The UK may lay claim to the fuckin' Osbournes but, so far as I'm concerned, the Giagiannos are my favorite American family! And yours, too, if all you guys haven't been shittin' me with your response to my kiss-n-tell tale. When you're the trusted confidante to just about every member of a family you get to hear all kinds of good stuff. Even when I haven't been an active participant in their horny doings, I've always gotten a blow-by-blow account somewhere down the line. And, what the fuck, I might as well share it with an appreciative audience. The chances of any of 'em falling upon this file is slim-to-nothing (at least, I hope to hell it is). The names of all the principals have been altered to conceal our true identities---and to hopefully save my ass if any of 'em ever find out I've been sharin' their sex lives with the masses. This particular account was told to me by my straight buddy Ray's younger brother, Joey (who most of you horndogs have fallen in lust with by now). It all took place in the Spring of '99, less than a year (if my calculations are correct) before Joey got married. (Don't you worry, guys, marriage hasn't changed the Joester: just a couple of weekends ago he was over to watch the NY Mets continue their downward spiral. After the game, we went a few extra innings up in my bedroom). That sonofabitch is just like his big brother; he gets hotter and hotter as the years go by. It's beyond my comprehension why Tracy, his cutesy little prim-and-proper wife, has virtually no sexual appetite. But that's another story; let me get to the business at hand ----
This text contains graphic sexual descriptions and situations. It is not meant to be viewed by anyone who has not reached the legal age of consent in your area. While I certainly don't mind your passing this story around, please be a decent cocksucker and leave my copyright attached.
And thanks to all you guys who've sent me emails about these stories and the pictures of dudes you think resemble the characters. Some of them are real hot, one in particular came hauntingly close to the real thing (no, I'm not tellin' which one, so don't even ask). Personally, I'm waitin' for the day I open an email and find a picture of the real Ray, tellin' me it's alright---
copyright 2003 JRoyale
It was a crisp, clear and beautiful Saturday in the quiet little Jersey 'burg---the first really nice one of the Spring season. A soft breeze rustled through the newly sprouted green foliage adorning the tall elms lining the quiet neighborhood street, nestled away from the hub-bub of the nearby town proper. The sky was a pale, beautiful shade of blue with a hint of slowly meandering cotton-candy clouds which, every now and again, blocked the brilliant sun and its pleasantly warming rays. The temperature had risen to a pleasant seventy degrees by late morning. Housewives were out in their gardens, armed with basketfuls of annuals and perennials purchased down at the supermarket's outdoor sidewalk sale. Their husbands were busy setting things right to their homes and yard after the damaging winter, while the children scampered about, rediscovering their swing sets, jungle gyms and secret places. The elderly enjoyed a casual stroll along the sidewalk, inhaling the fresh air and stopping to share pleasantries with their neighbors.
Ray Giagianno had backed his prized Mustang out of hibernation in the garage and parked it in the drive, where he was meticulously washing, waxing and buffing the beauty. Casually dressed in shorts and tank top he was, perhaps, the most eye-catching sight up and down this---or any other---town avenue. His concentration centered on the job at hand, he was totally oblivious to the way his loose-fitting cotton shorts, draw-string-secured low on his trim waist with wide leg holes dancing around the knees, clung to his marble-hard ass cheeks when he leaned over the hood or squatted to access a fender. The folds of the light-gray-colored material gathered together in front to casually frame his nicely abundant package, which appeared even more pronounced when he rose from a squat to come around to the other side of the car. The dark-haired stud's solid, curved pectorals deliciously filled out the front of his old, faded white "wife beater" T, his big nipples hardened and straining against the material as icy cold water ricocheted when he hosed the vehicle down. The muscles in his strong, powerful arms visibly strained and flexed as he polished the smooth surface in semi-circular motions, thick tufts of dark-hair showing from his exposed arm-pits.
Directly across the street, widow Hilda Davidson sank low in the chair at her second-story bedroom window and, through trusty binoculars, watched the thirty-one year old hunk of male perfection toil away. Forty-nine year old Hilda had lost her husband less than a year ago in a freak driving accident and, with her only son married and living in the midwest, she'd virtually been alone ever since. Alone didn't bother Hilda, but the lack of male companionship certainly did; she and Fred had enjoyed an adventurous sex life right up until the end. Early on in their marriage they had engaged in several "swingers" groups, frequented nude bathing areas and even videoed some of their torrid sex sessions. If a full, head-on collision with an eighteen-wheeler hadn't killed fifty-three year old Fred, Hilda's libido eventually would have. Even approaching the half-century mark, she was sexed up and hot to trot, although she looked every bit like your average middle-aged school teacher (which was, in fact, what she was). Hilda'd been eyeing up the Giagianno beefsteak for years; many was the time with Fred humping away on top of her that Hilda's conscious thoughts would stray to the muscular body of the handsome young man and imagine it was he plowing away at her greedy little pussy. Just as today she sat perched at her window, binoculars trained on the rippling musculature and full crotch of the ethnic hunk while her trusty vibrator whirred away inside her steamy snatch.
Hilda was well on her way to her third toe-curling orgasm when a movement from the left of the Giagianno home distracted her ogling of the desirable, muscular hunk. With an annoyed frown, Hilda repositioned her binoculars to look down on the paved drive of the Stavros home, next door to studly Ray's abode. Two younger men were having a game of basketball, dodging each other and shooting into the hoop above the Stavros' garage. Hilda recognized them immediately as the grandson of old Nikos Stavros and the younger brother of her sexy dreamboat, Ray. Peter, the grandson, was a tall, slender boy with short, curly dark hair, high chiseled cheekbones and long, almost feminine, lashes that gave him a pretty look. He'd just recently had his nineteenth birthday and was attending a local community college until the fall semester when he'd be going to some University in Florida (information Hilda had gained over coffee with the teen's grandmother). He had a lightly muscled body and was certainly cute enough, but he just wasn't Hilda's type.
Joey, on the other hand, was a more than adequate fantasy substitute when his big brother wasn't in Hilda's lusty line of vision. He was shorter and stockier than his brother, but every bit as macho and sexy. He was a handsome boy with heavily lashed brown eyes, thick eyebrows and full, puffy lips. Hilda let out a low moan when her binoculars focused closer and she noticed the husky teen had failed to shave that morning. Dark, overnight bristles shadowed his upper lip and gave him a more manly, rugged appearance. Hilda's cunt was literally dripping; she loved her deceased husband's unshaven face rubbing against her inner thighs as he ate her out first thing in the morning---every morning! If only she had the nerve to lure that kid up to her bedroom right now!! She could almost feel him down there lapping at her snatch, her fingers entwined in his short, dark hair and greedily holding him in place. Observing the kid's big, working man's hands with fat, stubby fingers, Hilda fantasized those digits simultaneously probing her pussy and asshole while his young tongue flicked away at her clitoris. Moving the binocs downward, she silently cursed the baggy teen fashions of today which left everything to the imagination. The hem of those shorts played about his knees, but gave her a clear view of hairy, lumber-jack sized legs and strong, bulging calves until they disappeared into his white ankle socks and high tops. With legs that thick, Hildy could only imagine the unspeakable girth of his young teen meat! Her head rolled back on the chair and her legs widened as she unhanded the binoculars and started working on herself with both hands until she'd reached yet another thunderous climax---to visions of young Joey.
When her breathing finally returned to some state of normalcy, Hilda retrieved her binoculars from the floor and was dismayed to see that the two boys had left the area. Probably went into the house for a refreshment, she surmised. Turning her attention back to the older Giagianno boy still at work on his prized Mustang "baby", Hildy became horny all over again! The sexy hunk had removed his wet T, rendering his ripped upper body nude. His shorts had fallen lower on his hips, revealing the white band of his briefs and more of the treasure trail of dark hair traveling down from his indented navel. Hilda reached into her bag of tricks for her "destroyer" dildo.
The horny widow's assumption about the teenaged boys had been correct: they were in the Stavros' kitchen helping themselves to Grand mom's homemade iced tea. Challenging each other on the court, the boys managed to work up a satisfying sweat under the early afternoon sun. A trickle of perspiration fell from Peter's hairline, which he swiped away with the back of his arm between gulps of the refreshing tea. He nearly choked on the sweetened liquid when Joey nonchalantly crossed massive forearms at the waist, peeled his T-shirt up over his head and used it to wipe his handsome face. Raising one thick arm, then the other, he mopped his moist, darkly hairy pits with the wadded-up material before tucking it into the back of his shorts like a mechanic's rag. Petie's cock couldn't help but do an excited little jump in his own shorts; Joey was one hot motherfucker---it was always an ordeal trying to control himself in the sexy stud-muffin's presence. Pete was reasonably certain Joey was as hetero as they came; at least, the other boy had never given him reason to think otherwise. Joey was all sports and testosterone, slapping his weekend buddy on the arm to draw Pete's attention to any passing cutie. Pete, on the other hand, couldn't care any less about the female anatomy---from the young age of thirteen he had been a cum-thirsty cock sucker.
His most satisfying conquest---and most unexpected---had taken place last fall in the house next door. Petie had always found Joey's older brother to be one good-looking hunk, but he'd had no idea just how totally hot Ray really was until he'd walked into the Giagianno kitchen unannounced and found him there in the buff. It was hard enough keeping his eyes off a clothed Joey, but faced with a nude muscle stud sporting a piece of man meat hanging halfway down his thigh required more restraint that Petie was capable of. Ray read Petie like a cheap dime store novel and, before long, was feeding the panting teen his fat hog in both orifices. Petie still got a glazed over look of ecstasy every time he thought of the macho hunk pounding away at his hungry boy-pussy.
Unfortunately, the encounter was never repeated. Hunky Ray carried on his business as if it had never even happened. If it wasn't for the delicious soreness in his ass over the next three days, Petie might have thought he'd dreamed up the entire encounter. On that autumn day, Ray Giagianno had been one horny stud---and Pete Stavros was an available, accommodating hole. Once again in his young life, Petie had gathered evidence to support his theory that a straight man's cock suffers little-to-no conscience. What the studpup didn't know were the many times over the long, cold winter sexy Ray had thought about giving his brother's queer buddy another rough ride. Deciding it wasn't a smart move to be banging Joey's basketball partner on a regular basis, and not without exercising some amount of restraint, Ray somehow managed to keep his hands---and hard cock---away from the very talented, curly-haired youth.
In the matter of just a few days, Joey would be turning twenty---no longer a teen-ager. And then, in less than a year, he would be a married man. He'd proposed to Tracy, his long-time girl friend, a few months back and they wasted little time in setting a date. Petie knew, once they were married, he would probably see very little of Joey. While they weren't the closest of friends, they had gotten along well from the moment Joey first visited his brother's home in the neighborhood and spied Petie shooting baskets from his grandfather's driveway. It was the risk of losing that friendship that kept Petie from making a move on Joey or, at the very least, divulging his affectation for hot, juicy cock.
Barely hearing whatever it was Joey was saying as they finished their drinks, Petie carefully managed to steal glances at the other youth's exposed upper body. Joey had a thick, bull's neck rising up from between bulging, rounded shoulders. His arms were equally muscular, with rock-like biceps and a light dusting of dark hair over the strong forearms. His chest was smooth, with beefy, pronounced pectoral mounds and tasty looking, darkened nipples. Petie could have spent hours just nursing on those perfectly sloped man tits. Joey's full, puffy lips were moving, saying something about a softball league he was joining, but Pete's roving eyes were taking note of his smooth stomach, with just a hint of abdominal indentation, and his thick, tight waistline. Pete unconsciously glided his tongue over his lips as he stole glimpses at the small cluster of dark hair around the Giagianno boy's indented navel which grew in a nearly straight line right down into the waistline of his low-hanging drawstring shorts. The sheen of perspiration they had worked up made his lightly tanned torso even more appealing to the other boy's appraising eyes.
"So did'ja?" His deep, testosterone-laden voice broke Petie out of his reverie. "Did'ja bring it or not?"
Pete thought quickly. What was he supposed to bring with him? Rebounding, he replied, "Oh yeah, it's up in my room. C'mon." Thrusting his hands deep in his pockets to camouflage his semi-hard on, Pete led the way through his grandparent's home and up the stairwell to the room which was his whenever he came calling.
"Where's your grand mom and grand pop?" Joey casually inquired as they entered Pete's bedroom away from home.
"Granny went on a bus trip to Atlantic City with her Senior Citizen friends," Pete replied as he rummaged through his suitcase. "And Grandpa, he's hangin' out with his poker buddy." Finally locating what he'd been looking for, Pete tossed the prized possession to Joey. It was last season's yearbook of the New York Mets, the team which could claim both Joey and Pete's father as devoted fans. Knowing Joey didn't have a copy, Stavros Jr. had picked up an extra for his son's buddy. Pete wasn't interested in baseball; his sports interests primarily rested in basketball, touch football and wrestling (his all time favorite), where he could safely cop a feel of firm male flesh every now and then.
Joey threw himself onto Pete's bed and scooted up so that he rested against the headboard, beefy legs spread out before him as he pulled the protective cellophane from the book and eagerly perused it.
"Tell your Dad thanks a lot, will ya?" he said in all sincerity as he paged through the manual. "I was so pissed I didn't get this last season."
The sight of the hunky teen stud sprawled across his bed in nothing more than a pair of shorts, which now rode up higher on his hairy, tree-trunk thighs, had Petie's cock throbbing madly. He considered excusing himself to the bathroom where he could quickly beat himself off and relieve some of the pressure.
"Come 'ere, take a look at this." Joey sounded excited about something in the book. Trying like hell to cover his obvious protrusion, Petie sidled over to the Queen-sized bed to have a look at whatever it was which had caught Joey's interest. "Sit down. It's about time I got you into pro ball."
Swallowing hard, but unable to refuse such an invitation, Petie carefully joined his buddy on the mattress. He drew his knees up close to his chest and wrapped his arms around them so as to hide his "problem" from the hot, hunky stud casually hanging out in his bed. Joey was pointing out his favorite players, but all Pete could think about was how his buddy could easily rape a guy with his fat, stubby fingers. Feigning interest, Pete could sense the excitement in Joey as he rifled through the pages and made a mental note to thank his father from the both of them.
He'd nearly gotten to the back of the booklet when suddenly it somehow slipped from Joey's hands. He made an ill-fated attempt to snatch it up but instead sent it careening directly down in between Pete's legs. Reflexively, Petie spread his thighs to retrieve the yearbook, realizing too late that he'd exposed his tented crotch to the other teen-man. Joey's mouth went slightly agape with shock as he stared incredulously at the protrusion beating up against Petie's shorts. Swallowing hard, he looked over into Petie's embarrassed eyes.
"Dude, you got a fuckin' hard-on! Shit, I didn't think baseball would turn you on this much!"
Pete felt an intense heat well up over his face and knew that he'd turned a deep shade of crimson. Covering himself with both hands, he managed, "Nah, it just happens sometimes."
A smile broke across Joey's handsome face and he gave a playful punch to the other teen's arm. "Happens to me all the time. Ray says enjoy it while you can, 'cos when you get older it doesn't happen near as often."
Ray hardly had a problem in that department, Pete would have liked to have revealed---but wisely kept his mouth shut. "Yeah, well, you have Tracy to take care of you when you get like this."
"Shit," Joey snickered. "Tracy and me haven't had sex, dude. She's got this idea that she's gotta keep it until after we're married. She drives me fuckin' crazy sometimes. Maybe that's one of the reasons I'm marryin' her, so I can finally get a piece!"
More comfortable now, and enjoying sex talk with his half-naked friend practically shoulder to shoulder in the bed, Pete pressed on. "So---what do you do when you get real horny?"
"Next best thing, man," Joey responded as he mimicked spitting into his palm and jerking his fist over his crotch. "I jerk off sometimes three, four times a day. You don't jerk off, Petie?"
"Yeah, sure I do," Petie nodded. Only when I'm not on my knees in the public john, he wanted to add. Or spread across my English Lit Professor's desk. Or down in the College's boiler room with the dimwit Janitor. Or up on your brother's kitchen counter.
"You ever, ah------" A sheepish look crept across Joey's unshaven face, making him look even more adorable. "You ever jerk off with a buddy?"
"You're pretty much the only real buddy I got, Joe," Petie told him innocently. "I mean, ever since my high school graduation I don't see the same peeps any more."
Joey shrugged a big shoulder. "Well, you wanna?"
"Wanna what?"
"Ya know---jerk off together."
Not wanting to appear as eager as he actually was, Pete hesitated a moment before answering. "Why not!"
"Guess you gotta get outta them clothes," Joey suggested as he started fumbling with his own drawstring. Petie quickly pulled his loose T-shirt over his head and shucked his shorts and underwear, never taking his eyes off Joey's strip show. It didn't take long, being as the darker boy was already halfway nude. Hooking big thumbs into the sides of both shorts and briefs, Joey pressed himself against the back of the headboard, raised his hips and slid them down to beefy mid-thigh. Then, lifting strong, hairy legs and pulling both knees into his chest, Joey completed the job by slipping the clothing over his sneakers and tossing it to the foot of the bed. One hand automatically went to his hairy groin, while the other was raised and cocked behind his head, and he began massaging his limp teen meat.
Petie practically smacked his lips when he finally got his first look at Joey's equipment. In its present state, there were about five plump inches, capped with a huge mushroom head, being kneaded in Joey's big hand. Pete curled his fingers around his own throbbing hardness and slowly stroked the smooth length, mesmerized by the sight of handsome Joey playing with his beautiful cock.
"You got a pretty good one there," Joey nodded at Pete's pecker. "You shouldn't have any problem getting laid, dude."
"Yours looks better," Pete gushed, wanting to kick himself in the ass the moment the words came out of his mouth.
"Shit, this ain't nuthin'. Wait'll you see it hard." It didn't take long. Before Pete's wondrous eyes, Joey's ethnic cock began to swell and elongate. Like some sleeping beauty which had suddenly been awakened, it steadily rose from his dense, hairy bush to reach its full majestic glory. Just like his muscled arms and legs, Joey's cock was gloriously thick, swelling out at mid-shift to almost the size of little Petie's wrist. And the crown atop that king-sized cobra was the fattest, and most perfect, ass-stretcher Petie had ever seen! The fat dome must have made up at least three inches of Joey's delectable length which, in all his experience, Petie estimated to be between seven to eight inches.
The Greek youth stroked away at his paler appendage, never taking his eyes away from the cock of his basketball buddy. Joey's fist slid along his swollen thickness, curiously aroused by Petie's unwavering attention. The other teen may not have had a hard, muscular body like his own, but Petie wasn't bad---not by a long shot. Joey could easily see himself feeding his thick rammer into the other boy's sweet little asshole and fucking the life out of him. Aware of the few inches between them, Joey readjusted himself on the big bed and effectively moved himself closer to the other boy. Side by side, with opposite shoulder touching opposite shoulder, they flagrantly jerked themselves in front of one another.
"You're leakin', dude," Joey broke the near-silence. "Looks like it won't be long for you." Sure enough, pre-cum was pretty much oozing out of Petie's pretty piss-hole. Without any warning, Joey reached over with his non-working hand and swiped a wad of Petie's boy-goo onto his index and middle fingers. The other boy's breathing nearly ceased as he watched Joey bring those same fingers to his mouth and suck them clean of the clear nectar.
"Good shit," Joey told the amazed boy. "Here, have some." And with that he gathered up more fluid from the now-rapidly leaking cock head and brought it to Petie's lips. Looking Joey directly in the eye, he opened his mouth and sucked on those fat, stubby, cum-covered digits, lapping around and between them until long after his semen had been washed away. Joey stretched one hairy leg over Petie's smooth one, spat a gob into the palm of his hand and took hold of the other boy's throbber. Needing no further invitation, Petie crossed his arm over Joey's and helped himself to a handful of Giagianno stud-meat.
His long, slim fingers failed to meet around the huge girth, but Petie worked it as if he'd been waiting for that cock all his life. His measured rhythm felt good as hell and, in short order, Joey's fuzzy nuts were buzzing. Either the other teen was a novice beginner or he was no stranger to handling another dude's cock. From the way his hand was making love to that fat prick, and the reactions of his own dick to Joey's ministrations, Joey decided that little Petie had been holding out on him---and it was high time for some pay back!
The fat lips on Joey's prize cockhead flared open and pre-cum pulsed from his deep gash. Petie wasted not a second in mimicking Joey's earlier actions by scooping up the warm ball juice and feeding first Joey and then himself. Joey's semen tasted rich and heady; Petie's desire for a mouthful of the stuff mounted. Their joined hips were grinding against each other, young bodies pressed closely together and trembling with excitement as they brought one another closer to the brink of orgasm.
Cupping him by the side of his smooth face, Joey planted his lips to Petie's and pressed his wet tongue into the other boy's mouth. Petie eagerly joined in the kiss, working his tongue into Joey's hot cavern. They licked and sucked at each other, their libidos growing out of control. Heated moans and groans joined the wet sounds of their greedy male kissing as they shifted even closer together, hands working wildly up and down on the other's shaft---dangerously near the point of no return.
"You wanna suck me?" Joey breathed hotly after managing to tear his mouth from the cute little Greek's. Before his next breath, Petie was down there between those spread muscular thighs, his well-trained tongue lapping Joey's cap and shaft clean of all the tangy pre-cum. He spit-shined the entire shaft from piss-hole to ball bag, marking his territory. Joey's thick, hard cock tasted good, fresh and all male. Petie elbowed his way between the other teen's bulldozer thighs, thinking to himself that Joey could easily squeeze him to death with those fuckers, and took the huge cockhead into his mouth. With jaws stretched wide to accommodate the fat mushroom he ran his tongue in circles around the deeply flanged rim while sucking on the bulbous head. His hands were all over Joey's rock-hard thighs, aroused even further by their athletic musculature and downy fur. He'd wanted to touch Joey like this for years and, now that he finally had his chance, Petie was determined to make the best of it.
He gave that big, beautiful helmet the best treatment he'd ever given to another guy. With that three inches of fat cock meat buried in his face he looked up past Joey's flat belly, over his curved pecs and into the face of the bud he was servicing. Joey comically flipped his thick eyebrows up and down, flashed his younger friend a sexy grin and reached down to tousle his curly hair.
"You like that dick, don'chya, Petie?" he teased. "And you suck like a pro. Wished I'da known this a long fuckin' time ago. Maybe, if you're real good, we can try to shove it up your ass. But, I dunno, it's kinda big."
Petie positively whimpered and went to work on that cock like a bitch in heat. With one hand working its way across Joey's smooth torso, his other roamed into the juncture between the teen hunk's legs and took hold of his bloated ball bag. The Greek boy fondled and tenderly squeezed the hefty, oversized sac in his hand, and then teased each cum-filled nad between two long fingers. The giant meaty head forged deeper into Petie's sucking mouth as he managed to slide more of the wide cock between his lips. He was at the midway point, where Joey's delectable member grew widest, and wasn't sure that he'd be able to go any further. Joey felt the other boy's lips quivering around his shaft as he forced his jaws impossibly wide to surround the awesome thickness and then, successfully, slid his wet mouth down over the entire length.
"Ah, yeah, Dude!" Joey breathed sexily, while Petie fought the urge to gag on the gargantuan slab of beef. The plum-sized head of that beauty was plugging his throat while the whole thing seemed to be throbbing with a life of its own. With his nose buried in Joey's musky bush he worked that monster with everything his cock-sucker's mouth had to offer. His usually angular face was puffed up and looked like a balloon ready to burst from the awesome fullness of Joey's weapon of destruction. Slowly he began riding the dripping cock, running his tongue up the sensitive underside, wrapping it around the engorged, leaking head and then swallowing it all back down again. As he became accustomed to its size he began to bob up and down faster and faster until the big, bloated vein was rapidly coursing in and out of his mouth.
Earlier he had been lying on his belly between Joey's widely spread lumberjack thighs, fucking the bedsheets while he sucked on his best buddy, but now Petie was on his knees with legs open wide for balance. Joey pushed away from the backboard and leaned over the trim boy's body to get a handhold on his smooth ass cheeks. Petie never lost a beat as Joey playfully slapped each of those melons and ran his big hands in circles over the paler flesh. He slid the side of one hand straight down the crack bisecting those glutes as far as he could reach and then kneaded them apart until the tips of his fingers discovered Petie's wrinkled ass hole. He toyed with the folds, spreading them apart little by little until he had Petie's brown eye peeled open. Petie's growl of appreciation was muffled by the fat hog clogging his throat.
Such was the scene that old Nikos Stavros discovered upon his early arrival home.
Stavros was a fifty-seven year old, good looking, olive-skinned Greek with eyes that twinkled like Santa Claus' under thick, bushy eyebrows, matching the mustache coating his upper lip. Despite his age, he still had a full head of wavy, shoulder length silver hair brushed back from his forehead. Other than the deep etches across his forehead and the crinkles around the edges of his eyes, old Nikos' face was virtually unlined. He stood at about 6'1" on a strong, 210 pound frame. Hard labor in a local steel mill during his youth had chiseled the man a powerful body which he had still managed to keep in decent shape even though his work primarily consisted of the diner he owned and operated.
With the wife away in Atlantic City, gambling capitol of the east coast (a place Nikos firmly detested), he had arranged to meet a friend at the diner for an early lunch. The food was fine, as usual, and they were chatting over coffee and dessert when the other man got a call on his cell from his wife (how Nikos hated those contraptions!) It seems that their son and his family had unexpectedly dropped by to visit, hence Nikos' afternoon with the man was unexpectedly cut short. Nikos took a nice, leisurely stroll down the town's main street and treated himself to a cigar---it was, after all, such a glorious day! How could it get any better?
Arriving home, he decided to leave the car in the drive rather than secure it in the garage. Earlier, the boys had been shooting baskets there, but it appeared that they had moved on to other recreational activities. Next door neighbor Ray was still working on that beautiful car of his, although Stavros couldn't comprehend the reasoning for such a nonessential thing. If the guy actually took it out for a drive twice a year, that was a lot. Glancing across the street, Stavros spied Hilda Davidson in a billowy summer dress on the porch swing taking in the beautiful day. He waved, but it seemed that her attention was directed elsewhere.
Entering his home through the back way, Nikos automatically hooked his keys on the peg next to the door. He had long ago given up trying to remember where he'd put the damned things when he was in a rush. Pouring himself a glass of iced tea, Nikos spied the two glasses on the counter top and surmised that the boys had come in for drinks. Chuckling to himself at the carelessness of youth, he rinsed the glasses in the sink and moved further on into the house. He was just about to turn into the den and see what games might be televised on this Saturday afternoon when a sound directed his attention to the upstairs area. It appeared that the boys had come into the house. Placing one had on the balustrade, Nikos mounted the steps, having decided to see what the teens were up to.
Later, he wondered if he hadn't called out to them because he was secretly hoping to catch them in the act of some wrongdoing---maybe drinking beers, looking at girlie magazines or smoking dope. But only in his wildest fantasies had old Nikos Stavros ever envisioned the sight which befell his eyes when he stepped up to the wide-open door of his grandson's guest room! Nikos fat, Greek cock had never gotten so hard so fast!! Directly in front of him on the rumpled bedspread was his grandson, deliciously nude and on his knees between the thighs of Niko's favorite boy whore, Joey Giagianno. Nikos was looking right into the lad's wide-open asshole, which Joey was busily plugging with the thick middle fingers of both hands.
Joey saw old Nikos almost immediately. With a wink and a mischievous, half-cocked smile he plunged two fingers from each hand into Petie's well-worked asshole and lewdly spread those fuck-lips wide open for grandfatherly appraisal.
Nikos and Joey were no strangers to one another. It was nearly a year ago that Nikos had casually glanced out of his attic window into the Giagianno back yard and witnessed the teen with the hot little wrestler's body sprawled out naked as the day he was born on the family diving board and jerking off his big, thick piece of boy meat and digging his fingers up his young asshole. It was like some sort of uncontrollable force propelling Stavros to the Giagianno back yard, where he proceeded to shove his eight plus inches of granddaddy dick down Joey's throat and up his tender young shit hole. Young, full of testosterone and not getting anything from his steady girl, Joey usually got his rocks off with his brother's good friend (and mutual fuck buddy) Jon. But when Jon wasn't available, Joey came sniffing around old Stavros (same as Jon often did; it seems that Joey had bragged about the old man's prowess to his main man.) Twice this past winter he'd met Joey in the dead of the night in the parking lot of the small local train station where he'd proceeded to screw the kid's brains out in the back seat of his Lexus. It always amazed him that, afterwards, all Joey wanted to do was talk sports! Such a little jock!
Joey let go of Petie and leaned back against the headboard with his arms behind his head, revealing darkly hairy teen-pits. With a shit-eating smile on his face he greeted, more loudly than necessary, "Hi there, Mr. Stavros!"
Petie nearly choked on the dick lodged deep in his throat. Coming up off the soaked monster, he shot a glance over his shoulder and saw his grandfather standing there staring at him with that ever-present twinkle in his eyes, peeling the shirt from his body.
"GRANDDAD!" he exclaimed wide-eyed, saliva and cock juice running from the corners of his succulent lips. Joey graciously saved him from having to offer a feeble excuse. The muscular stud pup grabbed him by the hair and forced his face back on to his aching hard-on before Petie had a chance to protest.
Nikos Stavros hurriedly stripped out of his clothes and crawled up onto the bed with big, veiny cock leading the way. His grandson's beautiful pink butt was only a few inviting inches from his grasp. It was a marvelous thing, all smooth and rounded with the tell-tale red marks where Joey had earlier manhandled him. Licking his lips, and throwing caution out the window, Nikos planted his hairy-knuckled hands to either side of those creamy melons, pulled them aside, and dove face-first into his grandson's crack. With his face pressed tightly to Joey's hairy groin, Petie managed an audible moan, his trim body visibly shuddering, when his grandfather's tongue came out and lapped at his pucker. With his face buried between those tight melon-shaped cheeks, Old Nikos feasted on Petie's pretty pink boy hole. He swirled his tongue around the tangy, fluttering ass lips---making them nicely wet with his grandfather spit---and probed at the forbidden bull's eye. Petie's teen cock was pulsing up against his abs, thick pre-cum freely flowing from his dick-slit and making a mess on the bedspread.
The horny grandfather finally managed to breach the tight ass ring and plunged his fat, wet tongue inside of the curly-haired teen. Reveling in Petie's tangy ass juices, he proceeded to soak young Petie's insides in spit and searched ever deeper for that love button which would ultimately send his grandson over the edge. Petie, both shocked and delighted by his grandfather's lewd attentions, was snorting and slobbering all over Joey's big boy. Joey had his hands in the other boy's hair, holding his head in place as he thrust his hips up and began fucking little Petie's mouth. Petie took hold of Joey's heavily hanging nuts and, one hand over the other, milked the silken sac. Joey, too, was leaking pre-cum like crazy, treating the Greek slut to his tasty ethnic nectar.
With his grandson's tasty ass hole sufficiently soaked, old Nikos came up for air and crawled in closer to the creamy pink butt laid out in front of him. Spitting into the palm of his hand, he greased his mighty eight-and-one-half inches and hefted it up to the wrinkled entrance of Petie's wet fuck hole. Grasping his grandson by trim hips he pushed against him and, in one savage thrust, drove his prick home. Petie moaned even more loudly around the mouthful of Joey cock as he was sufficiently stuffed from both ends. Nikos ripped right into the boy, slamming into little Petie's guts with powerful, manly strokes. The teen's ass was stretched and ready for a fuck and Nikos realized, for the first time, that Petie wasn't so innocent after all.
When Petie looked up at sweaty Joey there was pure ecstasy written all over his good-looking face. Joey was just as turned on by watching the horndog Granddad get a piece of what he'd been wanting. He pumped his groin even more forcefully into Petie's face, imitating the determined fucking old Stavros was giving the boy. Petie moved one arm under his body, wrapped long fingers around his stiff, throbbing pecker and began shagging himself to the beat of the others.
Stavros pulled his bloated meat out until the mushroom head was distending Petie's swollen ass lips and drove it back in again. His silver bush ground against that smooth, pretty ass and his huge, dangling balls slapped up against the kid's soft rump. He continually penetrated the curly-haired boy toy with amazing ease, sinking in as deeply as possible and feeling the glorious warmth of Petie's belly wash over his sensitive glans. Petie was gripping at his grandfather's pecker with the insides of his rectum, making the fuck nice and tight. Stavros drove harder---drove faster---
"Fuck this," Joey exclaimed agitatedly, yanking his fat prick out of Petie's mouth and dragging his body out from under the Greek teen. "I need some of that hard cock up my ass, too," he announced as he scooted across the bed to position himself alongside his buddy. Both biceps and tricep muscles flared as he supported his weight on bent elbows, strong forearms forming a V in front of him as his big hands met and grasped a handful of bed coverings. On his knees with legs wide spread, his bubbled butt was thrust upwards for Nikos' violation.
Young Petie was completely dumbfounded! His grandfather's unveiling had been shock enough, but Joey's exposure as a power bottom was almost too much for a cock whore like him to process. All this time he'd been stealing glances at the ItaliaRican's basket, fantasizing one sexual encounter after another and trying so damned hard to keep his yearnings secret---and macho-acting Joey was just as much a slut for cock as himself!
Nikos, of course, had no objection; two hot boy holes were certainly better than one. Yanking his slick cock out of his grandson's hole, he aimed it at the hair-lined, familiar target of the hunkier teen. "Oh, yeah!" Joey breathed as Stavros sunk his entire length inside him. The old man went at him with full-throttle, whacking away at the Joey hole with wild abandon while, at the same time, fingering Petie's snatch. He pounded Joey for a few minutes before returning to hump Petie's ass, then back to handsome Joey once again. The boys were insatiable, goading him on with vulgarities and masculine cries of passion as they flogged their own leaking pricks. This time it was Petie who grasped Joey by the hair and planted his mouth over the muscular teen's. Their passion was so intense that they bruised each other's lips, hungry tongues making wicked love to one another.
Old Nikos was pounding away at Petie so eagerly that the boy had to fight to keep his balance on the bed. Leaning over his grandson, Nikos pressed his hairy body into the curve of Petie's smooth back and wrapped his arms around the boy's torso, fucking him like some sort of dog. His hands traveled all over the cute teen's chest and toyed with his hardened nipples as his lips left small wet kisses along the nape of his neck. Sweet little Petie---the rosy cheeked baby he'd held in his arms not so long ago. Who would ever have thought that he'd grow up to be such a comfortable, experienced fuck?
Greedy Joey didn't like being left alone for long and, with an angry scowl on his face, gave Pete a brutal shove. "My turn," he growled, and Stavros eagerly obeyed. He rode Joey's ass hard, making the hunky teen grunt, groan and swear like the little sex pig he was. And then it was Petie who was feeling neglected. To the sexy sound of "Graaaaaaaaannnnnnnndpaaaaa" Stavros glanced over to witness Petie, fingers up his ass and holding his fuck hole wide open. Stavros accepted the invitation and buried his rod right down to the short-curly hairs in one savage lunge. Petie was a lot looser than Joey (the reasons for which he decided to contemplate at some later time). He drilled his big meat down to the farthest depths of Petie's smooth, slick channel, appreciating the way the boy shivered when he was completely cock-stuffed. His fuckstrokes were measured and deliberate, his loins slamming into the boy with each ass-stretching thrust. It felt so damned good in his young grandson's asshole that he wanted to go on fucking him forever.
But Joey was bellowing "Hey!" and backhanding Petie on the arm, so Stavros obliged the other boy. He popped his fucker into the hot-as-a-firecracker stud-muffin and proceeded to ram him hard and deep with thunderous fuckstrokes. Joey was shouting out cries of lust as he bucked his ass up against the man's savage onslaught, feeling the hard cock head pounding away into his guts and nearly taking the wind right out of him. Stavros had never fucked him so fiercely, so satisfyingly, in any of their previous sessions. He was almost relieved when the old fuck gave him a rest and took his turn at Pete.
Back and forth he went, from one lusty lad to the other, recklessly drilling his man-bit into their scorching hot, dripping fuck holes. His heart was pounding in his chest and, he thought morbidly, if he suffered a massive coronary right now he'd leave this earth a very happy man. Those boys could easily be the death of him. They wanted more---and more---and more---
Petie was the first to lose his nut. When Stavros plowed his prostate once too often, Petie's raging hard-on exploded, shooting gobs of teen-cum all over the crumpled bedspread below him. "OH, GRANDDAD! OH FUCK YEAH, GRANDDAD!" he shouted over and over as the big man continued to slam into him throughout the orgasm and even after he had been spent.
"Holy shit, Petie, look at all that fuckin' cum!" Joey exclaimed as he propped himself up on one arm and took hold of his huge dong with the other. Stavros was on him almost immediately, stuffing his man tool back into Joey's hot, hairy hole and rutting him to orgasm. Petie impulsively threw himself on his back, wedged his body under Joey and took that huge, leaking cockhead into his mouth. Joey was on all fours, body stiffened, wide eyed and staring straight ahead, mouth open and formed in a wide O, with rivers of sweat dripping from his muscular frame as his body began to convulse. His orgasm was so intense that the room seemed to suddenly dissolve, thousands of multi-colored lights flashing before his eyes as he unloaded his scum into Petie's rapidly sucking mouth. He thought, for a moment, that he might lose consciousness, but the sensation of Petie sucking and swallowing, trying in vain to keep up with Joey's voluminous blast, kept him grounded. Fearful he might drown in all that sweet tasting cum, Petie was forced to give up and took the last few blasts square in the face.
Exhausted as they were from the old man's dual power fuck, both Pete and Joey turned on Stavros almost immediately after getting off. With Joey's cum dripping down his face, Petie fought for possession of grandfather meat. He deep-throated that fucker, wallowing in the mixed flavors of boy ass and manly pre-cum, while Joey chewed on Stavros' big balls. Only when wrestler Joey gave him a jab to the ribs did Petie give up his lip-lock on the old man and then it was Joey swallowing every tasty inch of raunchy cock. Stavros was in ecstasy with the two teens grappling for the honor of bringing him off. Their hands tugged at his balls and stroked his shaft as one or the other displayed their abundant oral talents. He heard himself moaning and groaning over the wet sounds of their lapping and sucking. His old, virile body began to tremble, a sudden exhilarating rush consumed him and with an almost pained moan his granddaddy dick blew its load all over the two teenagers. Appropriately, Petie got the first blast directly in his wide-open mouth but, before he could lay claim to the second, Joey crudely shoved him out of the way and planted his lips around the gushing cockhead. Stavros' second explosive blast shot clear down Joey's throat, causing him to gag and momentarily come off the pleasure tool. Petie wasted no time in swallowing the spitting serpent down his throat and expertly milking the big, wet fucker. Stavros took control of the situation by yanking his rod from Petie's throat and jerking his next few blasts onto each of their handsome faces. Spent and exhausted, he fell back onto the bed.
As the old man lay there attempting to catch his breath, the teen cubs knelt at the foot of the bed totally absorbed in their mutual sexual discovery. As Pete's hands traveled over Joey's proud chest and tight abdomen, effectively rubbing spent semen over his body, Joey had his big hands on Petie's tight ass and was exploring his drenched crack with thick middle fingers. Petie gave Joey's a tongue bath, licking his handsome face clean of all that creamy cum. The day's growth of bristles adorning Joey's strong jaw line and over his sensuous upper lip made the task all that much more enjoyable. Joey leaned in to lick a particularly abundant gob of joy juice from around Petie's left eye and followed its leaking trail down the side of his face to where it ran off down the neckline. Planting little kisses along Petie's neck, Joey locked lips on the smooth skin and sexily sucked his mark into the moaning boy's throat. Their mouths crushed together as, frisky tongue intertwined with frisky tongue, they shared the musky, flavorful fruits of their labor. Wrapping muscular arms around the leaner boy and drawing him closer, Joey rubbed big hands all along Pete's back. As they sensuously caressed in front of Stavos Joey pointedly looked over Petie's shoulder and, with a devilish grin on his soaked face, gave the old man a meaningful wink.
Outside, Ray had finished with his Mustang and acquiesced to his wife's suggestion that he pay a little attention to their family Van. Since the afternoon heat had continued to rise, Ray was donning a pair of black biking shorts with red stripes running up each side and had opted to dispense with wearing any shirt. Armed with a bucket of soapy water he pulled the Van out onto the roadway, parking it in front of their house, and set to work washing the Van and keeping his wife appeased.
Hilda went inside for a fresh set of batteries.