Straight Buddy Ray

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #30 THE FINAL INNING by Jon Royale June 2014

This is the closing chapter in the Straight Buddy Ray series. The author wishes to extend his appreciation to all readers who have followed this tale and trusts this closing meets expectations. As always, the usual disclaimers about age appropriateness and ownership apply. And, without any further rhetoric, away we go.....

The worn railroad ties clattered as the flashy blue sports car sailed over them at a higher than customary speed. It was an old unused railway line which literally dissected the sleepy little New Jersey coastal town. Just a few short miles back was the town proper, its main street adorned with local businesses, and home to many middle class families. Blacktop stopped just before the tracks signaling entrance into what was haltingly known as Shacktown, domain of the poor. Dust from the dirt road kicked up and coated the car as its driver determinedly worked to avoid the pot holes he knew well from his many trips to this side of town. A more experienced driver would have taken his time on such a weather beaten surface but this one was a teen hot shot who, like most his age, sensed no danger. All he could think of was reaching his destination as quickly as possible.

The car pulled to a halt alongside a ramshackle dwelling and the young rider stepped out into the late morning sunshine. He shook his head in sadness as his eyes took in the rotted clapboard structure with its heaving, barely shingled roof. Many of the glass panes of its windows were shattered, some covered with cardboard from the inside. The shutters which hadn't long ago fallen into the overgrown weeds were hanging by one rusted hinge. It was a far cry from the quaint Victorian home in which he'd grown up on Mansgrove Lane.

The good looking teen was about to step up onto the front porch, always fearful of the canopied roof which looked as if it might collapse with the next strong wind, when his ears picked up a familiar sound from out back of the shack. With a knowing smile on his face he headed along a foot path which took him through the brush and bramble in that direction. The small back yard was overgrown with weeds and cluttered with cast-off machinery and furniture. A clothes line on rusted pulleys stretched from the back porch to a rotted old oak tree. But in a small clearing way back on the property the earth had been trampled down into a makeshift court on which his bare-chested best friend was honing his greatest skill. The athletic black teen dribbled the basketball on the hard earth, dodged imaginary opponents, and set up a shot into the hoop attached to a back board on a tree. The netting was frayed, ripped and barely there but it served its purpose well enough.

The newcomer stealthily crept up on the black boy, who was too entranced in his own game to realize he had company. Just as he was working his way through a block of imaginary opponents an arm shot out from the side and spirited the ball away from him. Momentarily stunned by the intrusion he allowed the boy to make his way to the hoop, shoot and score undeterred. The boy retrieved the ball and bounced it over to him.

"Score for my team!" the youth announced with a huge smile on his handsome face.

"Ray-J!" the black teen exclaimed excitedly. "When'd you get back to town, bro?"

They came together, bumped fists and embraced one another. "Home for the summer, dude," RJ Giagianno announced. "School's out and I'm ready to par-ty!" RJ had attended his freshman year at nearby Monmouth University where he was an easy pick for all the college athletic teams.

"So you home for good?" the black teen asked hopefully.

"Fuckin-A." RJ nudged him on the arm. "Had to get out here right away and see my bestie. What you been up to, Leon?"

"Workin'," Leon responded unenthusiastically, "down to the supermarket. They got me collectin' carts, pickin' up trash, that kinda stuff."

RJ felt bad for Leon but attempted to appear optimistic. "Dude, that's the first job my Dad had back when he was in school. Nuthin' wrong in that!"

"Yeah, but I be out of school now," Leon responded dejectedly.

There was a moment of silence as RJ sought the right words of encouragement. There were none. An accident of birth had placed Leon in a life of poverty and ignorance. If he even had an ounce of ambition there might be hope for the teen. But Leon had long ago accepted his lot in life and saw little hope in breaking free, although RJ did his best to encourage the youth.

A wide grin suddenly spread across Leon's dark face and he rubbed a hand across the top of the other teen's head. "Got youself a buzz, bro," referring to RJ's recent cropping.

RJ shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing. "The college boy cut," he offered.

"Look more like the home-boy cut," Leon joked. "You sure you ain't tryin' to be like me?"

"Why'd I want to look like your ugly ass," RJ cheerfully shot back. "Let's play a little one on one." Stripping off his shirt and tossing it to the side he playfully slapped Leon on the arm. "Got some new moves to show you, bro."

Leon's dark face cracked in a wide toothy smile. The kid couldn't afford a yearly dental checkup but he had the most even, whitest teeth RJ had ever seen. "There ya go, thinkin' you can best me again. Boy, you sure be a dreamer."

RJ knew Leon was the champ when it came to b-ball. Not that he, himself, was any slouch. But Leon, well over 6', had the height required to slam duck those baskets. He'd been instrumental in bringing the high school Varsity team to many a win. RJ couldn't figure why his buddy wasn't offered up a scholarship for his sports acumen; then realized it was probably because the teen never even applied.

Leon took a defensive stance in an attempt to block the other boy's advance but RJ was an agile athlete who managed to skirt by the tall black teen, dribble the ball up to the hoop and make his layup. The ball danced around the rim and slipped through the tattered hoop, scoring points for young RJ. Leon quickly retrieved the ball, made some moves of his own and before long had tied up the friendly little game. On and on they aggressively played, neither wanting to come out the loser. Before long beads of perspiration had broken out on their brows and coated their youthful bodies. Falling behind in the score, Leon stripped off his sweat-saturated t-shirt, revealing his glistening chocolate torso.

With possession of the ball RJ dribbled low around his buddy on the makeshift court, his back defensively facing the other boy. As Leon attempted to reach around and slap the ball away RJ's squirming ass accidentally ground back against his full groin. Leon paused just long enough for RJ to take advantage, dribble up to the hoop and make a basket. Leon reflexively squeezed his groin through the loosely fitting shorts hanging so low on his hips as to reveal worn boxers. With a lopsided smirk RJ groped his own package and tossed the ball over to Leon.

They spent most of the next half hour jerking around playing more a game of grab ass than b-ball until, chests heaving and sweat dripping, they came to sit side by side on what passed for the out of bounds line. They spoke of days gone by and the fun times they'd had all through high school. They spoke of some of the sporting events they'd participated in and the awards they'd won. RJ related the highlights of his freshman year at college while Leon brought him up to date on the goings on in town. They talked of just about everything---but their desirous eyes gave away what they wanted most.

RJ was the one to break the ice. With a nod toward the ramshackle house he asked, "Old Rufus at home?"

Leon snickered. "Passed out with a jug of Mad Dog in his crib." Old Rufus was Leon's n'er-do-well father, a relationship the boy had only learned a few short years ago.

RJ thought a moment. "You think he'd hear if we were to go inside and, y'know---."

"Fuck around?" Leon finished for him, a wide smile splitting his ebony face. "That old man been passed out since last night and don't show no sign of wakin' up soon. 'Sides, I can't wait no more." Hefting his impressive bulge with one black hand he almost shyly admitted, "I'm 'bout to go crazy from no action!"

"Y'mean you haven't gotten off in all these months? No pussy? No nothin'?" RJ asked incredulously.

Leon clucked his tongue, "Hells no, Ray-J. After all that trouble with Sheri I been layin' low. Real low." RJ remembered well enough the events of last summer when Sheri's teen pregnancy almost ruined both their lives. The police officer's easy lay of a daughter had attempted to pin her trouble on RJ but when the baby was born near black as coal it was easy to see whose seed had truly impregnated her. Leon was lucky to have gotten off with no broken bones---or worse. Officer Rick Parker was not one to be messed with.

"Lots of pussy to be had down at the University," RJ admitted. "At the frat parties they all get a little hammered and they're ripe and ready to get laid."

"Bet they all wanna try out this horsedick of yours." Leon reached over and gave RJ's package a friendly squeeze. RJ spread his athletic legs wider to allow his buddy easy access then reached over to grasp a handful of Leon's junk. His other hand came up behind Leon's sweaty neck and pulled him closer until their lips locked in a lusty kiss. It was a good thing old Mrs. Douglas, hanging her wash in the next yard over, was visually impaired or she'd have had an eyeful. As it was she could only make out the two young boys sitting beside one another on a fine afternoon, not the two sexually charged teens lewdly groping one another and swapping mouth's full of spit.

RJ inhaled deep in his chest as Leon's slick, swollen tongue swirled deep into his mouth and tickled his uvula. Leon's already-wide Negroid nostrils flared even larger while his thick lips mashed against the other teen's, forcing his jaw wide apart and sucking RJ's writhing mouth tool inside. Their raspy tongues sloshed alongside each other's, the long hunger of separation apparent from their muffled, lusty moans. Hands freely roamed over sweaty, naked teen-toned torsos while their young dicks jerked excitedly, fully erect under the covering of their athletic shorts.

"What the fuck are we waitin' for?" RJ gasped breathlessly, sex-glazed emerald eyes looking longingly into Leon's heavy-lidded brown orbs.

Leon smacked his lips against RJ's once more. "I could fuck you right out here, boy! Been waitin' fo' that fine ass o' yours for months!"

"Who says I'm the one getting fucked?" RJ joked, a wide smile spreading over his handsome ethnic face. In an instant he was to his feet, his big cock tenting out the front of his shorts. Offering a hand to Leon, he pulled the tall boy to his feet and they raced to the house. RJ tore through the threshold, racing through the cluttered living room area toward the small bedroom in the back of the house. He tore aside the sheet which served as a covering for the doorway and dove onto Leon's unmade bed. The bed was, in fact, just an old mattress and box spring laid out on a cheap frame with headboard. Leon tumbled atop him, big black hands sliding under his shoulders and resumed their hungry kiss. As their engorged crotches ground together RJ wrapped his muscular legs around Leon, crossing them at the ankles to effectively lock his buddy in. His hands glided all over Leon's sweaty back, along the nape of his neck and over his nearly-shaven scalp. Except for those weekends RJ managed to steal away from school, and holiday breaks, the high school buddies had seen little of each other and were now hell bent on making up for lost time.

They'd been best buddies since childhood and rivals on the sports field. Soon as puberty kicked in they easily figured out what to do with their dicks and went through a bevy of ripe and budding schoolgirl snatch, ending with Sheri Parker. They were well known as the hugest hung in the entire high school with RJ's twelve incher outsizing Leon by a scant few inches. Along with their circle of friends they'd tag-teamed well over a quarter of the pussy in their graduating class, much of it cherry cunt. While RJ mercilessly hammered away into wet, sweet pussy Leon would be gagging the girl with his black anaconda until they changed positions. They were such good friends that they shared pussy and mouth equally.

When RJ accidentally observed his father and "Uncle" Jon, Ray's best friend, going at it right there on their living room floor a curiosity had arisen in the athletic boy, a curiosity that led to him sharing the same type of camaraderie with his own best friend, Leon. They'd started with tentative groping, stroking and milking, then graduated to actual blow jobs. After all the fucking he'd done RJ couldn't resist the temptation to find out what it was like to be on the receiving end. Who better to teach him than the man he was certain was plowing his own macho father? Truth was Ray was strictly a top man. But RJ didn't know that. And "Uncle" Jon didn't contradict the boy's assumptions. The good looking teen got his ass royally broken in on his eighteenth birthday and, not twenty-four hours later, got laid by his best buddy. They'd fucked for hours, as teens easily do, with Leon seeding young Ray-J deep again and again until cum was liberally oozing from his raw hole. A new chapter had been forged in their relationship.

It didn't mean that RJ had turned away from pussy. Not by a long shot. Quite literally he was big man on campus and relished all the cunt thrown his way. But, after the Sheri fiasco, the smart teenager made certain he donned a condom for each assignation. He didn't like them, hated 'em in fact. Would much preferred skin on skin. But the risk of knocking up a collegiate nymphet was too great. RJ did more fucking than studying, somehow managing to keep his grades (and cock) up. But as much as he enjoyed sowing his wild oats RJ couldn't wait to get back home and fuck around with his best buddy.

Wrapped in each other's arms with youthful hardon's throbbing between their lean bodies the boys hungrily devoured mouth. Saliva liberally dripped from their chins while their tongues intertwined. A low, soulful moan came from deep in RJ's throat and he hooked a strong arm around the back of Leon's head as if unwilling to break their torrid lip lock. Their young bodies trembled with desire and passion as their hands roamed over naked flesh. Their mouths parted and Leon glided his wet tongue over and round RJ's chin, now awash with spittle. His fat lips traced a series of kisses down the other teen's throat, traveling ever lower until he'd sucked one of RJ's pert purple nipples into his mouth. The black youth chewed on the hard jock nub while tweaking the other between his fingers, sending shivers of delight through RJ's squirming body. His tongue trailed down RJ's smooth chest, over the ripples of taut abdominal definition and dipped into the hollow of his navel. He swirled around in the aperture, plastering the fine hairs that sprouted from the hollow against RJ's skin and made them appear even darker. Taking hold of the throbbing protrusion tenting RJ's shorts Leon fondled the formidable erection, causing RJ to involuntarily raise his ass from the mattress. Leon took advantage of the motion to deftly yank down his shorts and briefs. RJ's huge beautiful cock sprung out heavily, slapping Leon on the side of the face. Chuckling jovially, Leon took the hefty meat in hand and gave it a few friendly strokes.

"C'mon Lee, suck me for a little," RJ implored with an almost desperate look on his handsome jock face.

Leon merely grinned back at the other boy and announced, "I got my eye on some even sweeter tastin' candy." With that he quickly stripped shorts and briefs down RJ's muscular legs and tossed them over his shoulder. His big black basketball player hands gripped RJ under the back of his knees, lifting and parting those legs until the tiny pink asshole was exposed to his view. Leon noted the maturity that seemed to have taken hold of RJ's body since last summer. His legs appeared hairier than the black youth last recalled and there was a nice growth of fine dark hair framing his quivering asshole.

RJ saw the rapturous look in Leon's eyes and knew he was in for a real heavy fuck session. Other than "Uncle" Jon, Leon was the only dude he'd allowed to fuck him. Between the two of them he really didn't need anyone else. He'd thought once he'd learned all he needed from Jon that he would be strictly exclusive with Leon. RJ quickly learned that he just couldn't resist slipping across the street and taking a fuck from the man who'd taken his cherry. He had to admit it was a complete turn on to get fucked by the same guy who he thought was fucking his macho father. The college boy hoped one day to get another eyeful of the two of them rutting like dogs. But thus far he'd missed the show.

RJ had jerked off many a night in his room on campus visualizing the two of them in any variety of sex acts. His father, Ray, was a handsome, rugged man and Jon, although a bit older, had muscle upon muscle. In one of his wildest fantasies Ray walked in on the two of them in mid-fuck, stripped off his clothes to reveal his masculine body and fed Jon his cock while the older man fucked his son. From his position RJ could clearly see every cock sucking moment as Jon deep throated Ray's handsome fuck tool. Then Ray was roughly shoving Jon out of the way. RJ was alarmed, thinking his father had a change of heart about the whole thing. But Ray dropped to his knees between the spread of RJ's young legs, hefted his fuck log in the palm of his hand and, to RJ's wide-eyed wonder and garbled protests, pressed it up to his gaping hole.

"Now you're gonna see how Daddy does it," Ray snarled as he shot his hips forward, burying every inch of his dick into his eighteen-year-old jock son ....

RJ had shuddered then with guilt at such forbidden thoughts, just as he shuddered now as Leon's tongue tickled the tender folds of his asshole. The blunt tip of the black teen's tongue was coiled like a tiny hard-on and rapidly flicking against RJ's jock bud. Propped up on his elbows with his head thrown back, the college boy groaned with lust while his high school buddy teased his hot hole. His huge cock pulsed and released a wave of clear pre-cum which glistened on his taut upper torso. Using his long dark fingers Leon held the deep cleft wide open and treated the boy to some long licking. The black teen slobbered over RJ's quivering trench, plastering the dark hairs against the lighter skin and making it incredibly slick. His eyes rolled upward and he moaned appreciatively, almost as if he were feasting on his favorite fried chicken dinner. Leon had always been an expert pussy licker, as many of the white girls in school and a few of the sistas on this side of the tracks could attest, but he'd also become equally fond of Ray-J's tasty ass.

Leon's raspy tongue glided up RJ's sweaty trench, over his heavily hanging ball sac and made the long, wet journey up the underside of the other teen's twitching truncheon. Holding the big thing upright with his black mitt Leon wrapped his puffy lips around the leaking head and nursed. With a guttural sigh RJ fell back on the mattress and bucked his hips upward, fucking his gigantic tool in and out of his black buddy's mouth.

"Fuck, Lee! That feels awesome!" he moaned. Leon grinned around the huge cock coating the insides of his mouth with its sweet, tangy nectar. His wet tongue swirled over the bulbous knob while his lips nibbled under the heavily pronounced ridge. RJ's dick was most definitely one of the uncharted wonders of the world, a thing so breathtaking that it was almost an honor to pleasure. Prior to taking their friendship to this mutually satisfying new level Leon was strictly a pussy-lover, but getting jiggy with RJ had surprisingly expanded his sexual adventures. The black youth from the other side of the tracks now preferred the all-star athlete over any of the 'ho's he'd ever had.

Leon noisily slurped on RJ's meat, bringing his full lips down over a few inches of the achingly hard shaft and fucked it with his face. His free hand played in the moist juncture of the jock's muscular legs while he feasted on his buddy's dick. One long, dark finger penetrated the grasping ring muscle and sunk all the way into the warm chasm. RJ groaned from deep within his chest, tossing his head from side to side on the pillows as Leon cork screwed his finger around inside of him. Pre-cum liberally oozed from the deep slit of his cockhead and washed the inside of Leon's mouth with its heady flavor. Leon gulped the stuff down only after allowing himself to savor the seed of his home-boy.

"Dude, you're gonna make me cum already!" RJ admonished after only a few minutes of some toe-curling cock and ass treatment. "Lemme do you for a while!" Hearing no protest from the black youth he scrambled around on the bed, allowing Leon to rest back in the spot he'd just vacated and scooted up between the other boy's long, dark legs. Wrapping his fingers around the thick base he gripped tightly, thereby choking the cock and forcing the veins to bulge obscenely to the surface. In his stranglehold the dark meat grew more rigid and the chocolate-colored head flared even wider. Swiping his tongue over the piss slit RJ got a taste of the sweet cock juice bubbling out from the hole. Sitting back on his haunches he smacked his lips together, savoring the flavor of the heady nectar, before returning his attention to the cock in hand. Giving it a few more introductory swipes of the tongue, the teen jock opened his jaw wide and, to Leon's amazement, took an abrupt dive and swallowed the black anaconda down to the dark wiry pubes just like "Uncle" Jon had taught him. With the wind knocked out of him, Leon's wiry upper body jolted halfway up from the bed as though electrified, his eyes and mouth comically agape.

"Holy fuck, Ray-J!" he gushed. "How da fuck you do dat?" RJ smiled slyly around the hairy root and proceeded to practice all the things he'd learned from the master. The handsome athlete had always excelled at all sports; there was no reason cock sucking shouldn't also be one of them. With his nose buried in Leon's wiry bush he milked the black shaft with the muscles in his throat, causing the other teen's toes to curl in his sweaty sneakers. Tendons flared dramatically in his neck, his eyes began to tear and his face flushed a shade of scarlet as he stubbornly refused to come up off the thing. It was a test of endurance and, like with anything else, RJ wasn't about to concede so easily. Leon's member throbbed in his strained throat, seemingly growing larger by the second. Only when he was on the cusp of losing consciousness did RJ release the tasty rod. His chest heaved as he sucked in lungs full of air. Mouthful of saliva poured from his lips and down over his chin.

Wiping the back of a hand under his dripping nose he eyed the exquisite shaft, all wet and glistening and looking like a glazed chocolate treat. He hastily resumed the match by licking his way up the beauty, taking a break at top to polish the knob and treat himself to some cock honey, then glided his way back down to nibble for a while on the fragrant root. Leon's rock hard shaft bobbed in the air as RJ sucked his balls, one after the other and then together, into his mouth. At the same time the ItaliaRican youth lifted his buddy's dark legs up, then back, spreading them widely apart. He licked a path from the underside of Leon's balls down into his tart ass cleavage and homed in on the greasy hole. Growling low in his throat RJ buried his handsome face in the ripe trench and probed the folds of Leon's pucker with the tip of his tongue.

"Fuck Ray-J, eat my fuckin' hole," the black youth moaned, his head rolling on the pillows and his pink tongue flicking out to repeatedly lick his own lips. RJ forged onward, spreading Leon's opening with his fingers and pushed his tongue into the dark hole. One taste of Leon's tart, tangy insides drove RJ wild with lust and he began slovenly slopping his tongue around up inside his buddy as far up as he could reach. At the same time his mouth latched onto Leon's purple-hued ass lips like a suction cup and he sucked away like a mad man. His tongue darted in and out of Leon's ass while he sucked hole, giving the other boy a real wet tongue fucking. Leon was positively frothing at the mouth, his eyes tightly closed and his entire body quivering as he thrilled to the delights of RJ's bawdy actions.

RJ swabbed his tongue around in the musky channel, perfectly content to spend all afternoon eating out his homeboy, but there were also other things he desired. Reluctantly pulling his face away, RJ toyed with the wet ass lips using both thumbs. Leon stared at the teen through lids dreamily at half-mast and flinched only mildly when RJ worked his index finger into his spasming ass. Sitting back on his haunches the college athlete casually stroked his foot long while he moved the finger in and out of Leon's now-relaxed hole. Leon brought his arms back, cupping his own head in his hands while he relaxed and let RJ massage the inside of his ass. RJ added a second finger, then a third, causing Leon to begin to pant. In all their previous sessions they'd never gone quite this far. But the black youth didn't stop him. He was actually enjoying the sensation of being fucked.

"Lee?" the other boy said breathily.

"Wassup Ray-J?" Leon grinnned toothily.

"I really wanna fuck you," RJ announced. Leon's face took on the look of instant shock. For a moment he barely knew how to respond. Many times he'd fucked RJ's tight jock hole but there seemed to be an unspoken understanding that no reciprocation was permitted.

"I-I dunno, Ray-J," Leon stalled. "I ain't never done nuthin' like that before."

"Aw, c'mon. What are you, a pussy?" RJ taunted. "Take it like a man, for crap's sake, like I have. Dude, once you get used to it you're really gonna like it. Trust me. You think I'd let you dick me if it didn't feel good? Besides, haven't you ever wondered what it felt like to whoever in fuck you were dicking?"

"But that thing 'o yours is fuckin' huge!" Leon said, his eyes on the massive protrusion rising from RJ's groin.

"I'll go easy on you, dude," RJ promised, saying anything to get Leon to let him in. "If you want to stop, we'll stop. I swear."

Leon was shaking his head. "I--I really dunno."

RJ smacked the inside of Leon's thigh, the sharp sound of skin on skin echoing in the small room. "Fuckin' pussy. All these years of competition I never thought you'd let me win while you failed."

"Failed what?" Leon was having trouble following RJ's logic.

RJ shrugged his shoulders, turning his hands palms up. "I'm a man of all sex sports. I guess you fall short. I win, you lose."

Leon's brows furrowed, his dark face becoming even darker. "Wait a minute. We be equals on the court and on the field."

RJ shrugged again. "Just not when it comes to fucking, I guess."

Leon's eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah? You think so, huh?" He pounded his chest with a clenched fist. "C'mon, fuck me. Let's see what you got, boy!"

RJ's face lit up and he hastily scrambled between Leon's widespread thighs before the teen had a chance to rethink. Taking his randy slugger in hand he skidded the huge head up and down the ebony ass crack, coating it with his youthful pre-cum. Leon's black hole instinctively clenched shut when the leaking knob passed over it. There was real fear in his eyes. RJ felt an exhilarating rush of victory as he looked down at his best friend spread eagled before him. The athlete in him took over; he was about to sink the winning basket and become the champion. Full of expectation he guided his fuck tool to the trembling hole and pressed against it. Slick with saliva and cock juice Leon's ass lips had no choice but to give way to the straining intruder. Taking no prisoners, the excited jock made a strong deliberate lunge and buried more than half his impossible length up Leon's black ass.

The expression on the b-ball player's face was one RJ would not soon forget. His glorious hazel eyes bugged with sudden agony and his fleshy lips opened wide to emit a deep, strangled cry. Beads of sweat broke to the surface over his brown face and nearly-bald pate. His athletic body shivered and every muscle knotted tightly, the arteries just below his skin seeming to swell to the surface. His virgin ass hole held a vice-like grip on RJ's thick club, its slick membranes driving the top teen insane with youthful lust.

RJ didn't even allow Leon any down time. Desperate to skewer his competition with every demanding inch RJ thrust again, this time popping his Giagianno-sized knob way up into Leon's squirming guts. Leon gritted his teeth, bellowed and pounded his fists against RJ's solid pecs. RJ lowered himself over Leon's prone, squirming body, propping himself up by his hands to either side of the black youth and covered the teen's mouth with his own to stifle his vocals. His wet tongue thrust into Leon's mouth and kissed him hotly. Panting heavily, Leon took RJ by the sides of the face and attempted to focus his attention on returning the hungry kiss, but there was no forgetting the mammoth fuck pole lodged deep inside him.

Ever the athlete, Leon was the one to break up the spit swapping session. Looking him directly in the eye he spat out, "Is that all you got, son? I thought you said you wanted to fuck me?"

RJ smiled crookedly and, supporting himself on hands and toes over the black teen, raised his hips to glide his dick from the fiery hole and quickly drove it back home. Leon groaned each time the fat head plugged him deep. RJ soon settled into a steady rhythm, sensing that with each roll of his hips his fuck partner became more comfortable with his deflowering. Leon gradually relaxed, his body giving in to the ultimate in manly pleasure and shuddering each time RJ's big cock glided over the pleasure button heretofore unfamiliar to him. Leon likened it to what his 'ho's felt each time his big blackie massaged their sensitive pink clit. If this was what getting fucked was like, he'd been missing out for way too long.

Not wanting Leon to get too comfortable with strictly vanilla sex, RJ soon amped up the tempo. Before long he was slamming in and out of Leon's fresh cunt, driving his foot long ball's deep into the teen's foxhole with each forceful stroke. Leon held tight to RJ's pummeling buttocks and thrashed his head from side to side, spittle foaming from the sides of his mouth, while the jock pounded his guts. RJ was built like a horse, every hard inch of that thick teen meat churning up his insides and knocking the wind out of him. Still, in all its primal brutality, having his ass hole battered actually felt good. Gritting his teeth he worked through the pain, relieved when the big dick wrestled nearly free but filled with anticipation for the next invasion.

RJ had never enjoyed a fuck quite so much. All the pussy, even Sheri's, meant little other than his own momentary sexual gratification. Fucking "uncle" Jon's manly ass was always awesome and Charlie Fitzpatrick had adequately filled his needs, but breaking Leon's ass was something special indeed. They were closer than brothers. His friendship with Leon was most important. Every day at the University he thought about Leon, imagined what he was doing at that moment. He longed for the time they spent together, shooting hoops, tossing around a ball or just simply hanging out. He empathized with Leon's sorry lot in life and had long ago vowed to himself that one day he would make things better for his buddy. Their sexual experimentations over the years had strengthened that bond. When he thought about it those three-ways the two had engaged in with Sheri meant little about the girl other than their connection through her. It always thoroughly aroused him to observe Sheri sucking Leon's black dick while he humped her well-used hole, or vice versa.

Of course he was relieved to discover he wasn't the father of Sheri's baby but it pained him to know that Leon was the one sitting in the hot seat. Things were bad enough in the youth's life without the drama connected with Sheriff Parker's easy piece of a daughter. It was probably because of Parker's admiration for RJ that the tough cop hadn't leaned on Leon more heavily. RJ would do just about anything to protect his friend and he knew the feeling was mutual. Hadn't he gone to the master of buddy sex, "uncle" Jon, to learn how to take a fuck just so he could take his sessions with Leon to the next level? And now, with his jock cock plunging through Leon's tight sheath, absorbing every pulsing sensation within the teen, he felt they'd finally completed an important circle of brotherhood and were now bound as one.

RJ thrilled to the passive/aggressive resistance of Leon's hole, tightening up against the onslaught of attack but forcing itself open to accommodate his incredible size. RJ fucked onward, never missing a beat, rolling his eyes heavenward and undulating his hips seductively when he was all the way inside the silky, spasming ass. With each stroke he came from a different angle, determined to work Leon's hole to the max. It pleased him to see the quivering from the tall black boy each time he manipulated the pleasure button up inside him. RJ remembered well the first time he discovered his own boy-clit through the manipulations of sexpert "uncle" Jon and how fucking awesome it felt. He had every desire to impart that same revelation on his own fuck buddy.

The heels of Leon's kicks dug into the small of RJ's back, toes curled inside the swampy confines, as RJ relentlessly pounded his ass walls. Beaded sweat trickled from his forehead, drained down the bridge of his thick negroid nose and across his youthful cheeks. He smacked his lush lips together, licking them repeatedly with a darting tongue. The heat in his ass raged into a consuming fire which roared up into his belly and seemed to taunt every nerve ending. It radiated through RJ's big, deep driving dick, prompting the handsome ethnic youth to fuck harder and faster than even he could have imagined. Their sex parts slapped together noisily as RJ got even higher up on his toes, ceaselessly plundering Leon's sore ass cavern. He took the boy with all he had in him, fucking him harder and deeper than even he'd thought himself capable. His lungs heaved, his chest pounded heavily and perspiration poured from him but onward young RJ went, making Leon's first fuck the fuck of their lives.

How old Rufus slept through the aggressive fuck session, especially their mutual climax, was something both boys later pondered. A shrill cry burst from Leon's thick lips when RJ's battering ram pressed the trigger and caused his big black rod to erupt. Blasts of hot white cum soared from his dick head like ammo from a cannon, the intensity of his orgasm so severe that it shot clear over his head and splattered against the bed board. His entire body writhed on the bed as though he were lying on hot coals, hands clawing at the bed sheets and teeth gnashing together wildly. His ass clamped down tightly on RJ's rod, the erratic spasming of his sheath causing the top boy's dick to stiffen, convulse and spew volleys of hot cum deep inside the black athlete's guts. RJ's mouth was agape, his green eyes widened and staring ahead of him without seeing. He felt as though his very life force was spewing from his body through his piss slit and into the undulating inner chamber of his good buddy. Scents of sweat and cum assailed his nostrils as he fell, spent, over Leon's still twitching body.

Leon enfolded RJ in his dark arms, the spent cum on his belly plastering them together. Breathless, they managed to find one another's lips. Raspy tongues plunged into hungry mouths as they shared a long, passionate kiss while their bodies recovered from such heated sex exertion. RJ glided his lips over Leon's chin, down his throat and over his chest, licking up some of the boy's spent seed and returned to feed some of it to the receptive youth. Their lips mashed together, savoring the flavor of Leon's heady load while their hands groped one another.

Short minutes later JR rolled off Leon and rested beside him on the bed, his head cradled in the crook of one arm. They stared at the ceiling wordlessly until RJ broke the silence.

"So you wanna round up the guys and get up a game of ball?"

Leon looked over at RJ in wonder. His face cracked into a smile and he laughed heartily. "Sure, Ray-J. Le's go play some ball!"

Rising, they tidied up, dressed and headed for the door of the shack. At the threshold RJ took Leon into his arms in a buddy embrace. "Love you, man," he said quietly.

"I love you, too, Ray-J," Leon replied sincerely.

The communal visitation room was twice the size of the 6x8 sterile cell Javier Santiago inhabited while serving out his sentence for drug trafficking. It was just as bleak a place, though, with only a table and two chairs, both bolted to the floor in the center of the space. Javier had raised a thin eyebrow when he learned his surprise visitation would be held in the semi-private room. The few visits he'd had over the past year were in the general area, between a Plexiglas divider. His baby's mama, Sharyn, had come twice early on in his incarceration and there'd been one sole chat with the stripper down at the club he had frequented, Sarah. After that one time he knew the nervous cunt wouldn't be coming back. The most regular visitor was his buddy Raphael. But Javier hadn't seen hide nor hair of the crazy Dominican in over six months. So the thug was understandably perplexed as to the identity of his impending visitor.

He would never have thought it possible but fate led Javier to this place from a very young age. He grew up in the city, a street kid with a hard, cocky edge. Long before his teens the swarthy Puerto Rican ran with a street gang, spending more time in alleys than in a class room. The rogue band was instrumental in a string of petty larcenies throughout the borough for a number of years and no member bore qualms about using the blade they carried. Although he'd never actually killed anyone, not really, Javier had proved his status to the rest of the hoodlums by diceing up a few unfortunates who dared to test him.

Since a regular nine-to-five job didn't suit his bad-boy image, a teen aged Javier quickly discovered he could make ends meet with a bit of drug dealing. Over the years he'd been arrested for this and a number of other charges resulting in time spent in lock up, where he wound up getting even more of a criminal education. It was after one such arrest that his always abusive father lit into him once too often and, for the first time, Javier struck back. Leaving the drunken bastard in a bloody heap on the linoleum floor of their low-rent apartment Javier quickly packed a bag and boarded a bus headed across the state line to New Jersey where he set up his "business" in a sleepy little coastal town. He was strictly small time, dealing mostly in weed. The hard stuff didn't appeal to him, his reluctanctance fueled by the memory of his own sister succumbing to a lethal dose of heroin.

The irony of it all was that the luckless Latino currently found himself serving ten years for trafficking the same heavy "shit" that he despised. He'd been set up. Bails of white powder, more than a small-time hood like himself could ever handle, were discovered in the trunk of his car. Despite his protestations his record spoke for itself. The disinterested public defender half-heartedly pled his innocence but in the end Javier was sentenced to do some hard time. The prison wasn't far from where he'd resided with Sharyn, their baby and loco Raphael, which made their infrequent visits even more scarring. Just to see someone, anyone, from the outside would have made things less tedious. But it had been months since he'd had a visitor. Until today.

At the sound of the lock tumbling in the door Javier started, expectantly jolting upright in the seat. Then, so as not to appear too anxious to greet his first visitor in many months, regrouped his composure and slunk back in his usual lazy, casual manner with long lean legs wide spread before him. It seemed an interminable time before the door finally swung open. Javier chewed his lower lip, eyes fixed on the threshold, the suspense almost unbearable. When he saw the other man being ushered into the room by the two corrections officers he gave an inaudible gasp and his spine nearly went erect again from sheer surprise. The two pretty boy guards muttered something to the visitor, but Javier wasn't sure what they'd said, so intense was his shock at seeing the last person he would ever have expected standing before him. They both slapped the guest on the arm in a friendly gesture and then turned to leave the two alone in the small room.

Once the door snapped shut a sly smile crawled across Javier's angular face. He cocked his head to one side as his eyes slowly traveled up and down the other. While he was forced to cool his heels in prison this short and stocky sonofabitch had obviously flourished. Although Jav was attractive in his own way he'd always felt a twinge of jealousy when it came to Joey Giagianno. The young man was ethnically handsome with wholesome features and big innocent brown eyes, while Javier's features were sharp and angular. Joey's hair was thick and dark, parted high on one side and styled shorter than the last time Jav saw him. Even before he'd begun serving time Jav kept his own pate shaved clean. The finely precisioned lines of facial hair which used to frame Jav's strong jaw line were replaced by mustache and goatee kept closely cropped above and below his sensual mouth and thick, jutting lower lip. No matter the time of day Joey always displayed a sexy charcoal shadow over his work-tanned face.

Wearing a pair of loose-fitting worn jeans and a t-shirt, Joey's arms displayed some impressive musculature. Jav could tell that the young man had bulked up over the past year, probably the results of his construction job. His forearms were lumberjack thick and cabled with veins while bulging biceps threatened to break free from the short sleeves of his shirt. The material stretched across his chest failed to hide the swell of pumped up pectorals and their prominent erect nubs. Javier's own body was even more lean and cut since his incarceration. Throwing around weights in the court yard had kept his body in shape and even added some definition. His sloped pecs and flat, tight abdomen complimented his impressive bicep muscles, albeit not anywhere near as huge as Joey's. While Joey was conservatively free of ink Javier was a walking tattoo parlor. Art, some elaborate and some cheap, had adorned his body since his teens. But prison life had added more to the canvas. One opposing arm and leg were completely covered with tribal art while a multitude of other inspirations appeared at the base and one side of his neck and across his chest and back. In a semi-circle, his name was etched over his abs above the indented navel in stylish Gothic print. The only part of him that didn't contain a tat was his ass. But he still had nine more years to find something appropriate.

"Lookin' fine, Joey," he finally said in his smug tone. "Lookin' real fine." For full effect his eyes swept over the other man again.

Joey felt as though he were being stripped naked by the convict. His earlier confidence suddenly began to waver. Maybe he should have listened to Sarah, who warned him to stay away from the thug. It sure would have been easy to just forget about everything, about the threats and blackmail. But deep down Joey knew he could never let it rest---not until he'd had this one last time. Regaining his composure he stood tall, huge shoulders squared, and nodded at the hoodlum.

"You too, Jav." He was pleased that his voice sounded strong, commanding. "You're lookin' good, too."

Javier's smile widened. "Just couldn't keep away from your Man, could ya, Joey?" He reached down with one hand, the letters F, U, C and K etched above the knuckle of each finger, and lewdly groped his basket in front of the other man. "And I been thinkin' 'bout you too, Joey. Ev'ry night I been thinkin' 'bout you an' that tight azz o' yo's."

Joey felt himself stiffen again. A flood of memories came rushing back. Those sexless nights with a selfish, conniving wife which led him to the wrong side of a glory hole in Bud's Hut. The depraved cock sucking of an endless stream of anonymous donors who fed their junk through the crude opening. One in particular. An admirable one, all brown and cinnamon-hued. Growing before his widened eyes. Seven, eight, nine, then ten inches of pulsing uncut man meat. Taking it in his mouth. Down his throat. Up his ass. Possessing it. Letting it possess him, piss on him, cum on him. Thinking about it all day and counting the hours until the next night when he might engage in more raunchy man sex to relieve his sexual aggression and forget, at least for a little while, about troubles at home.

It came as a brutal shock to Joey to discover that his new-favorite anonymous fuck buddy was none other than his sister's no good boyfriend, the despicable Javier. The thug caused him a bit of trouble after that, threatening to expose Joey's darker side to his wife and family. Joey wasn't exactly sure what the creep had in mind, although he suspected it was something distasteful. Thankfully it all ceased when the sleazebag was arrested, convicted and incarcerated. Joey tried his best to put Javier and the whole mess out of his mind but now, standing there on suddenly shaky legs, it all came rushing back.

"Look like you been thinkin' 'bout it, too," Javier allowed, his eyes on Joey's crotch. Joey's gaze dropped. The solid form of his erection was obvious even beneath his loose-fitting jeans. "Once you get a taste of this," he went on, again groping his basket for effect, "t'ain't nuthin' else gonna make you get off. A'int that right, Joey?"

Joey had come to this place with purpose. He knew he mustn't allow Javier to sway him from his mission. For weeks there had been a plan. A carefully rehearsed plan. They had figured every angle, every scenario. Brawn before brains had always aptly described the former athlete. But, with the support of close friends and his older brother's advice, Joey had done an awful lot of wiseing up over the past few months. Thusly his loss of focus and determination had scarcely entered the revenge committee's thoughts.

Joey tightened and untightened his fists at his sides, attempting to fight the libido rising from his loins and possessing him. He silently cursed the beast within that got him so horned up at the slightest provocation. Javier easily detected the shift in Joey's demeanor and, with a self-satisfied grin on his face, unsnapped his pants and slipped one hand into his briefs to more lewdly fondle himself under the table. Joey chewed on his lower lip and his eyes flared. It was getting a little warm, probably because the visitation room was kind of small, he reasoned. He certainly didn't want Javier to see him sweat; the thug might get the wrong idea. His hands moved, reaching for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, carelessly dropping it on the floor to pool around his feet. His heavily cabled, work-calloused hand absently ran over the swell of one prominent pectoral and his meaty thumb and index finger latched onto the dark, half-dollar sized nipple. Rolling the hardened gumdrop caused his hardy erection to pound against the front of his jeans and set every nerve ending in his already-hot stud body on fire.

Joey was curiously conscious of the fact that, even with the shirt off, he'd broken out in a sheen of glistening sweat. Javier seemed to have succumbed to the overbearing heat himself, for the sly Puerto Rican had pulled his thin tank up and hooked it behind his neck. Long, thin fingers danced across his tattooed torso and tugged at his own juicy man-teats, all the while squeezing the mound growing under his shorts. Joey swiped the back of a hand across his sweaty forehead and swallowed hard. Things were feeling uncomfortably swampy in his jeans and he was getting that damned persistent itch in his crack once again. Deciding the best way to relieve it was to let it have some air he clumsily fumbled with his zipper and slid the denim down his hairy thighs. He was almost embarrassed to see that his big dick was jutting out the material of his briefs, the ultra-thick head halfway poking over the elastic band. Almost reflexively his heavily-fingered blue collar hand slipped into the rear of his briefs and scratched the itch annoying his hole.

Javier's self-satisfied grin widened like a Cheshire cat. The little muscle stud shakily standing there on his thick and furry soccer-player sized legs was just itching for a fucking. He wasn't sure how much time he'd have, not with the screws posted right outside the door, but Javier intended to take out some pent-up frustrations on the boy's bubble ass. The way he wanted to plow Joey he'd have to hold a hand over the buck's mouth to stifle the anguished shouts to prevent any interruptions before he delivered a load of convict cum deep up inside the handsome stud.

As if paralyzed, Joey stood there watching with ever-widening eyes as Javier slipped pants and underwear down his legs and rested back in the chair, casually stroking his huge dark 'Rican meat. Just the tip and few inches peeked over the table top but Joey knew it was a powerful man stalk, a mouth-watering ten inches of dick so thick and hefty it literally swayed as it rose mightily from Javier's dark tangled pubes. Thick veins wound haphazardly around the thing like many roots, throbbing and coursing with blue blood. Joey's bung whimpered again, remembering how those heavy cords felt against his ass lips. His awestruck eyes took in the brown skin peeling back to expose the blunt, winking cock head every time Javier's fist made a downward stroke. He unconsciously smacked his lips when he noted the dewy droplet pulsing out from the convict's dark piss eye and suddenly felt very parched.

Joey knew he shouldn't but, like a junkie presented with a line of blow, the urge became overbearing. The revulsion he should have felt for the thug who'd caused him and the rest of the Giagianno family so much trouble wasn't nearly as strong as his depraved desire to gorge himself on the cocky convict's sex tool. He'd been so solid for so long now, not jumping on everything that gave him even half a nod, and honestly hadn't thought he'd lose his cool around the likes of Javier. If he'd believed his accursed lust would overtake him in the presence of the thug he would never have even considered entering the gloomy prison. But once again Joey's hairy jock hole was annoyingly balmy and his ass lips were twitching so frantically it was all he could do to keep from thrusting a few fingers up there to relieve the itch. With a tiny, helpless whimper he dove to his knees and crawled beneath the table between the spread of Javier's tattooed legs.

The muscle bound jock froze for a moment, dumbfounded by the jaw-dropping sight right in front of him. His mouth fell agape, spittle drooled from his thick lower lip, and his hazel eyes widened in wonder. It was just as he remembered it from all those anonymous nights at the titty bar glory hole. A thrusting hugeness of ten massive inches arcing out from a dense bush of dark, wiry crotch hair, stretched to its limit and pulsing with every rapid beat of the thug's heart. The throbbing brown-cinnamon shaft was threaded with heavy blue veins from its thick base to the heavy skin playing a game of peek-a-boo over the darkly-hued knob. Joey's tongue lolled out to lick his lips as he eyed the weighty nut bag, heavy with seed, lying lazily in the juncture of the sleazy Puerto Rican's thighs. He did a sharp intake of breath when Javier brought a back of a fist to his unit, pressing it forward in the short space between them. With his chained hand he retracted the foreskin, slipping it below the broad rim of the dangerous-looking dickhead. Joey's nostrils flared, appreciative of the heady scent of sex emanating from the other man's loins. Placing big hands on the thug's kneecaps he pushed forward and reintroduced himself to the glistening beauty.

Outside the door the two correction officers kept guard. Neither anticipated any interruption; they'd both seen to it that the area would be clear of any type of traffic. There would be enough time for the Giagianno stud to do what he needed to do before either of them would be missed. The darker haired one, curious to see how things were progressing, pressed his face to the small observation window and let out a low whistle.

Shaking his head he chuckled, "Just couldn't resist it. We should've known."

"Let me see," the blond one responded, pushing his partner to the side. A smile broke across his face when he saw the hunky construction worker under the table, big rounded ass thrust out toward them on his knees between the spread of the prisoner's legs. "Sonofabitch. That damned Joey! Can't keep his mouth off cunt or cock!"

The other officer took another quick look and smiled. "That's Joey, alright."

"What do you think we should do?" blondie asked, scratching his head. "He needs to get back on point."

"You'd have better luck pullin' a hawk off a carcass," the other remarked. "You want to go in there and tackle him? Go right on in. But I'll be watching him kick your ass from here."

The blond smirked. "Right. Guess we'll have to just let Joey run the show. Big dumb lug! Just couldn't keep to the program."

Both crossed arms over their expansive chests and pressed their backs to the door, shaking their heads with amusement at poor Joey's predicament.

Joey thrust his face between Javier's parted thighs and tongued his big hairy balls, heating up the succulent sac. "'Das' right, Joey," the Puerto Rican snickered as he watched the swarthy hunk and stroked his rod, "Suck on them fuckin' nuts." The lusty construction worker liberally painted Jav's scrotum with saliva, plastering dark ball hair against the satiny skin. The heady scent emanating from between Jav's legs was intoxicating, prompting Joey to slide his fidgeting tongue down under and tease the avenue leading into his ass crack. Javier sadistically enjoyed the idea of the golden Giagianno boy eating his ass and raised himself to give the stud easier access.

Although burying his tongue up tart, tangy manhole aroused Joey even more than licking sweet clit he was ravenously cock hungry and would not deny himself an instant longer. Annoyedly shoving Javier's hand out of the way he swiped his full tongue up the underbelly of the massive, curved cock, tracing the thick vein up to the covered tip. Using his teeth Joey peeled back the tasty cowl and exposed the dark pink helmet with its deep piss gash. He groaned once, then engulfed it in his mouth and savagely sucked while his sausage-thick fingers fondled the big, arced shaft.

"Oh, fuck!" Javier moaned breathily. His eyelids fluttered and his tongue lashed out to lick his lips, his mouth suddenly gone dry as the desert. He dug the fingers of his chained hand into Joey's thick, dark hair and ground his pelvis upward into the stud's handsome face. Joey feasted on the blunt snout buried between his slick, full lips, lapping at the dick honey already oozing from the slit. Opening his jaws wide he allowed the thick, meaty shaft to fuck in and out of his warm, over-eager mouth while he slurped on its succulent length. It was an admirable sex toy, despite the fact that it was attached to a good-for-nothing, and made Joey hot as a firecracker on the fourth of July. Kneeling there in front of the convict Joey slid his own briefs part way down his thick thighs, reached back to spread his bubble-sized buttocks apart and lewdly fingered his sticky, spasming asshole.

Slithery foreskin glided over Joey's wet lips as the bulky ramrod rabbit-fucked his maw while he enthusiastically sucked on the hot, throbbing shaft. Wicked desire coursed through his muscular body as waves of pre-cum marinated on his palate. He wanted that giant dick crammed all the way down his throat, suffocating him with its deeply-toned head. In the back of his mind he knew he'd come here with a mission but damned if he remembered what it was. It was as though the mere sight of that stunning uncut slab of meat had cast an uncontrollable spell over the dumb lug. Growling savagely Joey lunged, his head jerking from side to side like a dog fighting over a piece of raw meat as he swallowed inch upon inch of mouth-watering cock. His eyes fluttered blissfully when his lips locked around the heavy, pulsing base and he felt ten tasty inches throbbing deep in the tight confines of his all-consuming throat.

Javier's entire body went suddenly rigid, as though the wind had been completely knocked out of him. Throwing back his head he emitted a deep, anguished sigh. The entire length of his rock hard shaft throbbed in the wonderful heat of Joey's mouth and tight throat. The sound of the handsome construction stud snorting heavily through flared nostrils to avoid suffocation by cock fueled Javier's enflamed arousal. The hungry stud showed no sign of coming up for air anytime soon. It seemed as though he was making up for lost time, gorging himself on Jav's tasty meat. His throat massaged ultra-sensitive tip while his tongue slithered around the veined contours of the shaft and his lips fluttered around the hairy base. Taking hold of Javier's hefty ball bag he squeezed the nads tightly in a clenched fist and forcefully yanked on them as he began humming around the leaking tool. Those reverberations against his hearty cock flesh caused Javier's toes to curl; the hairs on his arms and legs stood upright. He squirmed in the chair and thrust his hips upward into Joey's face, grinding his Puerto Rican chorizo in the vacuum of the jock's gullet and savoring the best head he'd had in months.

Finally Joey came up off the wet prick but never let it completely leave his dribbling lips. Throwing his bull's neck into the job he chowed down on the heavily pulsating member like it was his last meal. His tongue swirled over the dark, bulbous knob, swiping off the salty man goo which continued to ooze from it. He dug the tip of his lapper into the deep slit and flicked it around in Jav's piss lips, greedily coaxing even more scrumptious dick juice to rise to the surface for his sampling. Tossing his head from side to side Joey packed his jaws with thick, uncut Latino meat. He could feel the fat veins on the delicious thing burning over his lips as he ravenously chomped on it. Javier's groans and whimpers prompted him to get even rougher with the big man stem. The convict jolted when he felt Joey's teeth come into play, running over the thick main vein on the underside and chewing on the heavy foreskin. It seemed the more aggressive Joey got, the more aroused Javier became. He slid his lips down the full rod, swallowing inch after inch deeper into his throat until his tongue was slathering around the hairy base. Holding his face hole wide open Joey allowed Javier the ultimate pleasure of throat-fucking him for a short while as he sluttishly hummed against it. His cheeks hollowed as all ten inches sluiced through his gullet and deep, muffled groans somehow managed to escape from around the weapon pounding into him again and again.

In a fleeting moment of clarity, somewhere between Javier's big greasy nuts pressed against his stubbled chin and the bloated dickhead dragging over his tongue, Joey remembered where he was and the real reason he had come here. He wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed since he'd entered the small room but he was reasonably certain he couldn't drag this visit out much longer without someone getting wise to what was going on. Extricating himself from the angry cock he looked up at Javier. The Puerto Rican convict's chiseled face had a glazed-over sex appearance.

"Stand up," Joey commanded. "I wanna eat your ass before we get to fucking."

Javier grinned devilishly, "Whatever you say, Joey-boy."

While Javier rose to his feet Joey scrambled out from under the table, lost his briefs, bundled up his discarded clothes and came around to squat behind the convict. Standing with his legs spread wide Javier bent over at the waist so that he rested with his forearms, one shackled to a ring, on the edge of the table with his ass thrust out at the stud behind him. Joey's hairy hole was pulsing with a savage need but, at least for the moment, there was other business to attend to. He placed a big, work calloused hand on each of Javier's smooth, taut butt cheeks and spread the trench apart. There at eye level, nestled in a surprisingly sparse pad of man hair, was the convict's tiny pucker. As Joey leaned in a bit closer, curiously eyeing the wrinkled gathering of flesh, his nostrils flared wide and he inhaled deeply. The funky smell of ripe man ass was heavily intoxicating. Joey knew he couldn't keep his mouth off it if he tried; eating another man's raunchy ass had become one of his favorite past times. Only the other night he'd dined on his boss Stosh and the man's three sons-in-law. While they all sat side by side on the big sofa with their legs raised Joey had gone from one to the other, sucking and tonguing their man holes until they'd jerked themselves to a thunderous climax.

With an almost bestial growl Joey dove into Javier's ass trench. He ran his nose up and down the dewy crack, breathing in the funky ripeness emanating from his arch-enemy. He brushed the sides of his face between the dimpled cheeks, then tipped his head to anoint his forehead with ass. Javier squirmed when the handsome stud's chin traversed his shit ditch, the day's growth of beard tingling his pucker. When his face was entirely coated with ass Joey brought his tongue into play. Using his stubby fingers to each side of the target Joey slovenly lapped at the pucker of flesh like a cat to a bowl of milk. Javier's hole quivered from the lusty attention it was being given, its tangy lips pulsing with every lap of Joey's full tongue. Joey teased the wrinkled folds of Javier's hole, twirling the tip of his muscle like a drill bit, slowly working more and more inside. Javier tossed back his head and moaned heavily at the intrusion, bucking his ass back against the onslaught. Joey's mouth latched onto Javier's lush ass lips like a suction cup as he worked more and more of his tongue into the dark, greasy hole.

"Fuck yeah, Joey," Javier gushed, chewing on his lower lip. "Shove that tongue o'yours up my fuckin' asshole."

Far as he could go Joey wriggled his tongue around in the other man, searching for the pleasure button he knew was buried somewhere up there. Javier contorted like bacon on a frying pan, his big cock dripping copious amounts of pre-cum onto the floor below him. Joey failed to relent, thrusting his fat tongue in and out of the burning asshole and excavating its inner walls. Joey had become an expert ass master, as any one of his numerous conquests could attest, and he used every technique he'd learned to turn Javier into putty in his hands. He fucked, he chewed, he sucked and ate ravenously until the convict's hole gaped open, shamelessly craving more.

Javier was so enraptured by the mind blowing rim job he was receiving that he didn't even realize Joey had made his long-anticipated move until it was far too late. With his tongue still rooting around up the convict's asshole, Joey spied the jeans he'd dragged over. Just barely within reach, he managed to drag them closer and dug into the back pocket for his purchase. Careful not to make any sound (as if Javier would even have noticed above all his moaning and groaning and Joey's sloppy sucking noises) he removed an item and held it firmly in his hand. Pulling his tongue from ass, Joey gave it one final swipe and rose to his feet behind the man. Sensually he ran his lips over the back of Javier's tattooed neck, while he ran one big hand over the convict's newly acquired bicep formation. Javier craned his neck to look over one shoulder with a smug smile on his angular face.

"Ready to get fucked now, Joey?" he asked with one cocked brow.

"Oh, I'm ready to fuck, Jav," Joey allowed. He brought his lips to the convicts and thrust his tongue into Javier's mouth. Javier accepted the lusty, manly kiss, curiously aroused by the taste of his own ass on Joey's mouth. As they ravaged each other's lips there was a tug on his free arm, then the sudden clink of metal. Javier tore his mouth from Joey's and instant fear enveloped him when he realized that both his hands were cuffed to the table. Enraged he rattled the hand cuffs and roared, "What the fuck you think you're doin', son?"

Joey hooked a cabled forearm around Javier's neck and growled into his ear, "Somebody's getting fucked here, Jav. But it ain't gonna be me!"

Javier's eyes widened and he railed against his captor. "Motherfucker! I'ma kill you for this! Guard," he shouted. "Guard!"

Joey tightened his grip on Javier. With their bodies pressed together his fat dick was riding up the small of Javier's back. "Nobody's comin', Jav. See, them guards out there are my buddies. We went through high school together, played on the same teams. They ain't gonna help you out. Fact is, they're out there to make sure nobody else comes in."

"Get your motherfuckin' hands offa me! GUARD!"

"Names are Scotty and Jacko," Joey whispered in his ear. "You can call them that, but they still ain't coming to help you. Fact is, they might even join in. See, we're all roommates now. Threw our money together and bought the house just behind my bro's." He whistled low. "Man, things sure have changed since your drug bust."

"It wasn't my shit!" Javier insisted. "I got set up. Prob'ly was you and your fuckin' family."

Joey clucked his tongue. Wrapping his free arm around the Puerto Rican he toyed with one of the convict's erect nipples while he ground his leaking dick into the small of his back. "Wished I'da thought of that, but it wasn't me. Nor nobody else that I know of. I wasn't all that smart back then, Jav. I'm smarter now. Smart enough to figure out how I wanted to get one over on you."

Fear made Javier's blood run cold. "Yo sista's the mutha of my baby. When she comes here an' I tell her what you done----"

Joey cut him off. "Bullshit! My sister ain't been here in months. Neither has your buddy, that Dominican, has he? See, Jav, the two of them hooked up a little while after you got sent away. He got a job out of state and they packed up and moved weeks ago.

"And oh yeah, by the way, don't expect to ever be seein' Sarah again." He leaned in conspiratorially. "We hooked up a couple weeks after you got busted. I've been fuckin' here once, twice a week ever since. Nice pussy on her."

Javier struggled, becoming angrier and angrier by the moment, which is exactly how Joey wanted him. "Motherfucker! Bangin' my pussy! You wifie gonna love to hear this shit, boy!"

Joey chuckled again. "No threat there either, Jav. Turns out my cunt of a wife was cock blockin' me all these years, givin' me blue balls, because she was more into pussy than dick. Divorced her ass and I'm a free man! So you can't threaten me with that anymore either, douchebag!"

"Your brother---"

"Knows everything," Joey revealed. "You got anything else?"

Javier's mind raced. "Sarah come right back to Jav when he tells her what you done out at the Hut."

"No secrets between Sarah and me," Joey told him. "She knew all along what was going on in the back room of the Hut. And she don't care that I might have a little buddy sex every now and then. It's not like we're goin' steady, gettin' married or nothin'. We're friends who fuck. That's it.

"By the way when you get out---if you get out---you're gonna have to find some other place to get your dick sucked. The Hut burned down a couple months ago. They're sayin' it was the holy rollers in town that torched it, but nobody can prove nothin'."

Javier could feel Joey's warm cock riding against him and, for one of the few times in his life, actually felt a gnawing fear creep through him. He bucked back against the stronger man in a feeble attempt to extricate Joey from his body. "Lemme go, motherfucker!"

"Not 'til I've ripped you a cunt," a determined Joey responded as he roughly kneaded one of Javier's tits.

"Javier don't get fucked!" he insisted. "'Das a virgin hole there!"

"Makes it all the better," Joey growled. Still holding the other man in a tight head lock he released the man-handled tit, sucked his thick middle finger wet then slid his hand between their bodies and into Javier's murky ass crack. Javier flailed against him, shouting all sorts of obscenities, but there was nowhere for him to go. Joey probed Javier's greasy hole with the tip of his finger and then crudely shoved the digit all the way into his ass. Javier squirmed like a fish on a hook while Joey thrust his finger in and out of the unyielding hole. Deliberately not giving the thug a chance to even get used to it Joey added a second finger, webbing them wide so as to open the burning fuck hole. Javier futilely resisted, clamping his ass muscles tight, but Joey plunged right through the pucker again and again. Javier's entire body bucked when Joey found his joy button and gave it full attention. The convict's cock shot to steely hardness again as Joey roughly massaged the bud, causing Javier to momentarily forget about resistance. His sphincter muscle loosened and his taut cheeks began to undulate against Joey's working hand.

"You like that, don't you, Jav?" Joey whispered hotly into his ear. "You like havin' your clit played with, huh? You gonna like it even more when my dick is up there poundin' it raw."

Despite his desperate predicament Javier had to admit, if only to himself, that whatever in hell Joey was messing with up there felt awful fuckin' good. Better, in fact, than pretty much anything he'd ever felt before! But he wasn't about to give in to Joey easily. He was the man; he was the one did all the fucking. Nobody fucked with him!

"I'm gonna scream rape!" the convict announced, although not so loudly this time, trying hard to keep the curious satisfaction out of his voice. "You gonna go down for rape, Joey, and end up in here right alongside Jav an' his boys!"

Joey took an ear lobe between his teeth and bit into it. "You can yell all you want. Ain't nobody comin' to help you. And nobody gonna believe you, neither. I got two officers out there who're gonna say otherwise. It was somebody on your cell block raped your ass, that's who it was."

"Joey, man, you don' have to do this!" Javier was pleading now, his beady eyes rolling up in his head from the awesome sensations brought to his prostate. "You can get outa here now and I won' never say nuthin' about you ever bein' here. I swear!"

"You swear shit!" Joey spat back. "What was it you were gonna do to me, Jav? Whore me off to all your dirt bag, drug-dealing friends? Huh?"

"It wasn't like that, Joe," Javier's tongue flicked out to lick his lips as he involuntarily grinded against Joey's hand. "I was just lookin' to give you more of what you wanted. Y'know, the way you did at the Hut. You woulda enjoyed it, Joey, gettin' all the dick you could handle."

"I got all the dick, and pussy, I can handle. And then some," Joey shot back. "Life is good. And about to get a whole lot better!"

With that he ripped his fingers from the clutching ass and hoisted his erection up to the tiny pink, quivering hole. Javier would have been doubly horrified if he'd been able to see Joey's formidable rod in its fully aroused state. Joey sported seven sculpted inches of breathtaking ethnic cock rising majestically from a thick, sturdy base. At midriff it swelled out to wrist-sized proportions and was capped by a humongous mushroom head which made up for over one-quarter of the entire length. The rim of the perfectly cut dome was like a shelf, casting sinful shadows over the surface of the powerful weapon. Fleshy lips of the wide slit slashed across the crown gaped open obscenely, oozing clear pre-cum from deep within. Heavy cabled veins pulsed almost frighteningly just beneath the satiny surface of the big, beautiful man cock.

"Here it comes, fucker!" Joey announced through gritted teeth.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Javier made one last anguished protest, but it was already too late. Joey threw all his strength into it and shoved his gigantic cock head against the resisting ass ring. With all the saliva Joey had purposely deposited there Javier's lips were forced to spread open and accept the painful intrusion. Joey plunged the entirety of his plum-sized cock knob into virgin man hole and felt the sphincter muscle snap tight around his shaft just under the thick rim. Javier howled in pain and tried to pull away, but the hand shackles kept him bound to the spot.

"Fuckin' tight ass, Jav," Joey breathed heavily, his eyes glazed over with lust. "But don't you worry. I'm gonna rip that motherfucker open if it's the last thing I do!"

"AAAAAAAHHHHH, YOU FUCK!" Javier bellowed as an intense shot through his anal cavity. "HURTS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER! YOU GONNA SPLIT ME WIDE!"

"Keep on fightin' it," Joey told him, an almost insane excitement evident in his voice. "The more you resist, the more it's gonna hurt. Give it up and be my bitch the way you wanted me to be yours and then it won't feel so bad."

"Fuckin' bastard, I ain't nobody's bitch!" Javier protested between clenched teeth.

"We'll see about that," Joey mumbled. Grasping Javier firmly by the waist he sunk more of his fat cock into virgin thug pussy until the swell of its midriff was pressed up against Javier's twitching ass lips. Joey paused to relish the incredible sensation of Javier's protesting hole snapping and squirming around his hefty meat. Javier was huffing and puffing, his tattooed knuckles turned to white by the death grip he held on the edge of the table. Beads of sweat had formed on his temples and were beginning to drip down his angular face.

"Here comes the hard part," Joey announced, delighted in taunting his would-be persecutor. "My cock gets real fuckin' fat right here. Everybody always has a bit of a hard time with it at first. But once they had it they can't wait to get it again. You should just see that way Sarah bounces around on it when she's got Joey's knot up her cunt. Bet she never moved for you the way she does for me."

Javier's eyes widened, uncertain of what exactly was in store for him. That fruit-sized knob in his hole was bad enough. The thought of accepting anything more was unfathomable. "NNNOOOO JOEY! PLEASE, BRO, PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TAKE NO MORE!"

Joey smiled, enjoying Javier's pleading. He was, by nature, a good guy and might, under other circumstances, have conceded. But Javier had been a bane to the Giagianno family's existence for far too long. He'd wanted to wipe that smug smile off the thug's face from their first meeting and now thought he'd found the way.

Joey rocked his hips to and fro, moved his pelvis in a circular motion and slowly, but methodically, drilled his thick cock into the twitching lips of Javier's untrained asshole. The throbbing ass-splitter grew larger and larger until the widest portion of its girth stretched Javier's virgin lips open. Javier howled from the immense pain, fearful that his ass might actually split. His anguished cries reached the ears of the guards outside, who slapped hands in victory when they saw their buddy taking charge of the cocky thug. Neither had the fear of repercussions for their part in Joey's revenge fuck. Warden Johnson was as corrupt as some of the inmates. When a new young prisoner arrived old Johnson was the first to break in his ass before the inmates got a go at it, coercing him with promises of leniency and future favors.

With his thick fingers digging into Javier's trim waist Joey popped his wrist-sized midriff through Javier's quivering hole and mightily thrust the remaining few inches into it. Javier bellowed hoarsely and his knees buckled, but Joey had a strong grip on him. The Puerto Rican's virgin cunt was squeezing tightly around Joey's manhood, the wrecked sphincter acting like a too-tight ring around its hairy root. Joey could feel the blood pumping through his cock, making its thick veins stand proudly out on the slick surface and beat against the hot, slithery walls of Javier's ass.

Javier was curiously quiet for the moment. For Joey, that just wouldn't do. He wanted the hood rat to yell and fight. Allowing Javier any amount of time to acclimate himself to his predicament was not in the plan. The more the thug resisted, the harder Joey intended to fuck until the dirty bastard was convinced he'd be killed by Giagianno cock. Pressing his hands against the small of Javier's tattooed back Joey ripped his cock completely out of the wet hole, grinning when he saw the convict's body convulse first when the thick midriff popped free and then the giant head. Javier's distended ass lips quickly gathered together before Joey's eyes but he didn't give them a chance to thoroughly reform. Holding himself around the base Joey tore back into the man cunt, brutally shoving it all the way up into Javier's guts. This time he didn't pause, instead immediately yanking the impossibly thick stalk so he could observe the almost-hairless cunt gaping invitingly open before he plunged it back in.

Javier was banging his fists on the table top, protesting through clenched teeth at the excruciating pain searing through his no-longer-virgin ass. Joey doggedly ripped into him again and again, each thrust seeming more brutal, more determined than the last. Tears of agony streamed down Javier's angular cheeks as he felt every millimeter of Joey's mighty prick sailing through his ass, its massive head punching him in the gut like a fist. It did him no good to try and tighten himself against the onslaught; the Giagianno fuck just forged right through anyway. Javier soon realized that if he bore down on it with his ass and didn't resist then the pain wasn't quite so severe. All his shouts and pleas were having no effect on Joey, anyway. He'd come here to fuck poor Javier to death for his wrongdoings to the fucking Giagianno family and obviously wasn't about to be dissuaded. Javier was beginning to rue the day he'd ever met the motherfuckers!

Joey fucked like he'd never fucked before in his life. Muscles flared on his naked body, glistening under the overhead lights with sweat from his powerful exertion. As much as reaming Javier was all about revenge, Joey couldn't deny how fucking awesome it felt when his prick was all the way inside that tight virgin asshole. Javier's insides were all hot and silky, his ass walls clutching at the battering invader. Under other circumstances Joey might have enjoyed taking his time breaking the man in, as he'd done with many other fuck buddies. But Javier was no buddy of his, even if he had a mighty nice cock. How he wished neither of them had ever learned the identity of the other behind that wall at the bar. If he hadn't known it was Javier, his sister's lazy, drug-dealing boyfriend and father of her welfare baby, Joey would gladly have kept on sucking him through that glory hole and feasting on his tasty load. Joey's eyes rolled dreamily when he remembered thrusting his hungry ass up to that hole and the way that hard, uncut cock fucked him liked none other. Just thinking about it was giving him that incessant itch up there again. It was almost enough to make him flip Javier up onto that table, plant himself on his big, beautiful prick and ride it into tomorrow!

Snapping back into reality Joey shook his head to clear such thoughts from his mind. Once again he'd almost done it, he'd almost allowed his ever-present sexual desires to control him. His brow furrowed as he focused his attention on the job at hand. Grasping Javier behind his left knee Joey angled the convict's leg up so that it was bent outward and resting atop the table while his other remained up on its toes on the floor beneath them. Joey was on his own beefy toes plowing his monster cock up into Jav's ravaged asshole. Each time the huge head plunged into the Puerto Rican's slimy guts his hole dilated wider. Javier's litany of obscenities and painful howls only served to increase Joey's determination to break the hood rat. Each thrust penetrated ball's deep into the tight cherry ass, rearranging Javier's intestines and brutalizing his prostate. Joey felt gloriously empowered with each taunting thrust as he continued to mercilessly rape the con's tight man hole with his ultra-wide ram rod.

Although he vehemently cursed the Giagianno stud and failed to display any sign of submitting, Javier realized that at some point the initial agony had dissipated and been replaced by hardcore lust. He was actually anticipating each gut-wrenching thrust of Joey's powerful hips. That sensation of fullness was absolutely mind blowing! Never in all his years of tough life had he even considered getting dicked; he fucked, he didn't get fucked. Now he found himself wanting Joey's strong cock every bit as much as the jock had wanted his a few months back. Oh, it still hurt. It hurt like a sonofabitch! But the pain was what Javier cherished the most. He purposely tightened himself against the deep-driving cock in order to harbor the fuck pain. A cold wave of exhilaration washed through his body each time Joey's thick club cruelly rammed through his purposeful attempts at resistance. Although fooling a dumb lug like Joey wasn't all that difficult, Javier was careful not to let on how much he had actually gotten into the hard, mean fuck. If the jock realized he'd actually forced Javier to submit his mission would be accomplished. Javier would have none of that; now that he was into it, he wanted to see this hot fuck through to the end.

Joey panted heavily, a determined look etched across his handsome, sweaty face. Every muscle in his frame flared to full definition as he charged into Javier's new cunt like a rampant bull. His dark man tits, thick as a pinky finger, stood out from the jutting swells of his prominent pectorals just begging for some attention. His strong chest heaved mightily with each fuck exertion. Joey ran a hand down the slope of Javier's sweat-drenched, tattooed back, noisily slapped a tight bare buttock and then reached around under the sleazy con to grasp his rigid cock. Javier's body jolted when Joey began fisting his cock in time with his fuck thrusts. Joey gave the piece the full-handed treatment, stroking him from tip to base, gliding the foreskin back and forth over the heavily-leaking head.

Never losing a beat, Joey's eyelids fluttered dreamily and he lasciviously licked his full, puffy lips. He could almost taste that raunchy cock in his mouth! It felt so awesome in his grip, it would be even better on his tongue. He'd sucked a lot of cock since first learning about buddy sex from his brother's older friend but fuckin' Javier's was the one he just couldn't forget. All he'd have to do was yank his own cock free and give Jav's hole a little recuperation time before he went back to it, slip down there between his legs, turn himself around and gorge himself on that uncut beauty. Because Javier was leaking like a faulty faucet he'd get to lap up a good deal of that tasty nectar which he'd come to crave. Then he'd swallow that motherfucker all the way down into his throat and siphon it off with the muscles there while inhaling the intoxicating male aroma emanating from the other stud's groin.

Joey whimpered, started to step back, and then caught himself. What in fuck was he thinking? Once again he'd almost given in to those all-consuming desires which took control of him and almost made him act against his own will. That might work with Stosh and the boys, or his nightly three-ways with Jacko and Scotty, but the business today wasn't supposed to be about his carnal pleasure. This was his big "get even". 'Get your mind off his cock, Joey,' he thought to himself. 'This is fuckin' Javier, the slimy motherfucker who took advantage of your sister, rubbed your family's nose in it, threatened to expose your sex life to your family and planned even worse things for you.' The more he thought about these things, the angrier Joey became and the more savage his thrusts. His thick, throbbing cock was like a battering ram slamming into Javier and shoving itself up into his guts. Javier's eyes rolled in their sockets, thrilled by this new wave of pain and pleasure. He moaned in agony and shouted, "Mothafucka! You killin 'me! STOP!" although inwardly he was screaming, "Harder, Stud! Fuck my cherry ass even harder! Tear the bitch up!"

Just then Javier was consumed by an all-new sensation that began somewhere in his hole and generated outward to every nerve ending in his body. An incredible heat washed over him and he felt his entire frame tense. Like a monstrous wave rising to its peak before curling and crashing it completely overwhelmed him. He knew it signaled oncoming orgasm, but it was the most intense he'd ever had in his life. Frightened by the force he bucked against Joey, trying to extricate his prick from the jerking hand, almost fearful that release at this point would send him into cardiac arrest. But Joey kept fisting his rod, which had noticeably stiffened in his grip. Javier's eyes, mouth and nostrils flared widely and the veins at his temples throbbed menacingly as he bellowed from deep in his chest. With Joey's knob bruising his butt button Javier went rigid. White dots flashed before his bulging eyes as thick, hot man cream burst from his dick in wave after ceaseless wave. He helplessly shouted out in anguish and ecstasy as Joey's calloused hand played over every ultra-sensitive nerve ending on his meat, frenetically milking every last squirt of hot cum from his tightened sac. Javier's tight, tattooed body shuddered in the throes of the most mind-blowing climax he'd ever experienced. His balls ached as they emptied convict cum again and again, the hot jism splattering over the table top and creating a creamy pool. He'd never cum so much before, not ever! It felt as though his release was actually going on for minutes, and Javier was relishing each and every second of it.

Joey felt the tight sheath of Javier's new pussy frantically convulsing around his fat cock as he rode the thug through his crashing orgasm. Releasing that tough, spent dick Joey dug his fingers into Javier's waist and held tight as he barreled onward toward his own imminent release. His muscular body heaved, marbled ass cheeks flexing maddeningly, as he fucked Javier with wild abandon. Joey's strong chest pounded and the blood rushed in his ears from his reckless exertion. Big veins stood out in his neck like thick cords and his hazel eyes became dazed with sex lust. And then, with a startled cry, he came. Every muscle went taut when he buried his mushroom far up inside Javier and blasted load after load of Giagianno jizz into the convict's fucked-out guts. His big body trembled with each spasm. Hot cum filled Javier's bruised man-cunt. The plug created by Joey's convulsing dick was the only thing which kept the tidal wide of semen from overflowing. Joey bred the sleazebag just as he'd intended, squirting voluminous amounts of his essence up into Javier's bowels. He was satisfied that it had been a good, noble and highly satisfying fuck. Now he owned Javier Santiago!

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Joey brought the hand he'd used to jack the convict up to his face and licked the spent cum from his thick fingers. His eyes rolled dreamily as he tasted his favorite nectar. He gave Javier a few more pumps, relishing the sensation of his huge cock head swimming in his own ocean of sperm, before slowly and---for Javier---excruciatingly, pulling it out. The big head popped free and Joey snickered at the sight of the thug's ass mouth gaping open, the cunt oozing a river of man cum. Hesitating for an indecisive moment he dropped down on his haunches, slapped Javier hard on the ass cakes and dove face first into his trench to tongue up the free-flowing cream.

When he'd had his fill Joey rose, wiped his face with the back of a hand, and gathered up his clothing. Standing at the head of the table before the splayed-out convict he slipped his slowly deflating, but still formidable, unit into his briefs and hoisted up his jeans while Javier wordlessly worshipped his every move. It was almost painful to watch the handsome stud don his pull-over shirt and cover that massive chest with those delectable tits. Joey sat there right in front of Javier, their eyes boring into one another, as he slipped his chunky foot into one sneaker, then the other. Fully dressed, he stood and headed toward the door, then turned back to face the fucked-out con.

"Don't ever mess with the Giagiannos," he said in his deep, masculine voice, then rapped on the door, signaling the guards outside that he was finished.

"Hey, Joey," came the voice of the con. Joey turned again to look at Javier, who had come up on his elbows on the table. Was he imagining things or did Joey actually read humility in the thug's attitude. "How 'bout you come back, say, maybe nex' week?"

Taken aback for a moment Joey stared at the tattooed toy with his trademark goofy, but highly adorable, look. His big cock sprung back to life under his clothing just at the thought of taking that ass he'd just abandoned. The idea of wrapping his mouth around the Puerto Rican's uncut beauty caused him to involuntarily lick his lips, an action not lost on Javier. The thug's leaking asshole twitched at the prospect of a repeat engagement. He'd been fucked hard, and he'd liked it!

The tense moment was broken when the door opened and one of the guards, either Jackson or Scotty, tapped Joey on the shoulder. With one last, longing look over his shoulder at his one-time nemesis---and new fuck buddy---Joey shuffled out of the room.

Droplets of sweat dotted his broad, virtually unlined forehead. Sparkling even teeth ground together, face set in a grimace as he forced himself past the limit of endurance. The strain caused his usually handsome face to contort and create deep crinkles around the corners of his squinting eyes, the only blemish revealing his advanced middle age. Muscles in his thick arms flexed and rippled as he forced the barbell with over three hundred pounds of weight high above his straining bared chest. He paused there, arms quivering, man tits angrily engorged on his hugely curved slabs of smooth pectoral muscle. Another pair of strong, cabled hands griped the bar alongside his own, held it steady, and assisted him in returning it to its post.

"Fuck, yeah," Jon Kingston bellowed, shooting up into a sitting position on the bench, pleased by his successful effort. He moved his arms and shoulders in a circular motion, backwards then forwards, to stretch out the kinks before dropping back down again. "One more!"

"Better not push it, Dad," came the highly masculine voice of his spotter. "That's a lot of weight."

With anyone else Jon would have insisted, but when his straight buddy Ray gave workout advice he generally listened. Although not as massively built as gym toned Jon, Ray had a magnificent physique. They trained together several nights a week in the basement of Jon's Victorian home on Mansgrove Lane, directly across the street from the Giagiannos, which they'd recently converted into a makeshift gym. Although Jon maintained his membership in a cruisey club in town he preferred private sessions, stripped down to gym shorts and jocks, with his younger buddy.

Their positions had been reversed years ago when Jon walked into Ray's backyard shed where the then-twenty-six-year old stud was pumping iron clad only in a highly revealing athletic supporter. Failing to make his presence known, Jon had stood there thunderstruck and openly appraised the smoldering masculinity splayed out before him. It was the culmination of ten years of ogling the handsome hunk, beginning when he had first spied the sixteen-year-old corralling shopping carriages down at the local market. Even then young Ray was an eye full with a body that hardly belonged on a teenager. Fate had crossed their paths many times over the years, allowing Jon to know the young man as more than just eye candy. He was a good-hearted, hard-working, easy-going and loyal kind of guy who Jon quickly endeared himself to. Despite the fifteen year difference in their ages they became best of friends. Not one to allow grass to grow under his feet for too long, Jon found himself curiously committed to this completely non-sexual relationship. Until that afternoon in the shed.

Caught red-handed with lust obvious in his eyes Jon admitted his bisexuality to the taunting stud. As it turned out, despite the bevy of bodacious bimbos the older man trophied, Ray had long ago figured there was much more to Jon's interest in him. With the family away--and eternally horny---the hunk gave him the old "a mouth's a mouth" line. Jon released ten years of pent-up desire that afternoon, worshipping every exposed inch of hot male flesh. His mouth went everywhere: cleaning out hairy armpits, chewing on eraser-sized man-nips, lapping at hairy man hole and sucking nine inches of the most perfectly proportioned cock he'd ever seen. He brought Ray to the most thunderous climax of his young life, drowning himself in voluminous waves of delicious straight-man's cum.

Over the years they'd mated frequently, sometimes in the most dangerous of places. Ray seemed to have a keen thrill for the sense of discovery, which added to the excitement of their heated male sex. He was a virtual bull, always ready to fuck. And Jon was a willing recipient. Despite his many other conquests, including Ray's own brother, Jon could never be without Ray for long. He actually loved the big lug, a realization that often surprised him. He'd always been a devil-may-care, fuck-em-and-leave-em, type of scoundrel. But there was something special about this man, his straight buddy Ray. And, although they never spoke of it, he suspected the same was true for Ray.

Some extensive female surgery a few years back altered Cathy Giagianno in many ways. Most devastating to Ray was her lack of interest in sexual intimacy. Ray found release with Jon and a few select fuck buddies of his own he'd made along the way. What neither of them knew was that the missus had long ago figured out the special friendship between her husband and Jon. Of all people she was the one who knew when her husband left their home sexually frustrated and returned from a visit to their friend across the street with that satisfied look about him. She didn't know exactly what they did and didn't really care to know. Ray had long ago promised her he would never lay down with another woman, although she could hardly blame him now. He was an untamed, sexual beast and she was unable to meet his needs any longer. And, even now, he had kept that promise. She still loved her husband very much and the thought of him bedding---and possibly falling in love with---another woman would have devastated her. Getting what he needed from their long-time friend actually gave her a strange sense of security. She had no jealousy, no anger. Just a calming sense of relief.

"What the fuck, are you fallin' asleep down there?" Ray's voice brought Jon out of his momentary reverie. He focused on the handsome stud above him, chiseled chin perched on strong forearms crossed over the bar bell. 'Damn, he's still so fuckin' good looking after all these years,' Jon thought. 'Can make my dick stand up in an instant.' And, as if in response, his hog stirred in his work out shorts.

"One more, I said!" Jon growled between tightly clenched teeth, gripping the bar in his gloved palms and regaining his concentration.

"Fuckin' show off," Ray muttered good naturedly and rose to guide the heavy bar. "1-2-3," he counted down. The bar slipped out of its hold. Jon's muscles flexed as he slowly lowered the heavy weight to just above his bulging pectorals and paused for a moment. Just when Ray was almost certain the older man wouldn't be able to perform the final rep he let out a roar and extended his knotted, shaking arms, successfully lifting the bar to full extension. Ray expertly helped him slip it back into its hold, releasing the burden of the weight. Jon's incredibly broad chest rose and fell from his exertion as he lay there reveling in his successful effort. His eyes ran up the thick, hairy legs of the stud practically straddling his head and the hefty bulge at the front of those gym shorts.

"My turn, Dad!" Ray announced, breaking Jon's moment. "Get your muscle ass up and spot me. But I'm droppin' fifty pounds from this bitch!"

"Pussy!" Jon chided him as he sat up, swung his heavy legs over to one side of the bench and rose to trade places with his work out buddy. Ray dropped his bare back down onto the bench and scooted himself into position. Jon came up behind him to spot, his much shorter, thigh-high gym shorts barely containing his semi-hard as it hovered almost atop the prone super-stud. If Ray noticed, he made no acknowledgement. All his concentration was focused on the task at hand. Gripping the steel bar in an underhand fashion and sliding it out of the rack he held it poised over his chest for a moment to gain control and began his reps.

Jon, at the ready should the iron-pumping stud require assistance, drew in his breath and uttered a low moan as his eyes roamed over the powerful, manly body spread out before him on the bench press. After all these years, even after his other conquests, he was still awestruck by the physical perfection and smoldering machismo of the handsome ethnic stud. Whereas Jon's marbled body was carved solely in a gym, Ray's muscular definition was more genetic, enhanced by hard physical labor and a strong athletic prowess. As the barbell rose and fell Jon drank in those massive, hairy forearms which belonged on a major league ball player, the rock-solid mounds of bicep muscle swelling even larger from his exertions and the thick tufts of dark man hair lining his perfect armpits. A sheen of perspiration highlighted his strong, smooth and powerful chest, the large pectoral mounds tightening with each successive rep, their large brown man-nips standing enticingly on end. Jon's eyes wandered down his buddy's outrageously tapered torso, over the ripples of his defined abdominal structure and followed the trail of dark hair that began around his indented navel and traveled under the waist band of his shorts. Like a wolf zeroing in on its prey, Jon unconsciously licked his thick, dripping lips and gave another low, agonizing moan from deep in his masculine chest.

Struggling with one final rep Ray gave a shout for assistance, which brought Jon out of his ogling. Together they drew the barbell back to its resting position on the bench. Ray came up to a seated position, circling his shoulders and shook the kinks out of his big arms. Jon assisted with a relieving massage to his shoulders, really digging his thumbs into the sweaty flesh to provide relief from knotted muscles. It was really just an excuse to get his hands on the most macho man in the neighborhood. Soon Ray dropped back down on the bench, his big chest rising and falling more calmly now. His shorts had become dampened with perspiration and seemed to have molded more tightly to the bulge of his crotch. Jon longed to run a hand down his sweaty torso and slip it under the waist band of those shorts to fondle the treasure he knew was buried below.

"Horny bastard!" Ray spat out and reached up to playfully grab the protrusion tenting the front of Jon's skimpy gym shorts.

Jon grasped the barbell resting waist-high in front of him to steady himself. "Can I help it that you're still one sexy motherfucker?" he joked.

Ray released his hold, then slid one hand up under each side of Jon's shorts and fondled his bare member. Weak in the knees, Jon sighed mightily and moved his groin against Ray's touch. In their early days it had been Jon taking the initiative in their mating. But over the past few years Ray had become sexually adventurous. He'd given Jon head, even if it was only for a short time and rarely to completion, and become quite the expert at eating ass. Strangely enough, their revived friendship following the almost-disastrous Joey revelation seemed to have heightened their intimacy. Ray seemed to be more comfortable with shared embraces, sometimes surprising Jon with almost-too-long hugs in public places during their chance encounters at downtown locations. And each of his nightly visits to the former Davidson house, now the Kingston spread, was begun with a hungry kiss---sometimes before the door had even been shut.

And this surprising, but always welcome, greeting wasn't only confined to Jon's home. On many an occasion he'd been pleasantly surprised by Ray planting his lips on him right there in the Giagianno home. Just the other afternoon Jon had gone across the street to return a borrowed tool and found Ray cooking over the barbeque in the back yard. In full view of anyone peering out the back windows Ray had taken him by the back of the neck, pressed his lips against Jon's and slid his tongue into his mouth for a short make-out session. Young RJ would have been in his jack-off glory if he'd seen them.

Ray gave his big cock a few underhanded strokes and squeezed his balls almost a little too tightly. "Always fuckin' ready, aren't you, you fucker?"

"Like you're not?" Jon shot back good-naturedly, thoroughly enjoying Ray's sweaty hands toying with his goods. Ray's hands stretched around under the thin material and cupped Jon's hard buttocks. "Why don't you get down here and find out? Maybe then I'll fuck that muscle ass of yours."

Not one to turn down an invitation to sample his straight buddy's wares Jon slid out of his shorts and came around the bench with his meat leading the way. Hoisting one big leg over the prone stud he stood there straddling Ray's breathtaking body. Ray cupped his hands behind his head and gave the towering giant a cocky 'come and get it' look. Smiling crookedly, Jon bent at the waist and buried his face in the younger stud's exposed armpit. The aromatic, masculine scent emanating from the hairy pit was instant aphrodisiac to the older man. He licked, chewed and sucked the heady male sweat from Ray's dense thatch of underarm hair from one side and then the other. Ray squirmed on the flat bench and arched his back but Jon placed one big hand on his chest to hold him down. His lips latched onto Ray's chin, sucking on him and licking the early evening stubble which seemed to be ever-present on his darkly handsome face. He covered Ray's mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue into the stud's welcoming kisser. They kissed hungrily for several moments, sharing their deep, unspoken passion for one another.

Jon had to tear himself away from the highly arousing lips of the handsome husband so that he could dine on more of the beefy buffet. His tongue trailed down the deep cleft dividing Ray's solid chest and over the perfect slopes of his pronounced pectorals. He rolled one fully erect nipple between his fingers while he nursed on the other. Ray moaned appreciatively while Jon nibbled and suckled on his stubby purplish teat, sending ceaseless currents of sexual longing to his already aroused genitals. Jon knew what turned his buddy on and tit play was high on the list so he kept working those tits with his fingers as he traveled lower, sliding his tongue over each ridge of his well-defined abdominals. He swirled it into the deeply indented navel and followed the dark treasure trail into the classic V of Ray's oblique musculature and the waist of his low-slung shorts. He smiled when he saw the big beast beating against the confining material and repositioned himself at the foot of the bench.

"Go for it, Dad," the younger stud gushed breathlessly. Jon obliged by grabbing the shorts and peeling them down. Ray lifted his thick, hairy legs to assist him in removing the obstructive clothing. He lowered his strong legs back to the floor, spread to either side of the bench, while Jon tossed the shorts over his shoulder and shook his head glaring at the sight before him. Just like that first time all those years ago Ray was packed into his trusty jock. From the looks of it it could have been the exact same one, the one that had also gotten all the trouble started with his brother, Joey. The fibers were torn and tattered, barely containing the savage beast that strained mightily against it, threatening to break free at any moment.

Jon ran the palm of one hand up and down the erection expectantly throbbing under the thin material while he stroked his exposed cock with the other. His fingers dipped down past the straps at the base and tickled that sensitive area just under his nuts, making Ray sizzle with lust. Along with tit play, Ray was putty in a man's hands when it came to some tender ass loving. His bold, hazel eyes flashed when Jon's blunt finger tips brushed against the forbidden area, already anticipating the tongue lashing he knew his manhole would soon receive. His man-sized cock pulsed even harder, its magnificent helmet bursting free from under the waist band of the worn jock strap. Jon playfully ran a finger over the sensitive head, causing Ray to squirm even more on the sweat-soaked weight bench. Running a finger directly across the deep piss slit, he scooped up a trail of clear pre-cum and tauntingly brought it to his lips.

"You fucker," Ray hissed between gritted teeth as his naked body ground about on the bench, "stop the teasing and get down here and suck my dick!" Making a show of licking Ray's essence from his finger Jon smiled devilishly knowing, like always, the dreamy stud was putty in his hands. With his paws on Ray's quarterback-sized thighs he bent down and swirled his tongue around the rim of the exposed cock head, resulting in an audible hiss of appreciation from the hot stud. He lapped over the surface of the slick knob rewarded, as always, by a healthy flow of anticipatory dick juice. Ray's unit still produced as much tasty pre-fuck fluids as his teenaged son---and bawdy Kingston thoroughly enjoyed the heady flavors of both generations.

Kingston's paw was wrapped tightly around Ray's incredible dick, the thick shaft throbbing in his palm under the threadbare pouch. Lustfully massaging it as he licked and sucked at the huge Giagianno-sized cap, Jon's eyes freely roamed over the other man's tapered torso, his wide powerful chest, strong muscular arms and broad shoulders. His free hand groped at a thick, hard thigh and reached under to latch onto a well-formed hamstring. Ray had the beefy legs of a real football player. Scissored in between them would render a man entirely helpless---but what a glorious trap it would be!

Pulling a leg strap aside Jon freed one big, succulent ball and lathed the hairy sac with his greedy tongue. His tongue whipped around the orb, sucking the cum-laden nugget into his mouth and gently chewed on it. Ray groaned as Jon worked his big nut over with his hot, tantalizing lips. Dickjuice was bubbling out of his wide-open piss slit and pooling in the ridges of his abdomen. When the older man felt he had one side well-primed he extricated the other and gave it the same slavish treatment. Soft hairs tickled his nose as he washed his tongue over this side of his buddy's scumbag. Ray was grinding his tight, compact ass against the cushion and chewing on his lower lip, his sexual arousal pumped up to a new high.

"Get over here, you teasing fuck," he ordered. "Let me show you how it's done." Jon looked up, questioningly, one man-nut still trapped in his mouth. Ray gave a toss of his dark-haired head and Jon got to his feet, moving on suddenly shaky legs to resume his initial position behind the prone stud.

"Feed me that fuckin' cock," Ray growled and, speechless, Jon squatted lower until his raging hard-on was within reach of the handsome husband. Ray looked up, almost cross-eyed, at the man meat hovering above his face. Jon's dangling ball sac brushed against Ray's forehead, causing a shiver to course through the older man's body. It wasn't often Ray was up for a little reciprocation so his offer was something of a welcome surprise.

Ray took hold of him in both hands and, with an underhanded grip, gave the straining hard-on a few timorous strokes. Holding his breath, Jon got the impression that the stud was almost dumbfounded, as if he were experiencing the feel of another man's hardness for the very first time. Wordlessly Ray craned back his head, his dark sexy lashes fluttering dreamily shut, and he guided the cock head to his lips. For Jon it was as if the action had suddenly gone to reduced motion. The tip of his manhood moved slowly, achingly, toward the gradually parting, sexy lips of the incredibly handsome stud. Ray's mouth opened wider and wider until it was a gaping hole in his flawless face. Then his tongue was snaking out, catching Jon's prick at the sensitive frenum. Instantly weak at the knees, Jon grasped the barbell in front of him for balance. Ray's tongue flicked up and down the heavy cord on the underside before slipping the hot flesh between his full, masculine lips.

Jon's massive thighs quivered as Ray drew him in deeper until more than half his manhood was buried in the wondrous warmth of his mouth. And then he began to really suck on the older man's dick. It was apparent that Ray had been paying attention all those times Jon had brought him to the edge of glory and back again. Hot suction forced gnarled veins to rise to the surface of the muscle cock and ride along the titillating surface of Ray's slithering tongue. His shadowed cheeks hollowed as he sucked, reaching up to wrap his hand around the rest of Jon's rod and fiercely stroke it. His other paw latched on to Jon's low hanging, musky scum bug which he squeezed, tugged and twisted in his sweaty grip while he chowed down on his buddy's appreciative meat.

Ray's tongue felt great slobbering all along Jon's fuck stalk. He was really throwing his he-man jaws into it, getting tough on the dick and devouring it like a starved man. He failed to even hesitate when the taste of Jon's excited pre-cum leaked onto his tongue. Without losing a beat he lapped it up, swiped his tongue across the piss slit and chomped back down on the thick hunk of man meat.

Reveling in the stud's aggressive blow job Jon began to move his hips to and fro, pumping his big rod in and out of Ray's tough mouth. Ray displayed no opposition to making his mouth a fuckhole for the muscle stud's pleasure. As he reached to grasp at Jon's marbled glutes his muscular body slid back further and his head fell back over the edge of the bench. Taking full advantage of this new angle Jon plunged his cock deep into Ray's wet gaping mouth, his big steely knob pounding against the back of his pharynx. He pulled up but Ray's mouth was using heavy suction to draw him back in time and again.

It wasn't often Jon got such lip service from his once-upon-a-time-straight buddy but it was a complete shock when, on the down stroke, Ray latched his strong arms around Jon's bubbled backside and gulped his big dick clear down his throat! Jon froze while Ray snorted and choked around the shaft throbbing in his pipe. Struggling as he was, the married husband's arms only seemed to hold Jon tighter in their vise-like grip. He was a man up for the challenge. His lips twisted around Jon's gnarly dick stem and his convulsing throat milked the buried crank while tendons rose to angry prominence in his neck and at his rapidly purpling temples. Jon could feel his sensitive cock head deep down in Ray's esophagus and thought certain he'd shoot his load in mere seconds.

But Ray's arms were releasing him and shoving him back, extricating himself from the stud piece lodged in his gullet. His nostrils flared as he gulped in oxygen and wiped the back of a hand across his drooling lips and tearing eyes. Partially rising, he spun himself around on the bench so that he was facing Jon, his strong hairy legs slipping between the frame to rest at either side of the other man. Jon had never seen him look so sexually charged; it was like a massive surge of testosterone had pumped through the stud.

"Suck my dick!" he growled hoarsely. Jon's eyes focused on the mouth-watering vision of Ray's angry cock struggling against the worn threads of the jock. He reached down to remove it but Ray stopped him. "No, leave it on!" So strong was Ray's erection that the threads were popping right before his eyes. Jon used his fingers to work the material to one side and allowed Ray's big, beautiful dick to pop free. A liquid rope of pre-cum literally oozed in a ceaseless stream from the gaping piss hole of his huge, ass-ripping Giagianno-sized helmet and lazily leaked down the dark length of his ultra thick rod. The crisscrossed network of veins traversing the steely shaft pulsed more angrily than Jon had ever witnessed before. His admiration for the swaying giant made Jon dizzy with desire. With a manly growl he slapped his hands onto Ray's muscular thighs and moved in on the formidable target. His mouth gone dry, he thirstily swiped his tongue all along the surface of the shaft, lapping up all the tasty juices. There was enough man-goo there to satisfy three cock suckers, and Ray's rod just kept producing more. Jon went straight for the source, licking and sucking right from the spout and parting his jaws achingly wide to take in the enormous cock head.

Jon snorted noisily as he packed his jaws with juicy stud cock. His lips locked under the incredibly formed corona and he pumped up the mammoth cock head with some masterful suction. The widely open piss slit drooled an abundance of intoxicating seminal fluid into the warmth of the older man's oral cavity. Ray's flawless body squirmed on the bench from the effects of Jon's tongue rapidly flicking against his sensitive frenulum while he voraciously sucked on the glans. The delicious cock literally burned against his lips when he traveled down the neck of the pulsing giant, gulping up inch after inch until all nine were buried to the root. Ray's upper body jolted upward and then fell heavily, as it always did when he was swallowed whole. The sexy hunk had always loved the deep-throated blow job which only his fuck buddies seemed able to provide. Jon always showed incredible stamina, staying down there longer than most, really working the full length within the tight confines of his throat. And when he came up to shower the upper portion with his lips and tongue it was only for a few brief seconds before he ingested the entire shaft once again.

Jon totally threw himself into it, sucking and chewing on the massive fuckstick with wild abandon. His head rose and fell at a breakneck pace, savagely fucking his throat with Ray's perfect manhood. His head twisted to and fro, offering his captive a variety of angles to appreciate. Ray was already whimpering, his hands clutching the sides of the bench to hold himself down. Jon knew his buddy craved tough stud sex and he was more than able to deliver. He grabbed a fist full of Ray's big sweaty nuts, yanking and squeezing them real tight while he continually went down on the poker-hot meat. Ray's tight ass was skittering about on the sweat-soaked padding of the bench. If Jon kept this up he'd be shooting his load straight down into the guy's belly in a short amount of time.

But Jon was a practiced man lover and knew just the right moment to amp down. Buddy sex with Ray was something he enjoyed milking for as long as possible---and this session was certainly no exception. He drew the formidable weapon from his throat, strong blue veins bumping maddeningly against his lips, and gave the agitated head a few loving licks before moving on with his conquest. Taking hold of Ray from under his knees the older man lifted his hairy, powerful legs. Lustily anticipating what he knew was about to come, Ray replaced Jon's hands with his own, holding his tree-trunk sized limbs and lifting his solid, nicely curved rear for some of his favorite attention.

Shaking his head and smiling crookedly, Jon commented, "Nice ass, buddy."

"Eat it, you fuck!" Ray pretended dominance. They both knew exactly how much the ethnic hunk enjoyed a tongue wiggling up his butch ass. Jon placed his hands to either side of the fur-lined crack and massaged the area with big thumbs while blowing hot breath directly on the target. Ray's tight ass lips fluttered and dilated right before his eyes. Jon moved forward, burying his face between Ray's sweet ass cakes and took one long wet swipe up the twitching trench. Ray's big body shuddered at the initial contact and his wrinkled ass mouth went into excitable convulsions. Jon began repeatedly licking up and down the juicy man crack, pausing momentarily each time to tickle the folds of the other man's love hole. Ray writhed and squirmed at the sensation of Jon's stubbly cheeks against his tender ass flesh and the raunchy raspiness of his exploring tongue.

Jon pressed his face firmly into the balmy valley between Ray's melons and zeroed in on the twitching ring muscle. He lapped at it like it was a female clit and probed the delicate petals of flesh with the blunt tip of his tongue. Ray was quivering in his passion and moaning a series of deep "oh, yeah's." Jon felt it when the stud's muscle began to loosen and, taking full advantage of the opportunity, slipped his tongue right through. The ring clamped down on him at once but Jon already had his muscle all the way up Ray's manly ass. Ray bucked and shook as Jon probed around inside him as deeply as possible, swirling around the tangy walls of his ass. Ray's hole was so incredibly hot, tight and tasty. Jon's eyes rolled as he drilled himself around inside the tart, juicy hole, thoroughly aroused by the appreciative groans his service was receiving. Ray had the kind of ass that a man could chow on for hours!

Slipping free the older muscle hunk lapped up the combination of spittle and ass juice around the hot hole and then drove his tongue back up Ray's ass. Clamping his lips around the ring muscle he savagely sucked at the hole while jabbing his tongue rapidly in and out. Ray's ground his ass against Jon's wet face and groaned his unspeakable pleasure at being tongue fucked. Copious amount of spittle coated Ray's ass guts, making his man hole incredibly slippery. Crazy with lust, Jon ate the other man's hole like it was fruit of the gods. His tongue sunk in again and again, reaching up and attempting to tickle his buddy's colon.

Then Ray was moving. He lifted his muscular legs, spread them wide and placed the soles of his sneakers against the barbell precariously resting above him. His wet ass hole was now more vulnerable than ever. Jon went back for more, sloppily lapping the full length of Ray's open crevice from top to bottom. His eyes were trained on the super stud's big dripping dick, long ago having burst free from the jock and pulsing against his ripped belly in an ever-increasing pool of pre-cum. Ray's ass was steamily succulent but that big, gorgeous dick should never be ignored for long. The next wet swipe continued up over the hunk's bloated ball bag and along the entire length of his manhood. Jon scooped the crest of Ray's cock into his mouth and swallowed it all the way down. Ray's masculine body tensed and he sighed mightily as Jon proved, once again, what an expert cock sucker he really was. His tongue whipped around the shaft as he savagely fucked it with his face, relishing in the generous amount of man goo the slit was emitting. Ray's hands were entwined in his short salt-and-pepper hair, guiding the cock sucker's head up and down.

Coming off the delicious piece, Jon cleaned Ray's taut torso of the puddle of man juice the handsome stud had leaked there and then wormed his way back down over cock and balls to his wide-spread buttocks. His tongue slithered along the length of the sweaty crack, teasing the twitching lips of the married man's bung hole with each swipe. Ray was sizzling like bacon on a skillet, squirming about on the bench, and working his lower lip with his teeth.

"Awww fuck, Jon, tongue that hole!" he pleaded. Jon happily obliged, going right for the hole and plunging himself inside. "Ah, yeah! Fuck me with that tongue!" Ray sighed huskily.

Jon repeatedly stabbed deep inside the hair-lined man twat while suckling the tender, grasping lips. Ray was so sexually charged his ass was moving like a million-dollar whore, grabbing onto Jon's working tongue and threatening to rip it clear off. His hands clawed at the sides of the bench and his head rolled from side to side as he relished in the ecstasy of being eaten alive by a master. Jon greedily thrust his tongue in and out of his buddy's rollicking asshole. The more he fucked into it, the more the virgin sphincter loosened around his working mouth muscle. Ray moaned even louder when Jon moved his tongue around in his ass, tickling his insides and probing for his button, both of them consumed by a raw male lust they hadn't together experience before.

While he ravaged Ray's shiny, upturned man hole with his tongue Jon rubbed the blunt tips of his fingers around the outside of the distended hole while he stroked his burning rod with the other hand. Before he even realized what he'd done Jon casually slipped the middle digit up inside the fiery hole. A masculine hiss escaped Ray's lips. His shoulders shot up from the bench padding and there was a primal look in his sex-heavy, hazel eyes. He grasped Jon's wrist---but failed to pull him away. Jon's tongue fell out of the well-primed hole and he carefully began to move his thick digit in and out. His eyes were carefully trained on Ray, who said nothing and had a curious look of discovery on his dark features. Easily moving his fuck-you finger through Ray's saliva-slippery ring Jon soon added another of his beefy fingers. He kept a trained eye on Ray's handsome face for any real sign of discomfort; although fully aware the beefcake would be too proud to admit to it. Ray's eyes flared momentarily and his grip tightened on Jon's wrist but, again, he did nothing to stop this anal intrusion. As Jon's fingers twisted about inside while he finger fucked the macho stud, Ray's hand actually began to assist him. The big stud settled back down, cradling his head in the palm of one hand and experienced an all-new sensation.

Before long Jon's digits were moving freely in and out of Ray's virgin hole with no real resistance. He was hugely aroused, watching the gorgeous stud appreciate some advanced ass play. He sought out, discovered and deliberately rubbed the man's joy button, sending waves of pleasure to every nerve in Ray's big, writhing body. His eyes suddenly shot wide, his ring muscle reflexively gobbled up Jon's fingers and a new surge of pre-cum leaked from his throbbing dick.

"What the fuck was that?" he gushed hoarsely.

"Your man clit," Jon growled huskily, still toying with the button and enjoying the way it made the macho stud squirm. "Didn't know you had one, did you?"

"Oh, fuck, man!" Ray's voice came at an octave higher than normal. "That feels fuckin' great!" His meaty tits were rock hard and he felt as though his big cock might erupt at any moment from his buddy's contact with this new, and highly sensitive, erogenous point. Jon kept at it a little longer, knowing if he continued to focus on Ray's new-found prostate he'd easily bring the guy to a thunderous climax. He reluctantly removed his fingers from Ray's hot, eager hole and lubed his own cock with all the slickness in his hand. His dick head was drooling every bit as much as Ray's.

Coming up off his screaming haunches he stepped in closer to the hunk while stroking his excited meat. He watched breathlessly as a trail of cock snot leaked directly down onto Ray's twitching ass lips. Ray's brows were knitted and he had an angry, desperate look on his face. The stud was hot for some real hot, macho sex, the kind he could only get with a fuck buddy.

"Get back down on that hole!" he demanded. Blood roared in Jon's ears as he reached for the weight bar, curling it to his chest and lowering it to the floor out of the way. With all obstructions removed he bent over and licked his hot cream off Ray's fleshy man hole. Ray ground his ass up against Jon's raspy tongue, enticing him to resume his nasty munching. The sexy stud was hotter than Jon had ever seen him before, practically begging for him to dig into that juicy ass again. Jon was like a rabid mongrel with a piece of raw meat, roaring with lust as he buried nose and mouth in Ray's manly ass crack and drilled his tongue up into the spasming hole, eating the stud for all he was worth.

His face was drenched with saliva and ass juice when he straightened, but Jon did nothing to remove the tell-tale ass-munching evidence. Expecting a protest, but beyond caring, he slapped his heavy dick against Ray's soaked trench and rubbed his cock head all over the bull's eye. Glistening man-made lube joined with abundant spittle to make the delectable ditch even more slick. Jon glided his throbbing dick up and down the length of his buddy's crack. The greasy underside dragged over Ray's twitching pucker, making the married man's big body shudder.

Their eyes were locked upon one another's the entire time: Jon's, daring and Ray's, cautionary. Jon didn't think Ray had ever looked more desirable than he did at that moment, sexed-up as he was beyond his own comprehension. His big hands were roaming all over his powerful chest, squeezing his sculpted pectorals and grabbing at his large brown man tits. There was a fire in his eyes that Jon had never witnessed before.

"Stick it in!" he ordered huskily. "Stick it in that fuckin' hole!"

It was the invitation Jon had been waiting over twenty years to accept. Before Ray even had a chance to come down from his sex lust and retract his words Jon lunged for the trusty jar of lube he always kept nearby. Quite often their workout sessions in his home gym ended in heated buddy sex with Ray raw-fucking muscle-bound Jon into total nirvana. But this time, for the first time, Jon was breathlessly coating his own raging hard on with the slick liquid and squeezing a healthy amount onto Ray's gyrating, upturned ass. He used his thick thumb to rub it around the married man's hole and slipped a couple of fingers inside to properly lube him up. A masculine hiss escaped Ray's lips and his man hole actually gobbled up Jon's thick digits. If this was the way he reacted to a couple of fingers, Jon couldn't wait for the reaction once his dick was buried up that cherry hole.

With an angry, almost savage scowl marking his good looks Ray barked, "Dick me, you fuck!"

Jon ground his log across Ray's slick split one final time before pressing the heavily-leaking head against the stuttering mouth. Ray's hole resisted at first, but the abundance of slippery lube and saliva allowed the fat glans to pop through the ring with ease. With a bestial snarl and a savage thrust Jon buried his thick meat up the tight macho ass. The long-anticipated moment when Ray became an equal-opportunity player was a memorable one for both men. A strangled cry roared up from Ray's chest as a burning heat scorched through his manly ass and rapidly spread to every nerve ending in his big, masculine body. His dark brows shot upward and his hazel eyes bulged as a pain unlike anything he'd previously felt raged deep in his shitter. Tendons in his neck tightened wildly and the veins at his temples flared to the surface. His muscular body shuddered violently and broke out into a sheen of glistening sweat. It felt as though a bunched fist had been shoved up into his guts and was ripping his ass apart!

Jon threw back his head with a sigh of unmasked rapture. Every inch of his big excited cock was lodged in the snug fit of his buddy's virgin man hole. Ray's anal muscles had him in a tight grip, the walls of his ass twitching and convulsing against the buried meat. The sphincter was clamped around his thick base so tightly that it effectively cut off the blood flow to his shaft, making his cock bulge even larger in the hot butthole. Fighting for his breath Jon marveled at the highly arousing sight of the big, macho man struggling to cope with his discomfort. It was Ray, that handsome guy he'd adored for many long, satisfying years! Ever since he first ogled him at sixteen in the supermarket parking lot he'd fantasized having a go at his sweet, hot ass. And now here they were all these years later, his entire cock shoved up to the hilt in the cavity of Ray's clenching ass.

Bending over, Jon took Ray by the back of the head and crushed his mouth against his buddy's parted lips. Ray thrust his tongue hotly into the warm cavity and sucked his face with a wild, animalistic passion. He caught Jon's head in the crook of his muscular arm and held him firmly there while they heatedly bruised each other's wet lips. While Ray was engaged in the manly kiss Jon took the opportunity to slowly, but steadily, pull his cock from the fierce grip of the fiery glove and quickly glide it back in again. Ray moaned and whimpered into his mouth, sucking on Jon's tongue while he felt the red-hot poker moving in his guts. His hands were all over the muscular older man's sweaty body, gripping, clawing and punching as the achingly hard dick methodically slipped through his violated ring.

Breaking the spit-swap Jon stood tall over Ray. His eyes admiringly roamed over the stud, every muscle in his body knotted tightly from the sudden invasion. For Jon Ray had always been the perfect specimen of manhood, but struggling for the first time with a dick up his ass he was even more breathtaking. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut now, his head rolling from side to side as he attempted to work through the agony. Jon was almost certain he detected tiny tears at the corners of his eyes but, far too macho to permit it, Ray quickly wiped them away. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the bench beneath him as if he might go sky-rocketing off it at any moment. His handsome face was etched in a painful grimace, his even white teeth gnashing together repeatedly.

Jon humped his dick in and out of Ray's hot, twitching ass with full even strokes. His hairy nut sac pressed firmly up against the hunk's greasy ass crack with each penetration. He paused, savoring the sensations of the fuck hole tightening around his manhood and deliciously massaging him, before drawing back. Pulling back until his fat, plum-like head was captured in the snug fit of Ray's ass ring he watched, trembling all over, as inch after inch disappeared into the married man once again. A seasoned ass-fucker, Jon easily detected when the virgin's initial resistance began to wane and responded by amping up the pace a notch.

Despite his discomfort, Ray realized he was experiencing a strange---and not entirely unpleasant---sensation he'd never felt before. It felt like a red hot poker spearing through him but, strangely enough, the hurt was good. Every time the cock pulled out he didn't think he could take any more---and yet he wanted to be filled again. His entire being was consumed by a raging passion and sexual adventurousness. He'd been fucking since he was a teen and thought he'd experienced just about everything there was to do between two consenting adults. This was something entirely new, almost like the very first time he'd sunk his cock into pussy. And, even more surprisingly, he'd been the one to initiate it! It was something he'd never considered before. Yet, in the heat of the moment, he was ordering Jon to fuck him! Now that he'd started this thing he couldn't call a cease-fire. That would mean admitting defeat; his Hispanic/Italian machismo would not allow for that. He suddenly had the need to show Jon that, despite their present positions, he was no pussy boy. He was still "the man".

"Come on, fucker!" he snarled, pounding his fists against the bench. "This ain't one of your bimbo's pussies! Fuck me like a man!"

Ray's lusty words caused Jon's upper lip to curl in a vicious snarl. Up until now he'd been the good friend, exercising every bit of restraint and breaking in the man's cherry ass as delicately as possible. But if Ray wanted a real all-out power fuck, who was he to deny him? Drawing his dick from the slick, mushy asshole he paused momentarily to flex his big, he-man muscles for effect and then slammed himself home. Ray grunted. His eyes flared and he tightly clenched his teeth to avoid revealing his discomfort. There was no hesitation this time, allowing his hole to acclimate itself to the intruder. As soon as the big head hit bottom it was soaring out, then punching back in again. Jon was fucking him--- really fucking him---hard, fast and deep. The enormity of his giant, throbbing tool was skewering him with only one forceful shove, striking deeper than Ray would ever have thought possible. The wicked fucker was giving him everything he'd asked, no, begged for. Each of Jon's determined lunges up his aching hole hurt like hell, but he fought through the pain, pride fully refusing to relinquish the title of dominant male even though he was the one with a big cock royally reaming his insides.

Ray's big body, slick with sweat, writhed and convulsed atop the bench top as Jon ceaselessly crashed his fat throbber into the clutching hole, battling the other man for fuck supremacy. Merely the vision of big, handsome Ray splayed out there before him helplessly impaled on his rod, alternately moaning and groaning, tossing his head about and gnashing his teeth as he experienced his first man-fuck, was enough to make Jon lose his nut. Ray's hot stud-ass was incredibly tight. The slick chute repeatedly clamped down on him but Jon broke right through, laying claim to his buddy's hole and remolding it into sloppy man-cunt. His jaw was set firmly in determination as he long-dicked the handsome buck. There was a sense of urgency to his forceful shoves, as if each was designed to break through another barrier and drill high up inside the writhing stud. He deliberately rotated his hips, scalding Ray's ass walls from a variety of angles. Ray's tight, sweet ass was more than he had ever imagined. He knew he'd never be able to get enough of it!

In a moment of clarity through the haze of his crazed lust came the realization that the man he was treating like a Tijuana whore was the man he loved. The only man he'd ever really loved. Planting himself root-deep he abruptly ceased the fuck. Ray's squirming calmed. He looked up at the big hulk with brows quizzically furrowed. Jon leaned down and tenderly brought his lips to Ray's. They kissed, softly at first, one hand coming up behind each other's sweat-drenched head. It was a kiss that told of their twenty-some-odd-year journey, a long winding trail that led to this destination. It was a kiss that spoke of attraction and desire, respect and admiration, deceit and forgiveness. Jon's hand ran over the perfect planes of Ray's smooth, sweaty chest as if discovering it for the first time. Ray cupped one of Jon's hard, rounded pectorals and tentatively squeezed the hardened nub. Their mouths worked together, wordlessly speaking a tale long untold as passion consumed them.

Soon the kiss became more ardent. They each moaned with a savage hunger while their sopping mouths mashed together, kissing hard and demandingly, lips bruising lips. Swirling tongues ruthlessly probed deeply into warm, juicy maws. As they greedily gorged themselves on man spit the coarse stubble of a day's growth of facial hair tantalizingly brushed against each man's face. Their mouths gaped wide, almost as if attempting to devour one another. Hands slid across sweaty male bodies, worshipping the rippling musculature beneath them. Then Jon's hips began to move once again.

Straightening himself, the muscular hulk took Ray's soccer-player-sized hairy legs, pushing them back until his thighs were nearly parallel to his sides and bent at the knee. Ray caught on quickly, hooking his massive forearms under the joint to hold them in place for what he timorously expected to be a rough ride. Jon's eyes were blazing with lust and there was a look of unrestrained ferociousness masking his features. The older man steadily pulled his hot rod from Ray's burning ass, gave it a breath of air and then shoved it hard right back to home base. Big Ray winced and grunted when the huge boner hit bottom, but before he had a chance to process the intrusion Jon was yanking it out, then slamming it back in again. He was being mercilessly fucked, the big cock pounding into him and repeatedly gliding over the buried gland which caused him to involuntarily shudder. The fat prong speared him again and again, recklessly driving through his no-longer-virgin hole with little regard for his discomfort. Ray's head was spinning from the powerful assault, yet he remained determined to take the hard fuck like a man. His thick veins and striated muscles stood out in sharp relief on his glistening body. His heart thundered in his chest and he panted as though he were the one doing the work, his tongue lolling out from the side of his drooling mouth. His ass was in agony---and yet each savage thrust from the older fucker filled him with an almost-dark type of rapture. Could it be that he was actually anticipating the gut-wrenching, ass-splitting plunges?

Jon emitted a guttural roar as he savagely slammed every inch of his randy prick into his buddy's fiery hot love glove. The heavy shaft forced itself deep into studly Ray's aching ass and literally pounded his slippery guts. Although Jon had broken the man's rectal ring the fit was still fabulously tight. He tore into the quivering hole again and again, spearing handsome Ray to the balls with every hazardous thrust. Before long he realized that Ray's hot ass muscle was grabbing at his cock, as if to draw it in even deeper. Jon responded by amping up his thrusts, ramming with all his might into the quivering hole and bashing into the squirming innards.

And then, just as he felt the juices bubbling in his sac Jon rooted himself in the slick colon, took Ray by the sides of the face and passionately kissed him. Sexed up Ray instantly responded. Once again their tongue dance started tenderly, growing in intensity until they were unabashedly groping each other and smooching in earnest. The fuck heat was on again and Jon delivered, throwing his strong hips back and forth and skewering sexy Ray with his man pole. All resistance seemed to be have evaporated from the handsome stud.

With his jaw clenched staunchly tight Jon focused on the usually smoldering eyes of the darkly handsome man. Unlike him Ray was slack jawed. Frothy spittle formed at the sides of his highly kissable, gaping mouth. Tiny tears brimmed his hazel eyes, which vacantly stared off into some spot beyond Jon. Like a wild stallion, Ray was finally broken. Jon had fucked the disbelieving dad into a place of extreme---and unexpected---euphoria. The married man was taking a fucking---a very hard fucking. Rapture had filled him to the core of his soul.

Whereas his mind might have entered a beatific zone Ray's lower extremities were responding to the tough fuck. His buttocks undulated, causing the invading rod to scour his ass walls from any variety of angles. Each time Jon took a downward dive into his chasm Ray thrust his ass up against him, taking the hit dead on. Ray's toes curled in his sneakers each time Jon's ramrod slammed home, causing his man tits to stand up even more erect and appear as though they might spout milk. His cock was painfully stiff, throbbing maniacally and straining with the need for release. It felt as though thousands of electric impulses were being set off in his hunky body each time Jon hit his prostate, causing another surge of pre-cum to leak from his strained shaft and join the pond formed on his indented torso.

Sweat coated the both of them, their muscular bodies glistening under the fluorescent lighting. Drenched in perspiration Jon repeatedly shoved his hard dick down into the dark abyss. His strong hips flexed as he rammed into his buddy's tender virgin ass. Although Ray was showing no sign of resistance he was still enticingly tight. It was like sluicing into a warm, wet velvety glove. He plunged into the good-looking father with an almost reckless abandon, causing Ray's vacant eyes to roll upward exposing the whites. Again and again he explored the uncharted territory of Ray's Giagianno rectum, reshaping it into a glorious man cunt for his personal use.

They went at it for nearly an hour, Jon coming to a dead stop as he felt his babies about to burst and engaging in some lip-locking for a sort before resuming. Selfishly, he did not want this, their first time, to end. But, try as he might, there was only so much Jon could do to control his needs. Once again plowing into the pucker of his straight buddy's hot ass Jon could hold back no longer. With a howl that might well have been heard across the street his buried boner exploded, pumping load after load of creamy buddy sauce into the raw, fucked out hole of gorgeous Ray. His big body shivered with the intensity of his orgasm, greater than any he'd ever experienced before. It was a mind blowing cum of monumental proportions. He was actually seeding the man in his maiden voyage, the first ever to do so, and marking him as his own.

The moment Jon's organ tightened up in his ass Ray's handsome cock erupted on its own. Thick piss lips gaped open and a geyser of white hot cum uncontrollably shot across his heaving body, high over his head at first and then splattering with an unimaginable force against his forehead and face. Each time Jon's prick shot out another load it seemed to prompt Ray's to do the same. With his fuck trance broken the handsome ethnic stud heaved and bucked, his upper body rising and crashing down with each powerful orgasmic wave. The dick up his ass was setting him off like never before. Opening his mouth to bellow his tongue was greeted with a strong shot of semen. He swirled it around, spat it out and was quickly met with another.

The crashing crescendo, which in actually transpired in less than a minute, seemed as though it had gone on much longer. Time was frozen in the most blissful sexual release either man had ever known. His legs gone weak, Jon reluctantly pulled his drenched tool from Ray's ass and stumbled backwards as Ray slid from the bench onto the matt on the floor. His chest rose and fell mightily as he lay there on his back, staring at the ceiling. Jon dropped to a spot beside him, focused on the same imaginary spot, and fought to regulate his breathing. He turned his head to look at the man lying beside him. If it was at all possible, Ray looked even more handsome in the afterglow of his first fuck. Ray suddenly chuckled, small crinkles showing at the corners of his eyes and turned to face Jon. He leaned over and brought his lips to the older man's mouth, kissing him tenderly. Jon moaned into his mouth and easily reciprocated. The taste of cum danced on Jon's palate, causing him to moan and increase the passion of their embrace.

Their lips parted and they remained there, side by side, relishing in the aftermath of their mating. Ray, scratching his sweaty chest, cleared his throat and spoke:

"Dad, you sure have a thing for Giaganno ass," he quipped.

"Best ass around," Jon smiled back.

"First with Joey," Ray went on, still focused upward. "Now I see how you got my brother so turned on that the boy can't get through the week without taking a stiffie up his tail pipe."

Jon turned to his side, coming up on an elbow, and toyed with one of Ray's deep purple nipples. "Does that mean you really liked taking a fuck?" As if he hadn't already surmised the obvious.

But Ray seemed lost in thought and ignored him. "First Joey. And then my son"

Jon's eyes opened wide and his face went white. "R-Ray, I-I---," he stammered.

Ray turned to face him, his eyes boring into the older man as he spoke slowly and pointedly. "What, you think I didn't know? Why else would RJ be sneakin' across the street and spendin' hours at your place? And then comin' home with that look on his face. You think I don't know that look?"

Jon felt as though his world were about to end. It had been bad enough when Ray found out about his assignations with Joey, but it was even more disastrous to learn that Jon had fucked his teenage son. All those long months spent repairing their relationship could easily be erased by Jon's ill-thought-out "birthday gift" to RJ. But Ray quickly assuaged his fears.

With a chuckle and a light slap to Jon's beefy shoulder, he said, "You look like you're about to take a heart attack, Dad. Relax. No worries. If the boy was curious he was gonna find out somehow. Better you than some pervert in a mall bathroom. It's all good."

Jon breathed a sigh of relief although, for once, he was speechless.

"One thing, buddy," Ray went on, now on his back again. "From now on you don't put your dick anywhere near my brother or son. The only Giagianno ass you're going to be getting from now on is mine."

Jon swallowed hard and shook his head. "Absolutely. I swear, man. Shit, you're all the man I need."

"You're a scoundrel," Ray reflected. "But you're my scoundrel." With that he flung his perfect body atop Jon's, big muscular arms to either side of the older hunk and looked down at him. "And for that hard fuck you just gave me, you've got one of your own coming, fucker."

A smile of anticipation spread across both their faces as Ray lowered himself to Jon, tenderly nuzzled stubbled cheeks and locked lips once again, cementing a relationship that had begun long ago and would continue for the rest of their days.