around the portal. At first RJ's hole snapped at him, clutching his tongue in a natural form of resistance, but soon began to relax and enjoy the pleasure it was receiving. Jon eased his tongue deeper into RJ's butch teen pussy until it would go no further. With his lips plastered against RJ's ass he flicked around inside the hot hole, washing the walls of his tangy cunt with volumes of spittle.

RJ writhed about on the bed. He reached betweeen his wide spread legs and grabbed hold of Jon's short salt-and-pepper hair and held the man's face tightly against his butt. "Fuck, yeah, Uncle Jon. Eat my ass!"

Jon marveled at these completely unexpected circumstances. Here he was, eating out his best friend's son. And on the eve of his eighteenth birthday, no less! There was a part of him that knew he should never have allowed this to happen. But he also knew he was a cad, a sexual scoundrel whose thought processes emanated from his lusty loins. Once stoked there was no denying the hunger that burned in his veins. The beautiful young man had boldly offered himself, had probably been thinking about it for days, weeks, possibly months. He couldn't deny JR. But more importantly, it was impossible for Jon to deny himself.

Jon's tongue squirmed around in RJ's throbbing chute while he noisily sucked on the hot jock hole. He licked the teen's insides, alternately stabbing his mouth muscle in and out and treating RJ to a nasty tongue fuck. RJ's fingers twisted in and pulled at Jon's hair as he ground his body into the mattress. Jon could see a virtual pond of pre-cum pooling on RJ's tight torso. The boy was delirious with lust.

He could have gone on eating that delicious ass well into dawn but there was another matter at hand: RJ had come looking for his first fuck. Tearing his face away from the ravaged hole Jon hocked a gob of spit dead center and rubbed it around the swollen lips with his thumb. As the teen watched through apprehensive eyes the older man slipped his thumb inside the wet butt hole. Taking hold of RJ's monster meat he slowly stroked it while his thumb moved in deliberate circular motions, opening the boy up for the main event. RJ watched, slack-jawed and silent, as Jon replaced his thumb with index and middle finger and began sawing them in and out of his hole. RJ's sphincter clamped around Jon's fingers but failed to deter the older man. He kept on finger fucking his fuck buddy's son and man-handling his cock, fully aroused by the tell-tale signs etched on RJ's cute face. The boy was experiencing a bit of discomfort, for certain, but he valiantly manned-up and embraced it. Jon screwed his wrist around, attacking the future fuck hole from all angles and prepared it for the oncoming invasion.

Determining that the time was nigh, Jon slipped his digits from the boy and scooted his loins up between RJ's widely spread, athletic legs. He slapped the head of his dick against the wrinkled flesh as it rapidly folded back up to its natural form. "You sure about this, RJ?" he asked.

There was the slightest moment's hesitation and a fleeting look of indecision flashed in RJ's emerald eyes. He thought of his buddy Leon and how much he wanted to take their playtime to a whole new level. First, though, he needed some experience. And the muscular man hovering over him was the one he'd chosen to pave the way. "Fuck me!" he blurted out.

Not one to debate the subject Jon pressed his leaking helmet up against RJ's trembling ass lips and shoved it in. RJ tensed and his eyes shot wide open as the fat cock head popped into his tight teen hole. Failing to give him time to reconsider, Jon sunk nearly half of his length into the hot, squirming socket. RJ's body went rigid and his back arched upward as his head tossed from side to side. "Aw, fuck! Take it out!" he squealed.

A thin smile played about Jon's lips as he enjoyed the sight of the handsome young jock, nearly a dead ringer for his father at that age, battling through his deflowering. "Push it out," Jon told him. RJ bore down on the impaler to extricate it from his asshole but, instead of pulling out, Jon thrust forward with his hips and slammed the full length of his engorged penis into RJ's clutching colon.

"Aaarrrghhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" RJ wailed, taking Jon's muscular biceps in a vice-like grip. Jon rested his cock inside the boy, allowing him time to get used to it. He didn't need to move. RJ's breached ass was doing all the work for him. The jock's sphincter grabbed the base of his erection like an overly-tight cock ring and his slippery membranes writhed around the length of his rod. RJ's ass pulsed maddeningly, milking Jon better than any pump had ever done.

As for RJ, he felt like a hot log had been shoved up his ass. White hot heat scorched through his bowels and clawed into his guts. His emerald eyes bulged and a long, continuous moan of agony came from between his tightly clenched teeth. If this was what it felt like to have a dick up your ass RJ figured he could easily have gone his entire life without it. He couldn't fathom how his fuck buddy Charlie---and now Chucky---actually like it? All at once it was no longer important that he break in his ass for fuck play with Leon. They were going to have to just make do with mutual hand and blow jobs.

"T-take it out!" RJ managed. "I can't. It fucking hurts!"

Jon was over him, propped up on massive, muscle-clad arms, his face barely inches from RJ's own. His voice was calm, but determined. "It's your first time, son, so it's gonna hurt at first. Just relax a little, get used to the way it feels inside you. Trust me, in a few minutes you're going to fucking love it." He rubbed a bristly cheek against RJ's smooth one and then his lips were on the teens, prodding them open and slipping his tongue inside. RJ found himself responding immediately. He accepted Jon's tongue, sucking on it and entangling it with his own. They kissed passionately, like feverish lovers. RJ's hands roamed over the back of Jon's bull-sized neck and through his short, toussled hair. A flame of desire smoldered in his body, warming him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. The big thing inside him didn't seem to hurt quite as much anymore.

Jon was the one to break the kiss. With his lips close to the teen's ear, he whispered hotly, "You don't really want me to take it out, do you?"

RJ hesitated mere seconds before blurting out, "No!" Jon smiled, certain that would be the young man's answer. Coming back up on his hands he eased his hips back until the only part of his erection remaining in the clenching asshole was his wide cock head. RJ turned his head to one side and bit on his lower lip but there was no objection from him this time. Slowly he worked his tool back into the handsome jock's awesomely tight twat, impressed by the way the teen fought through his discomfort. This time, though, he didn't rest. As soon as he'd bottomed out in RJ's slippery channel Jon pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in, a bit faster this time, establishing a fuck beat. It seemed to RJ that each successive stroke went deeper, searing through his bowels and reaching up into the furthest recesses of his ass. Each time the manly invader managed to brush against some nerve up inside him, causing his body to shiver and his toes to curl. It was a good feeling; an awesome feeling, in fact. Later he would remember learning about the prostate gland in health class and realize that he'd finally discovered his own.

Jon's strokes grew quicker and more frequent. With each successive one RJ grew less uncomfortable. The initial pain had dulled and a strangely delicious feeling pervaded his nether regions. What started out as a torturous ordeal had morphed into an entirely pleasurable mixture of sensations. He was actually beginning to like the big, luscious cock thrusting deep within him over and over. Sure, it hurt some, but it was a good kind of pain. His entire body was no longer rigid and stiff but had relaxed, leaving him feeling a sort of sensousness. RJ's hands glided over the hard muscled man, marveling at the rock hard biceps and the huge swells of his pectoral mounds. He latched onto the painfully erect nipples, pinching and squeezing them between his fingers. Jon groaned and reflexively slammed his pelvis forward, a sudden punch that really caught RJ's attention.

"Was it like this with my Dad?" RJ suddenly asked. "Did he have a hard time with it at first?"

Jon looked down at RJ, his dick buried up the boy's ass. "Your Dad's a strict top man," he revealed. "Nobody's ever gotten a crack at that fine ass of his."

RJ's eyes widened. "You mean---you and my Dad---you never fucked him?!"

"That's right, RJ," Jon replied with a twinkle in his eyes. "Your Dad's as virgin as you were. Up until a few minutes ago, that is."

"But---but I thought if my Dad was doing it that it would be alright for me. Oh fuck!" The boy was obviously stunned by this disclosure.

"Too late now, RJ. Your cherry's been popped." And before the teen could utter another word Jon showed RJ what a real man fuck was. He long-dicked his ultra-hard member into RJ's sweet young ass, stretching rectal membranes and plunging deep with each strong thrust. RJ grabbed at the bed sheets and tossed his head from side to side, eyes closed and brilliant white teeth gnashing together. The feeling was indescribable, unlike anything he'd felt before. Each time Jon hammered into him RJ could feel brisk pubes tickling his crack and knew all of the older man's cock was inside him. Fuck pain speared through him but RJ valiantly fought through it. Even now, with a grown man's cock deep in his guts, he refused to degrade his masculinity and behave like a schoolgirl. The pounding cock repeatedly touched his pleasure button and drove him wild with ecstasty. Before long RJ realized that he was pushing his ass up against Jon's swift penetrations and squeezing the thing with his inner muscles. When had he grown discontented with just lying there and being fucked and decided to participate? His buddies would be shocked with disbelief if they could see him now, him an all-star high school jock taking dick up his ass and, with each passing moment, liking it more and more.

With his hands to either side of RJ's athletic body Jon observed the various degrees of rapture playing about on the teen's handsome face. Looking down at the boy he could almost believe it was a young Ray under him. For years he'd fantasized dominating his fuck buddy, even though he knew his desire would most likely never be realized. Young RJ was a most welcome consolation prize: almost, but not quite, like the real thing. Jon twisted his rod around in the teen's ass, groaning his satisfaction at the hot tightness enveloping his manhood. His eyes rolled heavenward as he savored the fabulous sensations emanating from deep inside the boy's teen pussy. A burning passion raged within his loins as he pulled his adult cock back, then thrust it all the way in again. And again. And again. His stokes were long, deep and forceful, each one causing RJ to shudder.

Jon long-dicked every heavy inch of his wet cock into RJ's twitching ass, secretly amused at the way the boy pushed back against his thrusts. It was evident RJ was loving his first fuck and Jon wanted to make it a memorable one. Never losing a beat he bent his head down to take one of RJ's juicy brown nipples between his teeth. RJ's anal muscles spasmed around his cock as he sucked and chewed on the teen tit. Jon washed his tongue over the smoothness of RJ's athletic chest and gave the other teat equal treatment. RJ's hands were wringing through Jon's short, close-cropped hair while the older man worshipped his body. Taking one long swipe up the boy's throat Jon pressed his lips to RJ's. RJ hungrily returned the kiss, his mouth all wet and passionate. Juicy tongues intertwined in hot mouths and passionate masculine sighs echoed throughout the steamy bedroom.

RJ quickly learned that by rocking and rotating his butt he could make the shaft work his ass from different angles. Jon was equally pleased with the teen's adventurousness; it only served to heighten his own pleasure. He thrust deeply into the warm chasm. There was no pause on the on-stroke. Instead, Jon dove in harder and faster than ever before. RJ's insides clamped around him but Jon plowed right through, causing RJ's taut stomach to heave from the powerful fucking he was taking. It wasn't a rough, vengeful fuck. It was a man fuck. Jon refused to treat RJ like he was a delicate kid. The boy had turned eighteen and---since he wanted it---it was high time he learned to take it like a man.

RJ cooed with each deep penetration and gave himself over totally to his father's best friend. Jon's big hands worked to spread his thighs even wider and pulled his legs back until he was twisted up like a pretzel. With his ravaged ass poking straight up in the air Jon bore down into him from this new angle, causing wicked new sensations to reach both their raw nerve endings. In this position RJ's huge boycock was looking him in the face, mere inches from his lips and profusely leaking snot. Jon slammed down into the tight ass, striking RJ's prostate over and over. Sweat from his powerful exertions made his muscular body shine. He couldn't remember when he'd enjoyed a fuck so much; maybe not since that first time he'd plowed Joey's virgin tail. Not that those subsequent sessions hadn't been equally thrilling, but there was something special about that first time.

All that friction on his prostate suddenly caused the ultimate reaction. RJ panted heavily as a strong sexual current overwhelmed his body. His body twisted on the sheets as every nerve ending in his body seemed to scream out. He knew he was being fucked into a forceful cum and, for the most fleeting of moments, thought of escaping before it was too late. But Jon's big cock hit his danger zone once too often and RJ watched with bug eyes as the piss slit widened and gops of teen cum shot from his cock and splattered against his face and into his wide open mouth. He shouted out like a primal beast from the ferocity of his orgasm while tasting the warmth of his own load on his tongue. One surge after another soaked him, the pearly jizz leaking down the sides of his cheeks and draining back down along his neck.

The picture of all that teen cum bathing handsome young RJ was the trigger for Jon. With an alarming cry he thrust his cock deep into the boy one final time and blasted his man cum into RJ's young pussy. He'd meant to pull out, really give the hot looking teen a cum shower, but the thought of breeding Ray's son was too much to resist. He bellowed loudly, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, as an orgasm unlike any he'd had before racked his big body. He spewed load after load of cream deep into RJ's jock belly while the astonished boy watched him with wide, wondrous eyes.

It took some time for the both of them to come down off their sexual high. Jon fell upon RJ's nude body, lovingly lapping up the boy's own load from his wet face like a mother bathing her kitten.

"Is it everything you wanted it to be?" the man asked later.

"Are you kidding?" RJ was all smiles. "That was fucking awesome! Now I get it, what gay Charlie likes about this stuff. Thanks, Uncle Jon. You were great!"

"It was all my pleasure," Jon assumed him, tapping the tip of the cute teen's nose with his finger.

After cleaning up in the bathroom basin RJ donned his clothes while Jon lay back, nude with legs crossed at the ankles, across the bed, a satisfied smile on his face. After tying his sneaker's laces he stood up and thrust his hands deep in his jean pockets.

"Well, I guess I better be going now," he said. Then, looking almost sheepishly down at the floor, he asked, "Do you think that maybe sometime we can, you know, get together again?"

Jon smiled widely. "You know where I live, RJ."

RJ smiled in return then turned on his heel and headed down the stairs and out of the house. As soon as he'd stepped onto the lawn he retrieved his cell phone from a pocket and pressed a contact as he crossed the street to his own house. The call was answered on the second ring.

"Leon? What's up, dude? Hey, listen, don't beat off tomorrow. After school we gotta get together. There's something I gotta show you....."