STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #29: PLAYING WITH THE BOYS by Jon Royale June 2013
The following is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual situations. You must be of legal age in your jurisdiction in order to view this material. Copyright is maintained by the author.
Hard-nosed cop Rick Parker cruised down Main Street in his official police vehicle keeping a watchful eye for any sign of trouble. The locals didn't concern him much. They knew better than to fuck around on his watch. It was those weekend out-of-towners who came in to visit the local watering holes that often times raised hell. Parker could spot a non-local car in an instant and had the highest incidence of arrests on the force. The Chief suspected there was an equal amount of perpetrators Parker released with a stern warning after the randy stud had taken them into the back of his cruiser for a little fuck and suck action. Parker took full advantage of the opportunities his uniform afforded him from the moment he'd first put it on and had earned a reputation as being one of the toughest, hard-assed cops in the county---maybe even the entire state.
Parker had been at his most foul the past few months. The discovery of his daughter's teen pregnancy and the shocking revelation of the baby's daddy seemed to have thrown the burly cop into a tailspin. No one was about to taunt him over the fact that the poor black kid from the other side of the tracks had knocked up the pert cheerleader. Parker went on a rampage, disowning his daughter and her bastard son. Ultimately his long-suffering wife packed up and left, taking Sheri and the newborn to live with her sister and filed for dissolution of their marriage.
Parker became even surlier and highly aggressive on the beat. There were noises about unusually rough handling of perpetrators, although none were ever pursued. Nevertheless, the Chief issued a stern warning to the brooding cop and placed him on the graveyard shift. Parker pretended indifference but was secretly thrilled by his new assignment. The evenings in an empty house had become insufferable and the cover of night allowed him to really indulge in the power provided by his uniform. There wasn't a night went by that he didn't make a stop and wind up receiving sexual favors in return for passing on a ticket. Parker was a good looking sonofabitch with a thick mustache and a randy cock that fulfilled most police officer fantasies.
Parker made a turn at the end of the strip and meandered down the network of streets in the residential section of town. Before long he found himself on Mansgrove and slowed his cruiser to a crawl. Although late, a few lights shone in the windows of some of the homes. He came to a stop in front of the big Victorian home, dark now with its owner away on a pleasure trip. Parker smirked when he thought of Jon Kingston, a big muscular man with an asshole as good as the finest pussy he'd ever had. He vividly recalled that late-night stop he'd made on that winter's night and the torrid fuck he'd thrown the middle-aged stud. Squeezing the hefty bulge in his trousers Parker wished Kingston was home right now. The muscle clad scoundrel was always up for a good time with the long cock of the law.
Parker directed his attention to the house directly across the street, the home of the Giagianno family. He'd given them a bit of trouble earlier on when his slut daughter tried to pin her pregnancy on young RJ. Truth of the matter was, in hindsight, he wished RJ had been the father. RJ was a good kid, an all-around accomplished athlete and a fine-looking young man. Parker couldn't really blame him for sowing his oats and fucking Sheri. Hell, when he was the kid's age he got all the pussy he could handle! If RJ had indeed fathered the baby things might have been different. At the very least a bond would have formed between the Parker and Giagianno families. RJ's father, Ray, was one of the few men Parker had actually taken a liking to. He'd attended more than one of the big block barbecues the Giagiannos were famous for and admired the way Ray good-naturedly treated his guests like family.
Parker fondled his bulge, now a full-blown erection, once again. Giagianno was a handsome, manly kind of stud, the type Parker really liked to plow. Just the thought of the dark haired, ethnic hunk lying under him while he sunk his cop cock into his married man-ass was enough to make him start leaking in his pants. Cocky Parker felt certain the man could be had. Hadn't Kingston and Giagianno once been fuck buddies? It was just a matter of time before he made his move. But better to let things cool down after the pregnancy debaucle. Maybe next Spring at the annual barbecue, after a few drinks he'd make his intentions known.
Thoroughly horny now Parker pulled away from the curb and headed back to the center of town. Instead of taking the main drag he turned onto an access road which ran behind the local businesses and parallel to the train tracks. If any illegal activities were going on this would be the place. He pulled his cruiser behind the drugstore and parked. All kinds of interesting things went on by the tracks late at night. Knowing an approaching car would alert wrong-doers to discovery Parker often canvassed the area on foot. With flashlight doused but at the ready he crossed the tracks and took to the footpath running alongside. It wasn't long before his ears detected the sounds of someone nearby. Slowly and stealthily he crept up on the forms barely visisble in the shadows of the night, trained his flashlight upon them and flicked it on.
Sam Cleavons, local postmaster, looked like a deer in headlights in Parker's flashlight beam. The balding middle-aged man's shirt was undone and his pants were around his ankles. Before him, legs planted wide apart and ass thrust out to the postman was old man Stavros' grandson, Petie. Sam raised a hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light and stuttered, "W-who goes there?"
Rick chucked evilly and turned the light up to illuminate his face. Cleavon's eyes went wide when he recognized the big bad cop. Parker trained the light back on the fucking duo. Petie was hunched forward, his hands supporting himself just above the kneecaps, and looking not at all disturbed by the intrusion. Cleavons, on the other hand, was a quivering mass of nerves. He'd been caught red-handed fucking a young man; his longstanding reputation in town would be ruined with an indecent exposure arrest.
Repulsed at the sight of the overweight postmaster, his big belly resting on Petie's smooth, trim lower back, Parker barked, "Get your clothes on, Sam!" The older man fell over himself dragging his pants up over his now-limp dick and hurriedly rebottoned his shirt.
"It-it's not what it looks like, Officer," the man nervously babbled. "We was just---well, I mean,---please, I couldn't----" Parker stepped forward and backhanded the hysterical man across his face. Cleavon's wire-rimmed glasses went crooked on his beak and the man cowered there in front of the police officer.
"Get home to your wife, Sam, where you should be," Parker sternly told him. "And don't you ever let me catch you out here again."
"Yes. Oh, yes. Thank you. Anything I can---thank you." He practically fell over himself getting away from the scene of the crime, scrambling over the tracks and racing home as fast as his feet could carry him.
Parker snorted disgustedly and turned his attention to the other perpetrator. Petie Stavros stood there nonplussed, nude except for his sneakers, absently fondling his impressive erection. He was a good looking young man, early twenties, with short curly hair, dark Greek features and a sinful body.
"You're the Stavros boy," Parker spoke in his deep, authoritative voice.
"That's right. Peter, but everyone calls me Petie," the boy allowed. "You want to see my I.D., officer? It's in my pants. They're over there. Somewhere."
"Aren't you supposed to be in college, boy? Florida, wasn't it?" As Parker began a slow walk around the boy, his eyes roaming appreciatively over Petie's naked flesh, he began to feel that old familiar stirring in his trousers. The college boy looked just as good from the rear as he did up front, his ass nice and firm and raised high.
"Graduated," Petie told him, fully aware he was being ogled by the good-looking cop. "Just back here for a few weeks visiting the family."
"Don't look to me like you're visitin' the family at all," Parker barked as he resumed position before the boy. Petie was good. Real good. Not scared in the slightest. Most people cowered before him, but not this one. He was sexed up, his fuck had been taken away and he was anxious to have it replaced with another.
"On our knees," Parker ordered and Petie hastily squatted down. From past experiences along the tracks he knew gravel was a bitch on the knees so he didn't exactly follow the Officer's orders, but the result was the same. Parker's packed crotch was right there at eye level and looking formidable. As the bigger man worked to unfasten his gun belt Petie's hand swiftly unzipped his fly and tooled around inside the Officer's pants. A thrill coursed through his body, making his hairs stand on end and his nipples poke erect, when he latched onto Parker's fully erect cock. Fishing it out into the open he marveled at the cop's magnificence as his hand stroked the hardened meat. Officer Parker was all man, just the type Petie liked, with a thick eight-and-a-half incher anxious to be milked and satisfied.
"What are you waitin' for?" Parker growled, dropping his gun belt to the gravel. "Suck it!"
His young, trim body quivering with excitement Petie leaned in and ran his tongue around the cop's proud cock head while his anxious fingers fondled the hairy, pendulous nutsac. Sucking the knob into his lusty mouth he serviced it with his tongue, digging the tip into the fleshy slit and eliciting a hardy moan from the uniformed officer. Savoring the musky, manly scent emanating from Parker's hairy crotch Petie's lips traveled down the first few inches of the stud's piece. He could feel the heavy cock vein throbbing under his tongue. In short order his taste buds were rewarded with delicious pre-cum. Swishing it around in his mouth he probed the slit for more of the funky nectar. The tough cop's fuck juice tasted rich and aromatic and Petie could hardly wait until he drowned in the handsome man's full load.
The officer's meaty hand grabbed Petie by the back of the head, fingers digging into his neck muscles. "Suck that fucker, boy! Eeeeeeeeeeeew, yeah!" he growled in the darkness of the night. "You like suckin' a man's cock, don't ya? Keep suckin' on that head. Just like that. Fuck, yeah!"
Parker's deeply masculine voice heightened Petie's already engorged libido. Opening wide he sank all eight glorious inches of fuck meat down his throat. Parker's legs went weak and he staggered backward a few inches and Petie went with him, not allowing one millimeter of that strong cock to escape his cock sucking lips. He moaned sexily around the buried piece, sending pleasurable reverberations along the hefty tool which caused Parker's jaw to drop in sheer wonder. He'd had an awful lot of blow jobs in his day but this Greek boy could teach all the others some lessons in the fine art of cock love. Petie milked the full length with the muscles in his throat while he squeezed the cop's heavy, silken nuts. Parker couldn't figure how the boy managed to go so long with the big cock virtually clogging his windpipe and cutting off his oxygen. When Petie finally came off it was with a loud gasp for air, his maw wide open and saliva profusely draining from his lips. Looking the cock right in the eye he jerked it in his palm for a few seconds and then ravenously gulped it down once again.
This timer Parker took control. Firmly holding Petie by the back of his head he pumped the full length of his staff in and out of the curly haired young man's mouth. His leaking head effortlessly sailed down Petie's throat. Each time he bottomed out Parker ground his pelvis against Petie's face as if attempting to force even more of his body into the slut. Petie wallowed in the intoxicating aroma of the tough cop's hairy bush. Parker was all man---exactly the type Petie had desired almost before puberty. He'd thought he'd found his ideal in Ray Giagianno. While he'd gladly wrinkle the sheets with the handsome husband anytime, since going off to college Petie discovered there were all sorts of men anxious to pleasure and be pleasured. Whereas Ray was a sweet fuck, and probably the love of his young life, this Off. Parker was much more aggressive and almost brutal in his lovemaking. Slut that he was, Petie found himself loving every second of it.
Parker rapidly plunged his dick deep down Petie's throat again and again, snarling lasciviously with each stroke. His big, cum-laden balls swung back and forth bouncing off Petie's saliva-slickened chin. Petie gulped the thing down each time the cop thrust forward and hastily sucked in breath in those few seconds he pulled back. The big cock tasted so fucking good in his mouth. Copious amounts of fuck fluid drooled from the thick piss slit onto his tongue. Petie reached down and wrapped fingers around his own painfully rigid stiffie, not at all surprised to learn that he too was leaking a river of pre-cum onto the gravel beneath them. Spit freely flowed from the corners of his mouth, leaking down to bathe Parker's rocking ball bag. The hot cop was relentless, plunging his cock down Petie's throat with an almost reckless abandon while muttering a string of guttural obscenities, bringing himself closer to orgasm with each assault.
All at once the heavy meat ripped from Petie's lips. Ropes of saliva dripped from the heavy, masculine rod. Parker slapped it against Petie's face a few times, then ordered, "Get up and bend over, boy. I'm gonna show you how a real man fucks!"
Petie was up in record time and in the same position he'd been when the officer first encountered him with the postmaster. Sam Cleavons wasn't his type but it seemed the older married ones who'd let themselves go to pot were really into him. They always went crazy in Petie's hot hole probably, he figured, making up for what they weren't getting at home from their middle-aged wives. Petie swallowed down his revulsion at their flabby bodies and balding pates and concentrated instead on their hard cocks, those same cocks that years ago had taken a virgin on her wedding night. The same cocks that had created a family, boys and girls now grown and probably his own age. The men may have gone to seed years ago but their pricks were always randy and ready for action---and Petie's talented hole was a willing receptacle for their lust.
But hot handsome hunky men like Ray Giagianno, his horny father Spiros and now this brawny cop---they were the types that got Petie super-sexed up. His body, taut and trim from many hours on the basketball courts, was positively quivering with excitement as he awaited the officer's personal billy club. Parker snickered at the young man hunched over, hands on his knees and ass thrust out toward him. It was probably a position a slut like Petie Stavros found himself in quite often. Even in the semi-darkness Parker could see the boy had a fine, dimpled ass. If it hadn't been for Sam just having evacuated that hole Parker might have gotten down there and chewed on it a little before sticking his big dick in and fucking hell out of Petie. It was a lucky break catching the postmaster in action. It now gave the cop a great deal of leverage with the man. He wouldn't have to sneak around to fuck Laura Cleavon's always-ready snatch any longer. Hell, he might even force Sam to watch while he banged her right there in the Cleavons' bedroom. Sam wouldn't be able to say a fucking word, lest his penchant for young men be exposed and his standing in town be tarnished.
Reaching back to spread his cheeks, Petie looked over his shoulder at the big mustached cop. There was a wicked sparkle in Parker's dark eyes as he slapped his fat dick in the palm of his hand and stepped up to the younger man. Petie's body turned to gooseflesh when he felt the officer's thick knob touch his asshole. Then, with one forceful shove, Parker pushed his monster all the way up Petie's chute. His long cock slid smoothly into Petie's pert pussy, already nice and slick from Sam's lube job. Petie threw back his head with a cry of ecstasy as the fiery prod stretched his anal membranes to the limit. Taking Petie by the hips with his gloved hands Parker began pounding into the boy's gasping asshole. The big cock thrust forward, plowing deep inside of Petie's moist ass and upsetting his precarious balance.
"Take that cock, you fuckin' slut," the cop growled through clenched teeth as his hips flew back and forth. His trousers were inching downward with each forceful thrust and he could feel the cool night air playing on his now-exposed buttocks. The kid had a million dollar ass on him, like a satiny, squirming love-glove that felt better than some of the cunt Parker had ravaged in his long and lusty career. Petie's sphincter muscle snapped hungrily at the plundering pecker each time it sunk deep into his squirming innards and sent waves of pleasure through the masculine officer's loins. His slick ass walls pulsed against the raging ramrod and caressed it from deep within. Parker threw back his head with a heated sigh as a particularly strong surge of rapture rippled through his heaving body and his cap toppled downward onto the gravel below.
Parker's leather-clad fingers dug into Petie's trim sides as he relentlessly thrust his manhood into the boy's clutching hole. Petie pushed back each time Parker impaled him and greedily ground his ass against the man's hairy pelvis to feel it from a variety of angles. Parker showed his appreciation by savagely long-dicking the curly-haired Greek with his thick meat. Petie felt as though his knees would buckle at any moment but he valiantly stood his ground, determined to take whatever the brutal cop gave him. Parker muttered a litany of obscenities while ramming his mighty member into the youth's pink hole. Both were heavily panting in the night, the stillness broken only by the squelching sounds of their primal mating.
Petie's asshole sucked around the full length of Parker's prod, causing the bigger man to violently shudder from head to toe. The cop wasn't really sure who was in the driver's seat; Petie was doing things to him with his hole that he'd never imagined before. An electric current seemed to be whirring around inside the boy's channel, sending waves of fiery pleasure coursing through his sweaty dick. Petie's ass gripped hungrily around the sensitive shaft, creating an even tighter fit for the hot cop. Parker could already feel his nutsac tightening up, even though he didn't want this awesome fuck to end anytime soon. It was little wonder an old coot like Sam Cleavons snuck out in the middle of the night for an assignation with the collegiate whore.
Parker slapped Petie's taut buttocks with his gloved hand and thrust with all his might into the tight grip of Petie's gasping ass hole. Petie welcomed each hard thrust, his smooth ass begging to be fucked hard and deep by the hot cop. Parker brutally fucked him, plowing his strong randy dick through the clamping ass ring and far up into Petie's warm, moist boy cunt. His already abundant erection seemed to swell to even greater dimensions in Petie's hungry hole. Petie's ass tightened and pulsed around every masculine inch of the thick muscle, encouraging the handsome cop's aggressive fuck. Parker's coarse pubic hair bristled against his tender buttocks as he paused in his pounding to churn it around way up in Petie's guts. Petie gloried in being so full of manly meat and squeezed the mighty, blood engorged rod with everything he had. Parker responded by grunting and driving into the sweet, tight ass with renewed vigor.
Each stroke from the battering ram came quicker than the last. Parker's hard cock was wildly pistoning in and out of the sink hole, ceaselessly scraping against Petie's inner button. Petie's entire body shivered with desire and ecstasy. He pushed back against each of the cop's pointed thrusts, impaling himself to the hilt on the glorious fuck-rod. The hard shaft effortlessly slid through his ass lips and plunged way up into his colon time and again, filling him with a warmth that spread to the tips of his toes. Petie didn't ever want it to stop, wanted to keep Parker's cock inside him forever. The cop knew how to fuck like very few before him, with the possible exception of his adored Ray. The prick surged through his ass guts, punching him deep and thrilling him with each powerful thrust.
Suddenly Parker's brawny, muscular body tensed and shuddered uncontrollably. Holding tight to Petie's hips he slammed his tool all the way up into the youth's hot cunt, threw back his head and howled as his hairy nutsac boiled over. A might torrent of creamy spunk erupted from his dick head. Round after round of cop ammo fired off against the walls of Petie's rectum, coating his spasming chasm with funky man-seed. It didn't seem like he would ever stop cumming! The usually strong cop's legs wobbled from the force of his orgasm. It was as if all his strength was being drained from his body through his cock and into the awesome ass of the young man. Parker's heart beat madly in his hairy chest, sending surges of blood to pound at his temples, arteries to throb grotesquely in his neck and create a sensation of light-headedness. Never in his fuck career had he cum so forcefully.
At the same instant Parker began shooting off Petie unleashed his own creamy load. Spurts of cock juice fired from his piss slit and rained down on the gravel beneath him. Each pulse from Parker's dick seemed to set off a similar reaction in young Petie. Cocks swelled, fired their rounds and quickly reloaded. An overload of cum oozed out from around Parker's hairy root and lazily glided down Petie's screaming inner thighs.
Parker remained docked with the boy for a short while until he'd managed to regain some semblance of strength. Almost reluctantly pulling his prick free, he grinned at the wet, squelching sound when it popped out into the cool night air. Giving his treasured unit a few shakes he pulled up underwear and trousers and tucked himself back in. As he reached for his gun belt, Petie came to a standing position and turned to face him. There was a look of adoration in the cute, curly-haired Greek's face. Petie absently let a hand trail behind him into the crack of his well-worked ass and, coating his fingers with oozing cop cum, brought them to his lips and licked the tasty offering. Parker's prick, which had started to deflate, did an excited jump at the boy's nasty display.
"Consider that a warning," he charged in his deep authoritative voice. "Next time I catch you out here with that post man---or anybody else---I'm gonna have to run you down to the station, boy." Plopping his cap atop his head he turned to leave, hesitated and looked back over his shoulder. "I'm the last house on the right on McClinton. Know where that is? Good. Have your ass there tomorrow night after nine." And then he disappeared into the darkness of the night.
A wide, satisfied smile stretched across Petie's face. Casually donning his clothing he dreamily considered future encounters with his new fuck buddy. In his mind's eye he envisioned Parker staging a mock arrest on main street at the height of the business hour in plain sight of everyone, taking him down to the station and then feeding him his big cock dick through the bars of the cell. Once Petie had gotten that beautiful prick all juiced up with his mouth he'd press his butt up against the bars and let Parker pound the daylights out of him. There were all sorts of potential scenarios and Petie fully intended to live out each one of them. Casually strolling along the railroad tracks on the way back to his grandparent's home on Mansgrove Lane Petie whistled a gay little tune while fantasizing about his virile, handsome new lover. Florida could await his return for a while longer.
The musky scent of sex fell heavily in the darkly paneled "man cave" in the back portion of the large two-story home on Oakland Avenue. Manly sighs and groans bounced off the walls of the masculinely furnished den, muffled only by the sportscasters critiquing the Sunday afternoon game playing on the huge television screen mounted to one panel. Despite the relative warmth of the pleasant afternoon a fire crackled in the stone hearth, giving an almost homey feeling to the festivities at hand.
Stosh Wojiewicz rested low in his favorite, chocolate-colored leather chair, bare legs stretched out before him, lazily running his big fist up and down his man-sized erection while he watched the action taking place before him. He'd stripped himself bare before the others arrived, waiting for each of them there in the den as previously arranged. One look at the ruggedly handsome middle-aged stud was more than enough to make each of them rip off their own clothes as soon as they'd crossed the threshold. The Polish hunk was as fit and sexy at forty-seven as he'd been in his younger years. His body was strong and muscular from years of the manual labor that went along with the construction company handed down to him from previous generations of the Wojiewicz men.
A big bicep flexed as he ran a hand over his chest and tweaked the dark pink nub poking out from the swirls of reddish-brown hair that lightly coated his entire torso. The tattoo high up on that arm, a brilliant red heart with the name "Isabella" etched in curlicue lettering, flared into life. She was his wife of twenty-eight years and the mother of his three daughters. Stosh took good care of the women in his life and all he asked in return was that they respect his privacy. The den was his domain and off-limits to all. He'd taken great pains to customize it to his liking and was selective about whom he chose to share time with him there. On this day all the women folk were away for the afternoon at a bridal shower so there wasn't even a need to close and lock the door while he entertained.
On the long leather sofa across from him five younger men were a mass of naked, writhing flesh as they indulged in hedonistic sex. At the core of it all, at least for the moment, was handsome ethnic stud Joey Giagianno. The muscular dark-haired buck was seated back on the sofa with his thick, hairy legs set comfortably apart while two fairer-skinned studs to either side of him feasted on his drooling cock. It was a challenge for both of them---young Joey boasted an impressive fuck tool. The fat, meaty shaft was like an inverted hour-glass, flaring thickly in the midriff and capped with a plum-sized mushroom head. Twin tongues left trails of saliva all over the pulsing beauty, trailing the network of thick, blue-blooded veins throbbing under its surface. One blond stud stretched his lips over the enormous bulb and sucked while the other lapped at the shaft and then traded places. Joey's rod was literally being worshipped by the cock hungry duo.
They were his sons-in-law. Borys, presently engaged in sucking like a nasty pig on Joey's cockhead, was the latest addition to the family. Wilhelm, the other, had wed his youngest daughter a little over a year ago. All his daughters had prided Stosh by taking Polish men for their loving husbands. They were equally good-looking with delicate, although entirely masculine, features. Fair skinned with rosy cheeks, blue eyes and closely-cropped hair they could almost have been twins. The third, Roch, whose ancestry hailed from southern Poland had darker hair and hazel eyes. Roch, at twenty-nine, was the eldest of the three and the first to have taken one of the Wojiewicz sisters as his bride. Whereas the other two were easy-going and good natured there was a sense of savagery about Roch which alarmed Stosh at first. Over the course of the two-year marriage Roch appeared to be treating his wife well but Stosh still kept a watchful eye on the young man for any signs of trouble.
With his smooth tapered back to Stosh's eyes Roch was presently engaged in aggressively pounding his Polish dick into the asshole poised at the very edge of the sofa. The also-handsome, tow-headed man grunting, moaning and gnashing his pearly whites was, like Joey, one of Stosh's employees. Kyle had been with Wojiewicz & Son for over six years now and was more like the "son" in the slogan than Stosh's own in-laws. He loved the boy as if he were his own and they spent much quality time together. In the absence of young Kyle's own father Stosh had been the one to stand there beside him on his wedding day four years past. He'd also secretly wished one of his daughters had taken a fancy to Kyle before he went off the market but, alas, it was not meant to be. Instead of having him for a son-in-law Stosh had to remain content with the type of relationship they shared.
At one time or another Stosh had fucked all the hot bucks in the room. As he sat there watching them engage in their lusty orgy the older man spit into his calloused palm for extra lubrication and resumed stroking his heavy nine inches. It was only slightly over three years ago when he'd returned to the construction site and discovered his two employees going at each other like rabid wolves. Never odd man out Stosh hastily joined them and reveled in the pleasures found up Joey's talented, and Kyle's virgin, man holes. They'd shared a lot of good times since then. With a house filled with women it did him good to have some male camaraderie. When each of his girls got serious with their respective boy friends and a proposal seemed inevitable Stosh took the young man aside. In his sometimes gruff, intimidating manner he made it perfectly clear that no boy was taking one of his daughters until he'd passed Daddy's personal inspection. The first one Roch, a brooding Pol, gave him a bit of trouble at first. But after an aggressive wrestling match on the matts in a corner of the den which ended with Stosh pinning him face down with hard-on pressed into the young man's crack, the dark-haired suitor succumbed to his future father-in-law's initiation. Roch was the one to later assist him in indoctrinating Borys and Wilhlem to the secret family sex club. At every family function the men would eventually retire to the sanctuary of Stosh's den, tune in the game for background noise and relieve their pent-up sexual aggression. Introducing the three to his favorite fuck puppies, Kyle and Joey, had instantly widened sexual horizons for all.
Roch was really giving to to Kyle. He was an almost-sadistic fucker. Stosh hoped he treated his daughter more gently in bed than he did his brothers-in-law and assorted fuck buddies. The young man relentlessly borrowed his rock hard dick into the hot depths of Kyle's clutching bowels without a thought for the man's potential discomfort. The handsome blond grunted with every deep-driving, gut-wrenching stroke of the Pole's killer cock, but valiantly accepted the powerhouse fuck. Roch's dark eyes gleamed with lust as he slammed the entire length of his wet throbber all the way up Kyle's tight, hard ass again and again. Knowing his father in law's fondness for the married blond, the younger Polish man purposely treated Kyle like a cock whore. It was the only opportunity ever afforded him to have the upper hand with the man. But Stosh had never once put the brakes on his dominance over Kyle. He'd never suggested Roch take it a little easier on the all-American, blue-eyed blond. He could feel Stosh's eyes boring into the juncture of their bodies right now while stroking his steely hard daddy sausage and wordlessly encouraging Roch onward.
The tongues of Borys and Wilhlem lapped all over the surface of Joey's ethnic rod, making it gleam with their combined saliva. It was a breathtaking work of male art rising proudly from an already thick base, swelling out at its midriff to near wrist-size proportions and topped off with a humongous perfectly shaped mushroom. Joey's dick was so heavy that the fleshy lips of the thing hung obscenely open from the sheer weight of it, clear pre-cum already oozing from their deepest recesses. Wilhlem easily slipped the tip of his tongue into the gaping piss slit and treated himself to some of Joey's tangy nectar while Borys tickled the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside of the shelf-like rim. Together they liberally worshipped Joey's chunky meat, sucking and slurping as though it was their favorite side of beef. Joey was slunk low on the sofa with his powerhouse legs spread wide and sprawled out in front of him. His muscular torso gleamed with sex sweat, the mighty chest rising and falling as he luxuriated in the glory of having his man cock deliciously serviced. His thick-lipped mouth hung open and a euphoric, almost goofy look was etched on his handsome face. Joey's arms were winged out to either side of him over the naked backs of his cocksucking friends with the thick middle finger of each hand pumping into the ass hole of Borys and Wilhelm.
Stosh's dick jerked in his strong hand as he watched the sexy trio. His two sons-in-law had been cock crazy for Joey since the first time they'd been introduced. But, then, who wouldn't be? He was an easy-going, unassuming, dumb lug of a guy with an over-average libido. To pass him on the street you'd never think it but Joey was an equal opportunity partner, giving every bit as much as he received. He could wolf a cock down his throat in record time and nurse it there until it exploded its seed, which he hungrily devoured like ice cold beer on a hot summer's afternoon. Joey also had a hungry jock hole nestled between those high, wickedly curved muscle glutes, a real man pussy if ever there was one. While his pucker itched day in and day out for relief the young hunk just as readily enjoyed hefting his stretcher into a buddy's warm hole and laying down some seed. Deprived too long by a now ex-wife too selfish to realize the prize she had in him, Joey now reveled in buddy sex. Stosh knew Joey had been seeing that ex-stripper-turned-legit from Bud's Hut, the sleazy cooch palace outside of town, and was getting himself some pussy. But even that failed to stop him from getting together on a regular basis with his ever-expanding assortment of men friends. Stosh didn't think any female would ever be able to replace the constant fluttering that went on up in Joey's sweaty asshole.
Stroking his big daddy cock Stosh averted his eyes to the other pair on the sofa just as Roch yanked his angry missile from Kyle's cunt, grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him down onto the floor. Spinning the blond around until he was poised on all fours Roch mounted him like he was a she-dog and shoved his dick into the hot, steamy depths of his bung. Since they were both facing him, a matter of only five to six feet away, Stosh could read the expressions of lust on their youthful, sweaty faces. Kyle's teeth gnashed together and his eyes were crinkled as though he were in pain, but Stosh knew the young man loved every minute of the fuck. Roch maintained direct eye contact with Stosh, challenging him. Stosh could almost hear the ruffian taunting him with the fact that he was practically raping the ass of Stosh's favorite boy. Stosh felt his own heart beating heavily in his hairy, masculine chest. He didn't think his dick had ever been harder than it was right now. He could actually feel the pulsing of his heart through the stiff cock in his sweaty palm. Roch was baiting him, seeing how far he could go before Stosh lost control and fought him for a piece of Kyle's already fucked-out ass. It was a sadistic game they often played with one another, Kyle being the ultimate prize.
Wilhelm's wet tongue swirled around Joey's huge, leaking cock head while Borys feasted on the heavy, low-hanging nut bag. The fair-skinned Pole licked all over the hairy sac, spit-shining it with his saliva. The dark hairs were soon plastered against the satiny surface. Borys groaned with hunger as he sucked one sperm-bloated egg into his mouth, then the other. Joey stretched his lumberjack thighs as wide as possible to give Borys total access to his baggage. At the same time Wilhelm opened wide, stretched his mouth around Joey's plum-sized cockhead and clamped his lip under the defined ridge. Ravenously sucking on the heated knob, he darted his tongue over and around the surface and into the heavy slit. Joey squirmed on the sofa, his fat finger joined by a second as he more vigorously pumped them in and out of the brothers-in-law's clutching holes.
Growing increasingly adventurous, Borys raised Joey's ball bag and started teasing the sensitive, exposed channel. Joey automatically responded by lifting his muscular legs to give the other man access to his itching asshole. Borys` warm breath washed over Joey's hole, causing it to wildly dilate before his lusty eyes. Borys' long wet tongue zeroed in on the bull's eye, the very tip of it tickling Joey's wrinkly ass flesh. Joey's always-ready man-pussy pulsed open for Borys, gobbling his tongue up with little effort. Borys moaned as he swirled his unit around inside the slippery membranes of the construction worker's hot butt. Joey's jock ass clutched at him, desperately trying to pull more tongue inside. Borys' mouth was yawning wide open, the lips pressed tightly up against Joey's nether regions while his tongue was gripped by Joey's fuck hole and forced as deep as humanly possible. He valiantly fought against the vacuum-like effect, forcing his tongue to fuck in and out of the hot, greedy man hole. Joey writhed about as though there were a snake up his ass, the incessant itch in his pucker finally being appeased.
Roch pounded Kyle as hard and deep as he could with full-length, stem to stern strokes. He didn't even give the man's asshole a moment's break, relentlessly charging his rock hard dick through Kyle's ravaged ring muscle. Standing with his knees wedged against the blond while he hunched over him, his dick sluicing through the married man's cunt, Roch gave Stosh his meanest "fuck you" look. Stosh wanted to rise, wrestle Roch away and sink his own throbbing hard on into young Kyle, fucking him with every bit of force as his son-in-law but instead stood his ground. Roch grinned evilly, possibly appreciating Stosh's iron-will of reserve. Grabbing a hand full of Kyle's short blond hair he yanked the man's head upward so that his sex-glazed blue eyes were focused on the older man in front of them. Then, riding him like a horse, Roch walked a crawling Kyle closer to the seated man, all the while burying his shaft into the blonde's mushy ass. He didn't stop until Kyle's head was between Stosh's strong, hairy thighs and mere inches from the big male cock. Roch held Kyle just out of reach, purposely torturing both men. Stosh detected the mischievous glint in his son-in-law's dark eyes while he momentarily held Kyle at bay before finally releasing him. Kyle swooped down on Stosh's cock, slurped over half of it into his gullet and sucked madly while Roch resumed his torrid fuck.
Kyle worked both his lips and tongue along the full length of Stosh's strong, hard man shaft. Motivated by the intense fuck he was receiving from Roch Kyle really threw himself into it, gurgling over Stosh's fat cock head and swallowing the dick all the way down his esophagus. While his nose rested in the older man's fragrant bush Kyle milked it with the muscles in his throat, somehow managing to work his tongue out to tickle the man's hair covered nut sac at the same time. Soon he was bobbing up and down on it in a full-length frenzy, keeping time with Roch's ass battering strokes. Stosh placed one big hand atop Kyle's bouncing head and, with the other, toyed with his own fully erect man teat. He never broke eye contact with Roch, deriving almost as much sexual pleasure from his errant son-in-law as he was from the tow headed cocksucker.
Watching all this cock sucking action was making Joey's mouth water for some meat of his own. Pulling the brothers-in-law up by his fingers hooked into their assholes Joey positioned them to each side of his face and gorged himself on first Wilhelm, then Borys. His bull's neck twisted from side to side as he gobbled down one, then another. With little effort he swallowed Borys down until his face was pressed into the stud's blond pubic hair and gave the Polish husband some ball-tingling deep throat suction. Just when Borys began to whimper he turned away from him and wolfed down Wilhelm's pretty sausage. In little time Wilhelm was panting from the sheer talent of Joey's suck hole. Joey swallowed the man whole, pressing his lips into a tight ring around the base of the cock and slavishly sucked on it. While he chowed down on two beautiful dicks Joey's own fat rod was dancing upward from his hairy groin and leaking wasted pre-cum. If he'd had another hand he'd have been busily stroking himself, but Joey's paws were busily fucking fingers in and out of the twin assholes while he feasted on their tasty cocks. Above him, both brothers-in-law were engaged in a wet, hungry lip-lock, their hands sensually running over one another's body while the handsome, muscular jock serviced their stalks.
"Fuck, yeah!" Stosh moaned in ecstasy as Kyle crammed his hairy joint deep down into his wet, hot throat with feverish urgency. The blond husband's head slammed up and down on thick daddy dick, fucking it hard with his drooling mouth. Kyle wasn't normally quite as aggressive, but there was something about the way Roch handled a man that brought out the beast in them. Roch had Kyle by the hips now, his jaw tightly clenched and a determined look on his face as he rabbit-fucked the hole with only half his length. A sheen of perspiration coated the dark-haired Pole's tightly compact body from his rapid-fire fuck exertions, causing him to look even more menacing. He pumped his plump cock head through Kyle's clenching, pulsating ass lips again and again, seemingly "holding out" on the blond bottom. Just when he thought he'd teased the other man enough Roch shot his hips forward and drove the entire length of his hard cock up Kyle's well-worked man chute. Kyle grunted his satisfaction around the hot, masculine flesh contained in his flexing throat as Roch resumed long-dicking him. Stosh was impressed by the stamina Roch presented: the stud could seemingly fuck for hours and hold onto his load until ready to give it up.
Joey's fattie was dancing around in his lap and liberally drooling lush pre-cum while he fingered ass and sucked on the two brothers-in-law. With three fingers twisting, turning and pumping in each of their holes Joey decided it was time to get himself some pussy, not at all particular about which ass he claimed first. Borys won the luck of the draw. Momentarily shoving Wilhelm to the side Joey grasped the other man by the waist and moved him so that Borys was straddling his groin. Borys instantly read Joey's intentions and, with feet planted to either side of the stud's muscular thighs, put a hand around Joey's bull-sized neck for support and slowly lowered himself to the waiting fuck-missile. Joey wrapped a fist around the thick base of his member to hold it at the ready, the other beefy hand sliding up Borys' smooth torso as his butt came closer and closer to the target. Joey's piss slit pulsed open once again, depositing an abundant flow of lubrication along his mighty shaft. Borys' ass lips snapped at Joey's massive cock head the instant they made contact. With his beefy fingers wrapped around his unit to hold it steady Joey slid his other hand, palm up, under Borys' dangling ball sac and between the juncture of his legs. He used his thick, work-calloused fingers to spread Borys' cunt open and thrust his hips upward at the same time Borys dropped his weight down. Joey's plum-sized helmet pushed through the folds and lodged itself inside Borys' tight man's ass. Borys threw back his head with a shudder while Joey, failing to give the stud a moment to recover, pumped more inches of hard meat up the Pole's clenching hole. Borys took over then, riding up and down Joey's dong from tip to midriff. Joey had his big hands tucked into Borys waist to support the man while he pogoed on his randy cock. He permitted the other man to have his fun for a short while and then, when Borys least expected it, Joey timed the down stroke perfectly and heaved himself up against the lowered ass. His impossibly-thick midriff punched through Borys' sphincter and the entirety of his fat dick slammed into the depths of the Polish man's guts. Borys sky blue eye's shot wide open and his lips spread to utter a strangled cry. It was broken off, however, by Wilhelm who had stepped in front of his brother-in-law and shoved his dick into the gaping maw.
Despite the fact that he was busily pounding Kyle's hot hole Roch hadn't missed the change in action between his brothers-in-law and Joey. Whether he was a snarling bottom or a take-charge top, Joey G never failed to impress Roch. In truth, of all the men in the room Joey was Roch's favorite fuck buddy. Watching the masculine stud fuck man ass with his big, fat cock was quite the turn-on but Roch especially liked it when his own rod was sailing through Joey's jock pussy. Joey was his equal, taking everything Roch could give. Joey's ass craved a rough, hard man fuck and the more aggressive Roch was with him the more animated Joey became. Kyle's cunt was a nice substitute but Roch's hog longed to be buried up Joey's hairy fuck hole, making him moan and groan in that deeply masculine voice of his. But at the moment Joey was otherwise occupied.
Taking a cue from the IQ-challenged buck Roch yanked his cock from Kyle's man-twat and, gripping him under the knees, lifted the blond construction worker from the floor. Stosh's wet dick slipped from between Kyle's lips and thumped against his flat belly. The muscles in Roch's arms flared as he hovered Kyle's body over Stosh's groin and lowered him into much the same position as Borys. Stosh held his big dick by the hairy root as Kyle's twitching hole came closer and closer. He easily slipped through Kyle's ring muscle and filled the young man to the hilt with every inch of his hard, thick cock. With the tow-headed stud spooned against his chest Roch firmly held Kyle under his hamstrings, lifting him up and down on Stosh's fuck pole. Kyle's asshole felt wet and smooth as it glided over every man-pleasing inch of Stosh's manhood. Slunk low in the overstuffed chair, Stosh ran his big, heavily-veined hands over Kyle's smooth, rippling chest and kneaded his plump, fully-erect nipples while the young man was guided over his meat by the irrepressible Roch.
All at once the dark haired Pole released Kyle, dropping him down onto the big cock and stepped back from the two to retrieve the nearby bottle of lubricant. Squeezing a healthy amount of the slick liquid into the palm of his hand Roch reached under the construction stud and smeared it around his cock-stuffed ass lips. Another squirt in his palm and his hand wrapped around Stosh's cock on Kyle's upward bounce. Stosh shifted in his seat when he felt his randy son-in-law take him in hand, jerking his shaft for a few moments to lube his hot piece. Kyle literally slipped down onto Stosh's steaming cock and began bouncing on it with renewed fervor. His own super-hard meat was doing a frantic dance and leaking a generous amount of pre-cum onto Stosh's hair-clad torso. Neither one of them saw Roch slick up his throbbing tool and step up to the lusty duo once again. With a firm hand on Kyle's sweaty shoulder he pushed the blond forward, stepped between the juncture of Stosh's hairy legs and pressed his meat up against Stosh's wet throbber. Kyle's baby blues shot wide and his mouth gaped open when he felt both cocks slip up into his rectum. The abundant lubricant allowed both of them to fill him to the hairy root. Kyle was blabbering like a buck in heat as the cocks pulsed deep inside him. Again taking the blond by the shoulders Roch began to slide his weapon in and out of the impossibly stretched hole. A deeply masculine groan began deep in Stosh's chest and roared from his lips as he felt his son-in-law's hot piece riding along the underside of his pole. Soon they were working in tandem, one fucking in, the other out, but neither of them fully evacuating the stud's impossibly stretched hole.
Growling like an incensed beast when he caught sight of the debauchery taking place directly across from him, and admittedly envious he wasn't the recipient, Joey pawed open the taut melons in front of him and thrust his face into Wilhelm's crack. While Borys feverishly jounced on his strong shaft Joey sloshed his tongue up and down the ripe trench. The fine blond hairs surrounding Wilhelm's asshole tickled his lapper, made darker by Joey's drool and soon plastered against the Polish man's delicate skin. Using his thick fingers Joey pried the aperture wide open and drove his wet muscle inside. Wriggling it deep inside Wilhelm's fragrant hole Joey poked and probed and slovenly tongued the young man out. Between the outrageous tickle in his rectum and his brother-in-law's rabid sucking of his prick Wilhelm's groans became even more animated. Borys was riding Joey's dick harder than ever, literally dropping like dead weight onto the fat muscle and grinding his ass against the ethnic stud's groin before rapidly rising and allowing the thick midriff to pop from his taut ass lips. The den was filled was wet sloppy sounds from the lusty trio as they reveled in their primal desires.
Kyle's stunning ass was deliciously tight on Stosh's man-meat but it was his lecherous son-in-law's hard dick gliding along his own that had the older man in various degrees of rapture. He could feel the thick cord on the underside of Roch's shaft throbbing as it slid up along his unit and the oozing man lube that would one day produce him grandchildren combining with his own abundant leakage. Together they filled poor Kyle's asshole, stretching him wide and plowing his guts with prime Polish sausage. Kyle took it like a man. His pearl white teeth gnashed together and his hairs stood on end but he never uttered a word about the discomfort he most certainly was feeling. Visions of his bride, the lovely and doting Brenda, flashed before his tightly closed eyelids and he fleetingly wondered if she felt anything like this the one and only time he'd attempted to penetrate her perky butt. Brenda would probably fall over in a dead faint if she was to see her handsome husband right now taking not one, but two big bull cocks up his married ass---and enjoying every moment of it. Kyle's dick was standing up like a solid missile, frightfully hard and a desperate shade of purple, ready to shoot ropes of steamy cum across Daddy Stosh's hairy chest.
Just when things were nearing the boiling point for all three Roch, the game master, yanked free of Kyle's hole and pulled the tow headed stud off Stosh's lap. Turning him away from the man on the chair Roch kicked Kyle's well-developed legs apart and forced him to bend over in front of his boss. With his forearms resting just above his knees Kyle thrust his smooth ass out. The wrecked hole pulsed and winked at Stosh, who reflexively kicked his slobbering lips. Slapping Kyle once on his buttock Roch nodded at his father-in-law. "He's all yours, Tata. Take him." Stosh rose on slightly weakened legs and effortlessly sunk his swollen rod into Kyle's buttery guts. Taking the younger man by the hips he began humping in and out of the welcoming hole. They were a perfect fit. It was, and always had been, as though Kyle's ass was made for the older man's stud prick. Stosh loved fucking Kyle more than anything in the world and knew exactly how his boy liked it. He gave it to him nice and slow at first, then revved up the tempo until he was plowing the stud like a jack hammer, then slowed down the pace, then resumed full-throttle. On and on he went, pleasing Kyle every bit as much as he pleased himself.
So intent was he on pleasuring himself with his favorite "son" Stosh failed to notice the cunning Roch relubing his randy piece and moving out of sight. It wasn't until a burning white heat scorched his insides that Stosh realized the salacious stud had crept up behind him and speared his virgin hole with son-in-law cock. Bellowing loudly the older man twisted his head to look back at the sneaky prick and was instantly chilled by the sex-drugged look in Roch's piercing dark eyes.
"Kurwa! What do you think you are doing?" He shouted in his deeply masculine voice. Roch answered by slamming his prick to the short curlies up his father-in-law's tight rectum. Stosh threw back his head and bellowed again. Flashes of light appeared before his eyes and the room seemed to suddenly spin. A sheen of sweat broke out all over his masculine body. His nipples shot out hard and his dick stiffened in Kyle's ass. He felt like a pole had been shoved up his ass and was prodding into his belly. Roch threw an arm across his throat and whispered evilly into his ear, "About time you knew how your fuck boys feel when you bang them, Tata."
Stosh let out a bestial cry but Roch, undeterred, began to pump his rod in and out of the man's hairy ass hole. His eyes rolled up in his head at the awesome tightness of the virgin ass clinging to his manhood. He drew his dick out to the ridge of its blunt head and then shoved it back up into the man with an increasing intensity. He fucked his father-in-law deep, cramming every bit of himself into the hot, clamping hole. Each stroke seemed more determined than the one before, Harder and harder he fucked, plowing Stosh with almost vicious full-length strokes, giving him everything he had. Stosh was hanging onto Kyle's hips for dear life as the young man shoved his ass back against him, fucking himself on the older man's steely cock. Stosh's dick had never felt so good, so alive, before. Roch's battering prick was touching something inside him that reverberated through his own dick and made Kyle's ass fucking all the sweeter. It hurt like a sonofabitch but he was damned if he was going to look like a pussy in front of the other men.
All at once there was a shout from Roch. His dick shoved so far up into Stosh that the construction boss thought it would come tearing out of his hard, hairy belly. "You fucker!" he yelled, causing both Stosh and Kyle to look back over the shoulders to see what in hell was going on. While Roch was busily taking his father-in-law's cherry hunky Joey had extricated himself from the Polish blondes and slipped up behind Roch. On the man's outstroke from Stosh when his asshole was nice and relaxed Joey quickly shoved his fattie up the dark-haired Pole's shit chute. Roch flailed about but, with his dick firmly embedded in Stosh's colon, there was nowhere for him to go. Joey thrust again and his wide midriff breached Roch's sphincter, allowing him to fill the man with his spectacular cock. Taking him by the shoulders Joey began fucking the tight, twitching butt. Roch's ass lips instinctively clamped around the heavy base of Joey's rod but Joey ripped them wide open with his bulging midriff. Roch's pink lips were pulled obscenely out by the big thing, then rudely shoved back in. Joey gave the sadistic fucker a taste of his own medicine, using him every bit as much as he was using Stosh.
The blondes quickly got into the orgy, falling to their knees in front of Kyle and using their mouths on his dripping cock while they jerked each other's dick. Together the men created a torrid daisy fuck chain with Kyle in front, Joey bringing up the rear and Stosh and Roch sandwiched in between. Big juicy cocks sluiced in and out of wet, hairy assholes amid grunts, groans and deep masculine sighs. Hands roamed over muscular biceps, cupped solid pectorals and taunted flexing ass cheeks. Three of the men relentlessly shoved their hard, thick dicks way up into the ass in front of them. They fucked each other hard with every inch of their manhood, taking that ass and making it their own. Though they would hardly admit it, both Stosh and Roch discovered how incredibly hot it was having a stud prick pounding away in their cherry holes. There was nothing to compare with the feeling of their prostates being repeatedly battered by thick, hard man meat, making their toes curl and their dicks to become ultra hard.
Sweaty naked bodies heaved and crashed against one another, their sex sounds escaping the closed-off den, muffling the game on the television and echoing throughout the house. There was even more action taking place in the center of the room than there was on the baseball field. The hot, hunky men dripped sweat, moaned and groaned, and gyrated like one joined mass of heaving, squirming muscular flesh. And when one climaxed it was a shattering explosion which ignited a mind blowing chain reaction amongst the others. With his boss' hard, steely dick churning up his bowels and the two Polish brothers-in-law slobbering over his meat Kyle first felt the onslaught of orgasm deep up in his stuffed ass. Crying out helplessly, his body shot up from its bent position to fall back against Stosh's hairy chest. Stosh immediately took a handle on Kyle's pert nipples and twisted them between his fingers, causing the younger man's body to twitch and convulse. Hot jism sailed up the tube of Kyle's shaft and erupted into the mouths of Borys and Wilhelm, who brazenly fought each other for each richly tasting mouthful.
Kyle's frantically spasming chute clamped down hard on Stosh's bull cock, causing him to violently shudder from head to toe and begin spewing his seed into the hot stud. His ass, in turn, locked onto Roch's unit, making the dark-haired Pole's entire body rock. His cock locked into his father-in-law's clenching colon and he began to shoot volleys of jism from his hefty ball sac. Joey, in turn, drove his fat monster deep into Roch's wildly flexing ass and growled ferociously as spurt after spurt of cum spewed from his heavy piss lips, filling the rebel Pole with hot man juice. Having finished draining Kyle the two blond Poles locked lips, hungrily trading their rewards, and beat each other's cock until a fountain of cum sprouted upward from each.
Finally satiated, they all remained locked together for a while longer, hands fondling muscular flesh, cocks grinding around in their own cum. Stosh grasped a handful of Roch's thick hair, pulled his face to his own and hungrily devoured his mouth. Roch's hands trailed through his father-in-law's chest hair and encircled the base of his cock, which was still embedded between Kyle's smooth buttocks, while he shared in a man kiss. Growling deep in his chest the younger man thrust his tongue into Stosh's mouth and ate face like the true beast he was. Kyle managed to slip off Stosh's rod, giving Roch more hand play, and fell on the floor between Wilhelm and Borys, who lavished his sweaty body with lots of tongue. Joey carelessly yanked his ass-breaker from Roch, eliciting a pained yelp from the man when his huge head broke free, and slapped him playfully on the butt. Stosh pried himself off Roch's piece, turned facing his errant son-in-law and the two began making out like high school lovers.
Joey flopped himself onto a sofa, threw one hairy muscular leg up over the arm and casually toyed with his cock with one hand while manipulating the television remote with another. "Hey," he shouted out, "anybody know the score?"
The others looked over at him and broke out in laughter. Dumb Joey looked over at them with wrinkled brow, confused. Then, not even finally comprehending, his sexy handsome face cracked into that goofy, endearing smile that truly made him one of the boys.
COMING SOON....SBR FINALE: THE FINAL INNING