Little did I know, when I first made it with my straight fuck-buddy Ray's little brother Joey, the teen hunk would soon become a voracious cock hound! He'd caught me jerkin' off in his brother's bedroom when I was supposed to be watching the house while the family was away on vacation and one thing led to another, as you know if your read the second installment of this story. The hot little no-longer-virgin-to-man stud muffin sure liked his first taste of cock, so much so that we agreed to meet the next day to further his education. Only problem is that I had one hell of a fucking day at the job, had to put in a few hours overtime and involuntarily stood sexy Joey up. The Giagianno family returned from Disney-hell the day after, so I didn't run into Joey until a couple weeks later. As a matter of fact, before I got the chance to dick the nineteen year old again I had holy hell banged out of my prostate by Ray while his wife was doing the weekly grocery shopping with the kiddies. We were goin' at it right up there in the bed where his li'l bro had discovered me sniffin' his big brother's jockstrap and floggin' my dong. Of course, according to our agreement, I kept my mouth shut about what went on between me and Joey. Why risk losing out on a good thing, I reasoned. I was getting my rocks off with two macho, Italian/Hispanic brothers, one who liked to fuck and the other who liked to be fucked. And don't forget, horny readers, that I also had my bimbo-of-the moment Sheri, who just loved the way I snacked on her pretty pussy. Yeah, I'm one of those guys who enjoys the best of both worlds.
Anyways, when Joey and me finally hooked up we sure made up for lost time. Damn, if that boy's asshole wasn't fine! Afterwards, laying there with our co-mingled sweat soaking the sheets in my big bed, he told me a story about what happened that day when we were supposed to meet at his brother's house. Fuck if my mouth wasn't hanging open in astonishment and my big dick didn't start to swell up all over again! As soon as he finished the tale I threw my body over his, lifted his thick, hairy legs and plowed the fuck out of his hungry, cum-filled hole all over again!!
I figured you horny bastards would like to hear about little Joey's exploits, so that's why I sat down and wrote this new chapter in my ongoing adventures with the Giagianno men. If you are legally exempt from reading graphic sexual materials, you have been forewarned that you're gonna find lots of smutty stuff here, so don't say I didn't tell you so. Certain names have been slyly altered to maintain the anonymity of the real-life counterparts but, as I've said before and am saying again, the men depicted herein are every bit as real as you and I.
copyright (c) 2002 JRoyale (I know this means next to nothing on the internet, all I ask is that if you copy and pass this story along, please acknowledge the true author; I work hard on this shit, you know).
"FUCK!" the good-looking youth cursed aloud in the cab of his weathered Ford pickup as the annoying traffic light switched from amber to blazing red. Slapping a big, work-calloused palm against the cluttered dashboard, nineteen-year-old Joey Giagianno applied his size 10 Reebok-clad foot to the worn brake pedal. He could have shot through the warning signal---probably would have made it---but decided not to take the chance. Hot-footed Joey certainly couldn't afford another summons from the local five-o or, worse yet, to get broad sided by some impatient driver jumping the gun and crossing the busy intersection. Absolutely nothing must delay the cross-town rendezvous he'd been eagerly anticipating all day!
Joey particularly despised this particular traffic light. It regulated the last major intersection prior to crossing over into the quiet little burg where his big brother Ray's family resided. Joey had taken this route on hundreds of occasions since becoming a licensed driver and always...ALWAYS...got caught by the same stupid light! Trapped once again, he shifted one strong, squared shoulder to rest against the door, incessantly tapping the stubby fingers of one hand on the rawhide-covered wheel. His other working-man's hand nervously combed the short, dark hair back from his forehead, fingers fanning out to cup the back of his head before repeating the process over and over. He'd left work early, feigning illness, rushed to his father's house (where he still resided) and changed from work clothes into casual shorts and tank top before heading out to Ray's place. He knew Ray and the family were away on vacation, the same as he'd known it yesterday when he went out to the house. Joey wasn't totally ignorant to the fact that his big brother had entrusted care taking of the homestead to his older friend Jon, nor was he blind to the fact that Ray was secretly fucking the muscular bisexual man. Neither of them knew it, but he'd mistakenly caught them in the act one day.
Even as a gangly kid with a severe overbite, greasy hair and poor complexion, Joey had idolized his strong-willed older brother. Ray supplied the combined companionship of a father-figure, protector and mentor to the younger boy almost from the moment their family was torn apart by divorce. Joey had grown up emulating his big, strong brother---he joined the same teams Ray had played on in high school, listened to the same rock and roll music and tried to work out as diligently as hard-body Ray did. Soon the baby fat and acne wore away, a few trips to the dentist took care of his protruding teeth and Joey was well on his way to being every bit the stud his brother was. In high school, he'd felt up quite a few cheerleaders before awkwardly going all the way with one of them, although he'd boasted afterwards to Ray how masterfully he'd seduced the team tramp. Truth of the matter was he'd cum so quickly upon burying his thick cock up a warm snatch for the first time that he really couldn't even remember what she'd felt like. There were others---he had his brother's reputation to live up to---until his current, steady girl friend. Tracy was a cutie, all right, but she was a bit of a prude, only allowing him to tongue kiss her and reach inside her blouse to fondle her breasts---leaving testosterone-filled Joey ready to burst his nuts.
The young colt was particularly horny that summer's day a few weeks ago when he'd walked into the garage where his sister-in-law had told him that older dude, Jon, was helping Ray with his classic Mustang. Instead, he found Jon helping Ray with his hard on! They were sprawled out on the back seat of the car, buck naked, with the door wide open. In fact, Jon's feet were hanging out the car as he lay there belly-down between Ray's muscular, hairy thighs with his lips wrapped around Ray's thick root. And it certainly didn't appear to Joey that there were any objections from his brother. Ray's eyes were closed dreamily---that's the only reason he didn't see him---and he was doing all kinds of deep, masculine sex moaning. His big hands were intertwined in Jon's hair as he held the older man's head close against his crotch, not daring to let it go, and pumped his loins against Jon's cock-stuffed face. Joey's cock shot to an instant 90-degree angle inside his loose-fitting shorts as he backed away behind a partition, which still afforded him a clear view of the shocking encounter.
Joey had never thought of his brother as being queer; he knew for a fact that Ray, his role model, was crazy for pussy! There was an old, frayed cardboard box tucked away in a corner of the Giagianno garage literally stuffed with girlie magazines which Ray had given his younger sibling free access to almost from the time he was fourteen years old. Little Joey had huddled there in the shadows on many an occasion with briefs around his ankles while he pounded away on his teen meat, salivating over the huge tits and juicy wide-open pussies depicted in the pages. Some of the pages were stuck together, leading Joey to believe that, even though he had a wife to fuck, big brother still took time to jerk off to the buxom beauties photographed in those men's magazines. They talked at length about girls, with Ray unabashedly detailing his varied, numerous sexual conquests prior to settling down into marriage and family life. Never was there an indication that Ray was into men. More likely, Joey decided from his hiding place in the garage, Ray was driven by his raging sexual hormones and if his best buddy was willing to help him out in his time of need..........well, what the heck! BUT WITH HIS WIFE AND KIDS JUST BEYOND THE CLOSED DOOR?!?!?! Damn, Ray sure had some brass balls!!! And Joey decided right then and there that he would follow in his idolized brother's footsteps, just as he always had.
His young heart was literally pounding in his chest. Scarcely daring to breath, he suddenly realized that both his hands had slipped under the waistband of his shorts and he was stroking his rock-hard cock as his wondrous eyes remained fixed on the two muscle studs going at in the old 'stang. Fuckin' Jon was sure built like a brick shithouse for a guy his age, at least from what Joey could see from the rear view. The guy's butt cheeks looked like they were chiseled mounds of marble. His back was broad, strong and the abundant muscles in his arms flexed noticeably as he ran his hands along Ray's thick and darkly hairy legs while he orally serviced his bud. Ever since his recent birthday party Joey'd developed an unspoken suspicion about Jon, even though in all the time he'd known him the man seemed to have no problem getting a girl. There was something about the way Jon had eyed him, that head to toe appraisal, when they'd encountered each other for the first time after Joey's two year absence. And there were several times during the course of the outdoor barbeque that he'd caught Jon blatantly staring at him. The good-looking older man, who was probably every bit of Joey's father's age, would smile, nod and divert his attention to the cute blond chick he'd arrived with. He had meant to question Ray about their friendship, but then decided his macho brother would get mightily pissed off at the insinuation that he was paling around with a possible fag. Better to leave well enough alone.
But there, in the sweaty confines of the rebuilt muscle car, Joey had his answer.
There was a small part of his psyche willing the athletic teenager to turn away from the shockingly unexpected scene and try to pretend he'd never intruded on the manly encounter. But an even larger curiosity prevailed, rooting hunky Joey to his vantage point in the greasy-smelling garage. Jon's head, guided by Ray's big hands, furiously bobbed up and down in the handsome married man's lap. While the young voyeur couldn't actually see the point of contact, Joey had no doubt as to the fact that his brother was getting one hell of a ferocious blow job from the muscular cocksucker. He fixed his wide, inquisitive brown eyes on his brother's face, reading Ray's sexual pleasure through every masculine grimace, and began to stroke his leaking teen meat even faster.
Growling something unintelligible, Ray suddenly grasped Jon under the armpits, pulled him up and rolled the older man onto his back. Flipping his own body atop the short-haired hunk, Ray crawled between the muscular V of Jon's raised, spread legs. Jon's strong arms were around Ray's sweaty, tapered back, crushing the younger hunk's body close against him. It seemed to Joey like the two guys were engaged in some kind of passionate wrestling match there in the back seat, but those muffled moans and sloppy wet sounds sounded more like---. Could it be, he wondered incredulously? Were his macho older brother and the forty-something muscle stud engaged in a wet lip lock?!?! Joey's fat young cock pulsed wildly in the sweaty grasp of his hands, and a virtual river of pre-cum oozed from the wide-open piss-eye.
Finally Ray unlocked himself from the embrace and scrimmaged for some balance in the small confines of the car. One strong forearm rested across the seat back while the other supported his torso in push-up fashion, palm down right next to Jon's head, effectively suspending his heavily worked out body over the other man's expectant bulk. His thick, hairy legs jockeyed for position, pushing his groin closer to the obscenely exposed cleft of Jon's ass. Joey's jaw literally dropped---along with his shorts---as he watched his brother grasp his big rod around its thick base and feed the fat monster into the wet, puckered asshole of the man splayed out under him. The kid had seen his bigger brother nude plenty of times---but never with a raging hard-on. As usual, Joey was proud to know Ray "the hero" had an inch or two over him, although the teen seemed certain his own dick flared out wider in girth.
Jon was bent in half, his legs locked against Ray's trim flanks as the younger stud slid his hard cock deeply into his yielding ass. He humped himself up against the intruding weapon, successfully burying it to the balls in his hot hole. Ray started thrusting against him, grinding his thick cock in and out of the slick, greedy fuck-hole. Jon's big hands were trailing up and down Ray's muscular arms and across his broad, sweaty back as the horny buck royally fucked him. Ray wasted little time in picking up his rhythm, slapping his skin against the older man's and pounding into him with a frenzy. Jon's asshole seemed to twitch pleasure as the big dick continually hammered him.
The sharp grunts and manly cries emitting from the old car had young Joey crazy with desire. His clenched fist was a blur as he pumped his thick, throbbing shaft with breakneck speed. Reaching around, Joey caressed the smooth mounds of his firm football-sized melons and dipped thick fingers into the moist cleft of his buttocks, searching for his own wrinkled ass hole. Locating the dank target, he circled the folds of flesh with his trigger finger as the other digits held the virgin trench open. His body undulated on quivering legs as the boy explored his own sweet ass for the first time. Big Jon certainly seemed to be enjoying the throbbing cock driving full-length into his rectum, and Joey found himself curious to know what it felt like to have something plunging in and out of his boy hole. On the count of three Joey gulped a deep breath of air and, throwing caution to the wind, shoved his thick index finger far as he could up his steamy asshole.
Thankfully, the men in the car were going at each other like rabid dogs in heat and were unable to detect the deep, testosterone-filled grunt involuntarily released by the sexed-up teen-man as his hairy hole was breached. Joey's big brown eyes shot wide open and he gritted his teeth as a delicious pain washed over his strong, solid body. Instinct commanded him to uncork his shitter, but Joey was driven beyond conscious reason. His thick, furry legs were spread wide apart for balance, underwear and shorts impossibly stretched from one ankle to the other while he worked on himself with both hands. Seven plus inches of full-veined, rock-hard cock were enveloped by his tightly stroking fist as he dug around in his butthole. In no time at all the initial shock wore away, and soon he was wantonly plunging his sticky finger in and out of his poop chute, mimicking the rampant fucking motions of his brother as the big stud tore into Jon's welcoming ass.
Jon's muscular, bulging arms were wrapped around Ray's profusely sweating hulk, his big hands spread over the younger man's firm buttocks, urging him on. Ray's strokes were long, deep and forceful. His slim hips moved back and forth, relentlessly pounding his big rod into his older buddy's fuck hole. They were lost in a fuck-world of their own, oblivious to the presence of Ray's wife and kids just beyond the garage door---or young Joey, who was enjoying his first eyeful of man-to-man combat.
Joey's tree-trunk thighs quivered uncontrollably with the pleasures of his new-found passion. His thick eyebrows knitted in a passion-filled frown and his full, puffy lips pooched sexily outwards, his breathing now shorter and heavier, like the panting of a long-distance runner as his narrowed eyes remained fixed on the stud fuckers. Ray had his fucking cock all the way up in Jon, his hairy nuts resting on the other guy's smooth cheeks as he ground his beefstick around inside his sloppy guts. Joey reciprocated by roughly shoving two fingers up his hole---and discovering his prostate! His entire body shuddered and an unmistakable churning ache washed over his groin as he tossed his head back, flogging his meat with reckless abandon. His big balls erupted, pumping wads of white hot cum high into the air, splattering against the partition in front of him. The power of his orgasm was enough to send him staggering back against the wall, where he continued to milk himself with both hands until he was drained.
Ray was ferociously groaning and his wet body was going through contortions of its own as he increased the tempo of his fucking. Hastily, Joey pulled up his pants and tucked himself in while he quietly attempted to clean up his mess with a rag hanging from the wall. With a grunt he was certain Kathy would have to have heard, Ray heaved himself against Jon with one final forceful thrust and shot his load deep inside the older man's asshole. With incredulous eyes, Joey slowly backed away from the scene and slipped out of the garage unseen, holding the cum rag to his chest. Inside the house, he buried it in the bottom of the kitchen garbage can and attempted to compose himself. Through the window he could see Kathy playing with the kids in the back yard. Good thing, he thought, or she might have caught them all red handed!
Quietly he waited there in the kitchen, allowing enough time to pass for the two men to tidy themselves up before he re-entered the garage. Joey knew that he had to do it---Kath had sent him out there originally. What would happen if he just took off and she later asked Ray where his kid brother had gone, and Ray then put two and two together. No, he had to stay here, face the music and try like hell to act as though nothing had happened. But something had happened. A desire had been sparked within the formerly straight stud-muffin, and he knew it would not dissipate until he'd found out for himself the bodily pleasures his older brother so obviously craved. Just as he knew that Jon would be the one to teach him.
It was only a couple of weeks later, when the family went on vacation, that Joey was indoctrinated into man-on-man lust. He'd been casing the Giagianno house all week, forearmed with the knowledge that big Jon had been trusted with a key to the place. Most of the week he'd pussied out on his ill-prepared plan to tactfully allow the forty-something stud to seduce him, but yesterday things had just---quite literally---fallen into his lap. Expectantly, Joey had quietly let himself into the house thinking he would bump into Jon in the kitchen or family room, but a quick inspection revealed the man was nowhere on the lower floor---nor did he appear to be in the back yard. Curiously knitting a thick brow, Joey glanced up the stairwell and decided to investigate further. And that's when he found the muscle stud spread out bareass-naked across Ray and Kath's bed with Ray's soiled jockstrap plastered over his face while he fisted his big, leaking hard-on. One thing led to another and soon Joey was having his fat cockhead sucked by the same guy who regularly wrapped his lips around his brother's bigger tool. Jon blew the teen stud to orgasm, devilishly ate out his tender young hole and then proceeded to bust his cherry with a wild and wooly fuck until li'l Joey shot another massive load all over his hunky torso. After Jon coaxed sexed-up Joey into feasting on some of his own cock, they parted with the intention of hooking up the following day for more of the same.
As he pulled his truck to a stop in front of the house and saw that Jon had not yet arrived, Joey let out a deep sigh of relief. So he wasn't late, after all! Slipping from the cab, he sauntered over to a gate at the side of the house and let himself into the back yard where he would be sure to hear the other man's arrival. He was all nervous expectation, pacing back and forth on the cement patio surrounding the swimming pool and listening attentively for the sound of an approaching vehicle in the quiet neighborhood. As the minutes ticked by Joey found himself chewing on his already stubby nails. He took to busying himself by skimming fallen insects from the top of the inviting blue water of the pool with a net. Soon half an hour had passed, and still no Jon. If he wasn't so damned horny from a full day of thinking about the hot dude sucking on his joint again Joey might have snickered at the irony of it all. Here he'd been so concerned about being the tardy party, and it turned out his fuck-partner was the Jonnie-come-lately!
The hot afternoon sun was beating down on the frustrated youth in the quiet backyard, causing a sheen of sweat to break out over his tight, meaty body. Pulling the tank top up over his head, Joey wiped his perspiring forehead with the cotton material and mopped under his moist, hairy armpits before tossing the damp shirt over a nearby lounge chair. He paced around the pool, shadowboxing at the air and flexing his nicely developed teen arm muscles. Coming upon the diving board, he straddled the long white tongue and sat down heavily on it, facing the calm pool water which reflected the brilliant rays of the dazzling sun. Bored, he began drumming out a Van Halen tune with big calloused hands on the surface of the board. It had been nearly forty-five minutes since their appointed assignation! Had their signals somehow gotten crossed? No, there was no mistaking Jon's intent. He was as horny for Joey's hot little body as Joey was to be sucked and fucked by the talented daddy-type again.
Just thinking about Jon's hands, lips and tongue on him again had Joey's dick throbbing wildly in his loose-fitting shorts. Gliding one strong hand up over the pronounced swell of his sweaty pectorals, Joey closed his long-lashed eyes and let his dark-haired head fall back on his broad shoulders, facing the blazing sun dead-on. Sex-lectric charges raged through his young, virile body as his other hand slid under the waistband of his shorts and took hold of his hot, pulsating rod. Joey's puffy, full lips parted in a masculine sigh as he allowed his body to fall back and lay flat across the diving board. He was so fucking turned on he just couldn't wait any more! Let Jon find him here in the back yard like this; it would certainly dispense with the preliminaries!
Hooking thumbs under the sides of his shorts, Joey raised both thick, furry legs and shucked the remainder of his clothing. With both feet flat on the ground to either side of the board, the teen-man's tree-trunk thighs were spread widely apart. Joey placed one muscular arm behind him to support his head, which was practically dangling off the edge of the board, and grasped the strongly curved, thickly-veined appendage rising from his abundantly hairy groin with his free hand. Instantaneously a huge dollop of clear pre-cum oozed from the swollen lips of the huge mushroom head as he encircled the fat, bloated mass in a sweaty, loving grip and began to make love to his own manhood.
At just about the same time, 56-year-old Nikos Stavros had decided it was high time he follow his wife's orders and do a little weeding out of all the junk he'd collected over the years up in the attic of their family home right next door to the Giagianno house. The missus had gone away for a couple of days to spend quality time with her sister in the City, so Nikos spent the day away from the lucrative diner they'd owned for years with every intention of clearing out the attic. Not that he even had to go to the establishment anymore; years ago, he'd hired a qualified manager to run the place so he could take life a little easier. His problem now was that he'd taken it much too easy today, and the hours were ticking down to Mrs. Stavros imminent return in the morning.
Nikos, or Nik as he was called by most, was still a striking looking man for his advancing years. The dark-skinned Greek had a mane of wavy salt-and-pepper hair brushed back from his proud forehead, which curled up slightly at the ends as it touched his wide shoulders. His face was still virtually unlined, except for the obligatory crinkles around the edges of his big, dark eyes and the deeper etches across the expanse of his forehead. Bushy eyebrows hovered over those mischievously twinkling brown eyes and a thick, even mustache covered his upper lip, enhancing the sexy gap between his front teeth. He still remained a physically active man, as the musculature of his body readily attested, although the once-rigorous handball and tennis sessions had mellowed into more leisurely activity on the nearby golf course. Tall at 6'1", he weighed in at about 210 lbs of firm, granddad meatiness. His strong, barrel chest and rugged biceps continued to make him popular with the ladies down at the senior center, much to the chagrin of Mrs. Stavros.
Born and raised in the Greek Islands, he'd come to the States a wide-eyed, wondrous teen-ager seeking fame and fortune. In those early years, young and virtually uneducated Nikos had discovered hard labor in the local steel mill where he gained employment. Those hard, lean times served the dual purpose of strengthening both his body and mind---and introduced him to his future bride, who worked in the secretarial pool. Over the years, Nikos had made a nice life for himself, eventually leaving the City and his back-breaking job for the suburbs with his bride and young son, and opening his own business. Now, all these years later, he was the proud grandfather of a teen-aged boy and younger girl and was fairly well known locally for the scrumptious delicacies served at his top-notch restaurant/diner.
Dressed in a polo shirt and shorts, Nikos was midway up the stairway to the attic area when realization slammed into him: he'd made a huge mistake in not taking on the task earlier in the day. It had to have been at least a hundred degrees up there in the attic! There was no way he was going to spend any amount of time tidying up under these kinds of conditions. Perhaps if he got up early in the morning before the sun rose and tackled the project he would make better headway. Nikos decided that's exactly what he would do. He was just about to turn around when the thought occurred to him that a little ventilation might cool the place down overnight. There were windows to either side of the attic area which would serve the purpose quite well. Making his way through the narrow pathway bordered with all sorts of collected oddities from over the years, Nikos lifted the window facing the street without problem and then crossed to the adjacent opening which, coincidentally, looked out into the Giagianno's back yard.
He was about to turn away from the window and head back downstairs when something made him stop dead in his tracks. The brilliant, hot afternoon sun was reflecting off the shimmering water in the chlorine mist of the swimming pool next door, but that wasn't what had caught his eye. Leaning in closer to the low-slung window, Nikos blinked his inquisitive eyes somewhat dramatically to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Laying there unabashedly naked like some delectable entree on a dinner platter with his thick, athletic legs splayed to either side of the diving board, hard prick jutting upwards, was the teenaged brother of the guy next door! The kid had his hand wrapped around his bloated piece of boymeat and was shamelessly jerking himself off in plain view of old Stavros---or anyone else who might have been glancing out their upper story windows.
Nikos recognized Joey immediately. The young buck often shot hoops with Stavros' grandson, who was only one year younger than the Giagianno boy, in the makeshift basketball court at the end of the driveway. Stavros had stopped to watch the boys on many an occasion, his older eyes secretly surveying their perfect summer tans and, when their loose shorts rode low on slim hips, the exposed strip of smooth, untanned flesh in that hidden recess. He'd lecherously licked his chops, recalling the long ago---but not yet forgotten---days of his own boyhood in Greece and his cherished friend Alexi, with whom he'd learned the pleasures of another boy's lips. His slim, trim grandson and the well-built neighbor boy were unwittingly rekindling the embers of that long ago desire in the old man. For the first time in many long years he'd taken to masturbation, shifting memories of himself and Alexi with images of the two teenagers engaged in various poses of fornication.
Stavros had even begun to have sexual suspicions about the muscular, good-looking car salesman friend of the family who always seemed to come calling when Mrs. G was away from home. Certainly he had his own share of platonic male companionship over the years, but there was something about the guy which made old Stavros wonder what was really going on out in the shed between him and the older Giagianno boy. Just yesterday he'd poked his head over the fence separating their properties to see who was splashing around in the pool---not because he was one of those nosey neighbors, but because he knew the family was away for vacation. There was the muscle guy looking mighty fine and, Stavros was reasonably sure, skinny dipping in the pool. Stavros engaged in a bit of polite conversation, which allowed him some time to cruise the stud's ultra-hot body while blood raged right through his aging pecker, standing it up hard and throbbing. He secretly wished he was certain of the guy's sexuality and that the beefcake would invite him over to that side of the fence for a little daddy/son fuckathon. Not all that much later, while wheeling full garbage cans to the curb, Stavros saw young Joey pull up in his old truck and go into the house. When the muscle hunk and the kid came out hours later, Stavros caught the knowing "look" between them. Excitedly, the old man had to squeeze the bulge growing in the front of his shorts, positive now that the stud was taking care of both brothers.
Swallowing hard with lusty eyes glued on the kid on the diving board, Stavros fumbled with the zipper of his shorts and fished inside for his trouser trout. Eight and a half inches of dark, fat Greek cock sprung from captivity and slapped hard up against his belly, spraying a mist of pre-cum onto his polo shirt. Stavros took his healthy, excited monster in hand and began flogging it just as furiously as the hot little hunk in his line of vision. The kid was breathtakingly beautiful in his nakedness, the deep tan of his sun-bronzed torso and legs offset by the paler flesh of his groin. His heavily lashed eyes were closed against the brutal sun, but his full, ruby red lips were parted sexily as he panted from his manipulations, the prominent Adam's apple bobbing in his smooth throat. Stavros drank in every inch of the dreamboy's body, from the natural waves of his glistening short hair to the fat stub of his big toes firmly planted on the ground below him. The teen hunk's lumber-jack sized legs quivered noticeably even from this distance as his meaty body reacted to the pleasure his strong hand was bringing his big cock. And the cock on this kid; what a marvel it was! It curved upwards from a dense thatch of damp pubic hair, growing increasingly wider until expanding at mid-shaft to the equal thickness of his wrist. The mushroom cork adorning the beautiful manhood was the hugest---and most symmetrically perfect---Stavros could ever have imagined. This kid could destroy someone with just the head of his tool!
Droplets of sweat had formed all over the youth's smooth, meaty body and were draining off him in tiny rivulets to moisten the surface of the diving board. Removing his muscular arm which had acted as a headrest, Joey allowed his entire head to fall backwards over the end of the board while he ran a hand over the sweet curves of his raised pectorals and toyed with the hard protrusion of those sensitive, dark boy tits. Traveling lower over the smoothness of his stomach, he traced the dark brown treasure trail running down from his navel and dug his thick fingers into the pelt of his even darker bush. Continually jerking himself, slower now, he continued to explore with the other hand, fingers gliding down the slope of one muscular inner thigh. As Stavros breathlessly watched, totally absorbed by the show, young Joey lifted his strong, furry legs and spread them widely apart. His raised legs effectively pulled his smooth, taut buttocks open to reveal the thin line of almost-black hair bisecting his steamy anal cleavage. Joey's wandering hand glided down into the moistness of his exposed crack, searching between those muscular globes for the wrinkled bud of his juicy asshole. Stavros' wide eyes became narrowed slits as he peered across the distance, also trying to zero in on the dark, sweet target. As the boy slipped a thick index finger into his foxhole, the thick lips of his molded cockhead pulsed apart and a hefty flow of clear pre-cum liberally oozed from his dick and pooled over his chest. He began working the finger in and out of his shithole, slowly at first and then with more determination. The kid wanted to get fucked!
For the first time in many, many years old Stavros found himself sexed up beyond all reason or control. In a moment's decision he had tucked himself back inside his shorts---although the perpetual tent was not about to dissipate---and hurriedly made his way down the attic steps and out the front door of his home. With eager anticipation, and without encountering any other neighbors on the quiet street, he scurried along the sidewalk to the house next door and silently let himself through the gate into the well-manicured back yard. His heart was beating wildly in his strong chest as he kicked off his shoes and socks, advancing on the unsuspecting boy lewdly fondling himself poolside. Slipping the polo shirt up and over his head, Stavros tossed it haphazardly to the green grass. His shorts fell to the ground around his ankles and he stepped out of them, nearer now to the object of his manly desires. Only a few feet from the back of the sun-darkened boy's head he dropped his boxers and, with big, bulging dick leading the way, stepped up to the husky teen hunk.
When later relating the tale, Joey wasn't exactly sure at which point he first realized his privacy had been pleasurably invaded. He was aware that a looming shadow had suddenly blocked his sweaty body from the blazing sun, but it was the splash of a thick, tasty man-liquid dropping between his parched lips from above that startled him into reality. Nikos was leaking pre-cum like he hadn't in thirty years, and dick drool was oozing from his swollen, hovering cockhead straight into li'l Joey's boy-mouth. Joey saw the big, fat dick and heavy, dangling ballsac above him as he reflexively swallowed the tasty juice. He looked up over a tight, grey hair-covered barrel-size belly, past meaty man-tits protruding from a strong hairy chest and into the desperate, sex-crazed face of his buddy's grandfather from next door! Stifling any objections the boy toy might have had, Stavros squatted down and stuffed his leaking cock head into young Joey's mouth. The athlete's first reaction was to struggle against the unexpected onslaught, but in a matter of moments Joey's firm, young lips had molded themselves under the ridge of his big helmet, holding the hot cock in place as he washed his tongue over the meaty surface.
Stavros threw back his head, moaning loudly, as the young teen's hot and soft mouth muscle spit-shined his horny bulb. An eager little tongue dabbed into the deep cock slit, producing a heavier stream of dew which Joey lapped up like a thirsty pup. The kid's mouth was so hot and inviting that the older man wanted to feed him more, wanted Joey to devour his entire pole and then fuck his face like a wide-open cunt. But Joey needed no encouragement; he was gobbling up that dick quite nicely on his own. With lips wrapped around the cockhead, he used mouth, tongue and even the edges of his pearly white teeth to pleasurably agitate the sensitive nerve endings of Stavros' big plum before opening wider and swallowing up nearly a third of the old man's shaft.
All the while, Joey continued to jerk his own boydick and was now shoving two fat fingers up his hungry hole. Nikos took hold of the boy behind his wide spread knees and leaned in closer, thigh muscles straining as he lowered his groin and fed more cock into the teen's mouth. Joey swallowed more and more juicy beef until the anxious head made contact with the entrance to his throat. Stavros began pumping in and out of Joey's mouth, luxuriating in the combined sensations of the youth's tongue on the underside of his shaft and the soft, tender lips working his bloated length. Joey sucked on the skewering pole as it fucked its way back toward his tonsils, swallowing all the combined manly juices so as not to gag on the overflow. His tongue curled around the fat head at every opportunity, gobbling up any salty leakage. Stavros responded by groaning even more loudly and pushing himself deeper into the cock slut's mouth-hole.
Planting his still-powerful legs farther apart for support, Stavros straddled even lower over hunky Joey's writhing, strong body. His toes were digging into the ground behind him for balance and his knees were to either side of the young boy's handsome face. As the old man reached out to wrap his hairy-knuckled fingers around Joey's fat boycock, Joey unhanded himself and latched both calloused hands onto the grandfather of two's meaty buttocks. As Joey dug his short, knobby fingers into the hairy twin orbs of Stavros' manly ass, the old guy tightened his grasp on Joey's young gun and began rhythmically jerking him off. With his free hand Stavros massaged the athletically tight, huge melons spread out before him and worked his way into the lad's moist butt crack. Joey started humming around the big, tasty dick banging its way to the back of his mouth when old Nikos located his wrinkled pucker and popped a fat finger all the way down to the hairy second knuckle.
As the old fuck fingered him, li'l Joey sucked on his dick even harder, allowing the huge piece of meat to easily glide over his wet lips. Grandpa was in seventh heaven but so, for that matter, was he with a mouthful of hot cock. He'd wanted Jon this afternoon, but Joey was rapidly learning it wasn't the man behind the cock, but the cock itself that brought him to the brink of depravity. He no longer cared about getting in the panties of his frigid little girl friend; there were men who could take care of all his needs, just as he could gladly service theirs. In the matter of a few short days Joey had gained every understanding of his brother's reasoning in keeping a hot fuck buddy around---just as he now intended to do when he became a married man.
The old man had given Joey's dick a rest for a while, which was just as well since the teen was very near to unloading his ballbag. Both his hands were at work on the beefy little hunk's backside, palms spreading his football-sized melons while the long middle finger of each hand fucked in and out of his raisin. Joey's husky body was writhing all over the sweat soaked diving board. Grabbing hold of the old guy by his hips, Joey opened his throat and pulled Nikos deeply into him. Stavros exhaled mightily as all eight and half inches of his mammoth fucktool sunk way down into sultry Joey's throat until the kid's nose was buried in his wiry silver pubic patch. He could feel the wet insides of Joey's sloppy throat massaging the entire length of his buried treasure and reveled in the unmistakable sensations before resuming an ever-deeper fucking. Again and again his hard cock slammed way down into the furthest recesses of Joey's throat while the young pup snorted around the mouthful and worked his heavily tendoned hands all over Stavros' body. His big, hairy balls bounced off the kid's face with each deep stroke, threatening to blacken both his eyes. But Joey took every beat, every stroke, every lunge as if he'd been deep-throating forever, willing the man to use his mouth like a primed jack-off machine.
Old Nikos Stavros was beside himself with wanton lust and in desperate need of fulfilling all his desires this day. Burying his fat knob as far as humanly possible down little Joey's cocksucking throat, he held it there for an interminable time, enjoying the wet warmth washing over his glans. As the boy began to gag and struggle for breath, he held it there a bit longer and finally withdrew when Joey began frantically beating on his ass with open fists. While Joey gasped for breath, tears running from the edges of his big, brown eyes and saliva freely flowing from the corners of his mouth, Stavros grabbed the kid by the legs and spun him around on the diving board so that he was now facing him. Positioning Joey's hot little ass at the edge of the board, Stavros moved in between the V of his hairy, muscular widespread thighs.
"Ewwwwwwwwww, yeah, Mr. Stavros," Joey cooed in his deep, sexy voice. Nikos realized it was the first time all afternoon Joey's mouth hadn't been stuffed full of cock. The humpy jock's big brown eyes were all glazed over, high as he was on sex. "Fuck my tight ass with that big granddaddy cock of yours! Fuck it hard and deep, Dude!" The kid was holding his thick legs behind the knees, spreading himself lewdly open for the older man's anticipated assault.
"My pleasure, young man," Stavros replied, his dark eyes boring into Joey's winking hole. He spat out a thick rope of saliva onto the kid's hair-lined crack and used one thick finger to smear it around and grease up the eager bud. Spitting another wad into the palm of his hand, Nikos greased up his wildly beating shaft and pressed it against the shining lips of Joey's boyhole.
As Nikos pressed his heated cannon between the rubbery folds of Joey's asslips, Joey pushed up against him and the thick cockhead slipped inside his fiery hole. Momentarily startled by the delicious heat washing over his sensitive glans, Stavros nonetheless continued bearing down gently---but persistently. Inch after thick inch of his shaft disappeared between the stretched lips of li'l Joey's yawning ass mouth. The kid was letting out one long, unending yowl as the big dick moved deeper into his mushy innards, spreading his guts wider and wider apart. It was only the second time Joey'd been breached by mandick, as the clutching tightness within him firmly attested.
With a quick, unexpected thrust, Stavros shoved the remainder of his rod inside the teen hunk and watched Joey's heavily-lashed eyes go wide. He held himself still for a moment, savoring the long-forgotten sensation of tight boyass massaging his Greek sausage. Flexing strong muscles, Joey locked elbows in the crook behind his knees and, holding himself now by the outside of his ankles, pulled his massive legs down even lower, practically bending himself in half. The muscles in his thick thighs screamed as the globes of his ass grew even more rotund, allowing the fucker optimum penetration. Joey quickly appraised the other man, who he'd never given more than a passing glance before today and found himself totally turned on by the old relic. If Joey had to grow old, he sure wouldn't mind looking like Petie Stavros' granddad. The old fuck was good-looking, had a full head of hair and didn't look to be soft anywhere on the body. He had nice, big arms and a wide chest covered by a thick tuft of hair that went up and over his shoulders and probably washed all over his back---a real grandpappy bear. And that dick---that big, thick dick that was savagely throbbing deep within him, taming him!
"What're you waitin' for, fucker?" he scowled, heavy eyebrows neatly bisecting across his creased forehead. "Bang the livin' fuck outa me!"
Stavros grinned crookedly and pulled his hips back, almost slipping out, and then quickly shoved forward with every ounce of his power. Joey shouted; Stavros countered by giving him more of the same. He plowed the boy's trench deep and hard from cockhead to ball bag, tearing up young Joey's ass ring. Joey was writhing and moaning all over the diving board, but there was no escape for him. He was totally impaled on Stavros' insistent battering ram.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he yelped. "Big motherfuckin' granddad cock up my ass!" His own wide piece of meat was doing a dance of its own, jumping and twitching against his belly and leaking abundant amounts of precious pre-cum.
Stavros was relentless, showing an endurance uncommon in a man his age. Sweat was pouring off his torso and raining all over the handsome, tanned teen thrashing about below him. If Joey had thought the guy would wear out quickly and settle into a slow, leisurely fuck he was dead wrong. Stavros was too wound up to be gentle. He kept punching into the velvety fuck hole between Joey's parted cheeks, his balls slapping each time against the kid's sweat-sheened skin. Each deliberate thrust was more gut-wrenching than the last, eliciting gratifying groans of pleasure from the younger boy. Gnashing his even white teeth together, Joey slapped a palm up against the older man's chest and grabbed a fistful of his pelt, practically tearing it out at the root. Such rough, macho actions only served to make Stavros ram the cocky little bastard with intensified ferocity.
Nikos lost track of how long he'd been buggering the kid, totally absorbed in his own sexual gratification. When he again looked down at his grandson's buddy, Joey's eyes were shut tight as his sweat-soaked head rocked to and fro. He was emitting all kinds of guttural sounds and his thick fist was flying up and down on his boycock. In no time at all he lost it and, with a strangled cry, shot a virtual geyser of hot, young cum skyward. At the same time, his asshole gripped even tighter onto Stavros' bludgeoning prick. His entire body continued to spasm even after his final load was spent, liberally covering his torso, arms, face and head with funky spunk.
Chugging like a raging locomotive, Stavros felt his own orgasm welling up inside him. His big balls churned and drew up close against his body as his breathing became strained and ragged. He felt as though a zillion tiny explosions were going off inside his body---all over his body---and, with a shout unparalleled by none other in his long life, he blasted a load of hot, sticky cum deep inside Joey's clinging asshole. Yanking his exploding meat from the boy, he fisted another load clear across the kid's muscular torso and managed to blast yet another all over Joey's awestruck face.
On wobbly legs, he fell back into a nearby lounge chair and tried to capture his breath, almost fearful the little sex hound had brought him to the brink of cardiac arrest. When he'd managed to regain some semblance of composure, he looked over to the nearby diving board where Joey was now resting sideways on one elbow, absorbed with scooping streams of cum from his face and greedily licking it off his fingertips.
Noticing the old man watching him, Joey smiled devilishly. "Damn, Mr. Stavros, you sure shoot a lotta jizz for an old guy. Look at the mess you made all over me."
Stavros chuckled and nodded. "Even I didn't know I still had it in me, Joey, my boy."
Hunky Joey scratched a big meaty pec and swiped some goo off his chest. "Dude, anytime you wanna do it again. Just don't say nuthin' to nobody, 'specially my brother. Don't want for nobody to think I'm some kinda queer or somethin', you know?"
Stavros smiled inwardly. "Don't you worry, Joey. Big, macho guy like you---who's going to think you're queer anyway? And," he added slyly, "if ever you have the opportunity to try any of this stuff out with my grandson, just make sure you do it where I can watch in hiding."
From the look on his cute face as Joey thought it over, Stavros was fairly certain the boy would warm to the idea. Straight or not, li'l Joey liked cock and it didn't seem to matter whose cock it was that helped to bring him off. And maybe, Stavros reflected as his dick began to lengthen again, if opportunity ever arose between his grandson and the hot jock he wouldn't merely remain an interested spectator. But the kid had already dismissed the thought for the moment. His lusty eyes were now focused on the thick protrusion growing from between Stavros legs.
"Oh, boy, here we again!" he excitedly muttered as he crossed the short space of lawn to the lounge, where he straddled Stavros' lap and rode his wild pony until they heard the neighbors on the other side arriving home.
At which point, they took things inside his brother's house.
So this is the way Joey told it to me back then. I had no reason to believe the hot little fucker was lying about any of it. Like I said, he became something of a cock hound after I broke his fuckin' cherry. The way I look at it, all the experience in the world was only gonna make him better for me. Joey got married to his sweetheart a year or so later, but that doesn't mean he gave up his hunger for man meat---any more than his big brother has. He had a real nice wedding. Ray was a little surprised that he invited the Stavros' to the shinding---he didn't think Joey knew 'em all that well, other than the grandson, of course. Matter of fact, when I was suckin' him off in the john of the reception hall, Ray commented that I seemed to be pretty friendly with old Nikos Stavros, myself. Hey, what can I tell ya? After Joey told me about the old guy's stamina, I kinda had to find out things for myself. All this time I've been used to being the Daddy, and now I've got a Daddy of my very own.