Was having some alterations done to the house I bought a few months ago located (not so coincidentally) right across the street from my straight buddy Ray's home. The place had laid vacant following the tragic, accidental death of Hilda Davidson. Her only child and heir, a son, hung on to the old homestead for awhile and visited two or three weeks out of the year, but was forced to put the joint up on the market when his marriage hit the skids. I managed to coerce him into selling to me (at below-market price) and set about updating the place, making it more spacious and a pseudo-candidate for House Beautiful. Ray's wife, Cathy, turned out to be a great help with home decor after the alternations were completed. While all the construction was going on, I wound up in a hot three-way with two of the Mexican laborers. Neither one of 'em had a handle on the English language, but they sure knew how to feed me their uncut chorizos. That's when it all came back to me; while Jose was slammin' his greased-up cock into my guts and Pedro was chokin' me with his fat pinga, I remembered another one of the hot stories Ray's li'l brother, Joey, told me about some sleazy, construction site sex he got himself mixed up in. I gotta tell you, that kid amazes the fuck out of me! To think that, at the time of this escapade, it'd only been a little over two years since I'd first indoctrinated the then-eighteen-year-old hunk into the pleasures of man-to-man lust.
If you've been following this lusty, true-life experience which I've been trying to recount in as close to chronological order as possible, you 'll remember that young Joey caught me and his stud of an older brother goin' at it hot and heavy in the family garage. Of course, neither of us knew he was hidden in the shadows, watching us with astonished interest as his big bro fucked me senseless in the back of a classic Mustang. Only thing surprises me is that, in all these years, we hadn't been found out long before that; Ray and me have fucked all over that damned house, regardless of who might have been around---including his wife and (at this count) four kids!
Anyways, Joey kept his knowledge secret---that is, up until the day he caught me sprawled buck-assed naked across the Giagianno marital bed, floggin' my rod and sniffin' Ray's used, sweaty jockstrap. Suffering well-placed hero worship, Joey decided what was good for his bro was equally good for him and was soon feeding me his fat, ItaliaRican sausage. Teen-aged Joey was every bit as hot, hung and handsome as his older brother and I just couldn't resist the temptation to take our encounter beyond some one-sided cock-sucking. I was hot for that little wrestler's tight cherry ass! And so what if I told him a convoluted tale to get what I wanted? Dumb jock Joey was so sexed up by that point and leakin' pre-cum like only an eighteen-year-old can; he fell hook, line and sinker for my fib. I somehow managed to convince him that straight, studly Ray sucked dick and took my meat up his ass as well. Joey took to a man fuck like his hot, juicy asshole was made for it---and he's been takin' dick ever since. Years later, when he finally discovered the truth, sexy versatile Joey threw me a near-brutal fuck for my delicious deception that had me walkin' bow-legged for a couple days.
It's to my credit that I single handedly brought out the "bi" in both Giagianno brothers, although it seems like jack-rabbit Joey gets a hell of a lot more dick than I! Strangely, to this day he insists that he's straight---he just likes hangin' with the guys! And, just like his bro, so long as he's not dipping into female pussy he believes he's remaining faithful to his frigid wife. Go figure!
Anyways, it was autumn, and we were havin' one of those unexpected, but thoroughly enjoyable, "indian summer's". This was, in fact, the last one Joey would enjoy before giving up bachelorhood at twenty years of age to become a married man---just like his idolized older brother. Joey'd lost his job when the fuckin' place closed down unexpectedly, leavin' the poor kid wondering how the fuck he was going to pull off his wedding and support his bride-to-be. He knew he had to quickly secure major employment at a respectable rate of pay. Sexy as he was, Joey wasn't exactly the brightest guy on the block; white-collar work would not have suited him. Getting his hands dirty, toiling at manual labor and working his body into exhaustion---that was young Joey's forte. . . . .
Before I go on with the story, I have to run this disclaimer by you. As if you didn't already know, this story contains explicit sexual scenarios, which are meant to be enjoyed solely by a mature audience. Those not having reached the age of consent should hold on for a few more years. Trust me: time passes quick---and life's experiences just get better and better. Any of you who've read these stories know what I mean . . . . .
Copyright © 2003 JRoyale
Stanley (Stosh) Wojiewicz was one highly pissed off Polock that unseasonably warm, September morning. His construction crew was to have assembled at 8 AM at the country site where they were on the third day of framing a new $350,000. house and he'd been waiting nearly an hour for those no-account Mexicans to make an appearance. Stan didn't particularly like employing Mexicans---most of whom had questionable citizenship---although he had to admit they were damned hard workers. Still, he didn't trust the fuckers. Stan's daddy told him many a time to always keep his eye on the hired help: missing tools and stolen materials seriously affected a businessman's overhead.
Stosh was the third in a long family line of construction workers. His granddaddy, a Polish immigrant, had started the independent contracting company, appropriately naming it Wojiewicz & Son in hopes that his own then-barely-out-of diapers-son would follow in his footsteps. Sure enough, soon as he was able, Stan's dad was at his father's side slinging a hammer, sweating profusely under the hot afternoon sun and developing life-long muscles the only way a real man can. Years later, learning of his impending fatherhood, Stan II secretly hoped for a boy to carry on the family business. Overjoyed when his loving wife delivered a strong, healthy son, the man wasted little time in grooming Stanley III (or little Stosh) for a future in hammers, nails, tape measures and saw dust. Young Stosh fell right into his birthright and, for a while there, it was all three generations of Wojiewicz men raising houses---until Stosh's granddad died quietly and painlessly of natural causes.
Even at a young age Stosh loved---almost craved---the physical labor. He thoroughly enjoyed the company of all the other workmen doing the things men do: sweating and swearing and talkin' about broads and baseball while they put up a house. He built muscles he'd never known he'd had and acquired a year round tan from spending so much time out of doors. Utterly exhausted at the end of the day, he'd shower, don a pair of jockey shorts, sprawl across the bed and quickly fall into a deep tit-and-cunt-filled slumber.
At nineteen years of age he married Isabella, a pretty girl from a couple towns over. Isabella loved to fuck---and so did testosterone-enhanced Stosh. It wasn't as if he hadn't already gotten his fair share of pussy; hanging out with some of the guys at the local tavern he'd ended up in the beds of more'n one prostytutka almost from the time he was sixteen. But Stosh was looking for more permanent pussy. Over the years he figured their marriage had been as good as anyone else's, except for one major disappointment: Isabella never managed to produce a son. Instead, they'd had three girls. Lovely girls. But corki, all the same. Certainly he loved them dearly, but Stosh always missed that special bond between father and son---same as he'd had with his own Ojciec. When his father suffered a debilitating stroke and was confined to a nursing home, Stosh became almost desperate for the company of another man to relate to. Which is why he always employed a couple of young guys, roughly about the age he figured his son might be. He taught them the ropes much as his own father had---and his grandfather before him. Most times they were gone after only a few months; no one could keep up with the stamina and vigor of workhorse Stosh.
The handsome twenty-four year old newlywed, tow-headed Kyle, had been with him the longest; close to three years. Sweating, straining and laboring beside one another, the two had created a fairly strong bond. Kyle became the son Stosh never had and Stosh was the good older buddy and father figure Kyle rarely had in his young life; his own dad had deserted the family years before. Kyle took many a dinner with the family at the Wojiewicz home, drank beer and watched the game with Stosh in the ultra-macho wood paneled den and annually joined the older man in a week-long hunting getaway up near the Canadian border. Stosh was the one to stand up beside the kid on his wedding day last spring and felt a lump of regret lodge in his throat when he realized, in some way, he was losing his only "son". They remained close, but the marriage had definitely altered things. Rather than going out for a few beers and shooting darts with his buddy/boss after the work day, Kyle now high-tailed it home to his new bride---which was just as it should be.
Not that he was lonely or completely without friends. He'd lived in the same neighborhood for nearly twenty years and, over that time, developed friendships with several guys around his age on the block. He even maintained close contact with an old high school buddy, who lived less than an hour away. At 44 years of age, Stosh was still a ruggedly good-looking, well-built man who was the subject of more than one local housewife's fantasies. He only wished that his wife was half as interested in him as some of her girlfriends. It seemed that with the birth of each child, her once unquenchable interest in sex diminished, until now they averaged about six times out of the year. Stosh was a bull; he needed sex. So, at least twice a month, he procured the oral services of a dancer at the strip club he often visited with Kyle after a long, hot day of laying 2 X 4's and dry wall. Damn, he truly missed hanging out with that kid! Buddies and hookers were one thing, but doing guy stuff with the young man who'd become his surrogate son was what Stosh enjoyed the most.
The new kid, the twenty-year old Giagianno buck, looked like he might fit the bill real well. Although the dark-haired, muscular boy had only been with the contractors a couple of months, Stosh had a good feeling about him. Joey Giagianno was one damned aggressive laborer, working himself at maximum potential even through a drenching sweat. It was Stosh's good fortune that young Joey was unexpectedly thrown into the ranks of unemployment earlier that summer when his employers went "belly up". The ethnically good-looking Italian/Hispanic had planned to "tie the knot" in late winter and was desperate for a well-paying, long-term job. Stosh detected some of his own youthful toughness in the eager applicant and wisely decided to give him a chance. Joey'd obviously spent more time on the ball fields than in the class room, but what he lacked in book smarts he more than made up for in stamina and good old-fashioned work ethnics. Stosh was duly impressed with Joey, taking him under his wing from the start and teaching him the ropes. If the youth hadn't already been engaged, Stosh would have eagerly introduced him to one of his three daughters---same as he'd earlier tried to do with Ky. How he wished one of the girls would find a husband already, providing him with much-needed son-in-law companionship.
But all these things were far from Stosh's mind that hot, sunny morning when half his crew turned out to be no-shows. Kyle and Joey had driven out to the site with him in the Wojiewicz & Son truck; the two twenty-something-year-old Mexicans were using their own transportation---a rusted old gas-eating pick-up that was burnin' oil like a sonofabitch and backfiring like a fuckin' cannon. They'd been doing pretty damned good with the job up to this point---in fact, were ahead of schedule. The entire frame of the two-story structure was pretty much assembled and, with a little more work near the roof they were fairly close to slapping up some drywall. With five pairs of hands the company stood a good chance of finishing up within the week, clearing the way for the roofers to take over and lay down shingles. Losing a major part of his team would cause serious setbacks and result in forcing them to work until sundown.
Cursing loudly, Stosh busied himself measuring and sawing while the two younger men worked at banging up some outer walls to the front of the structure. By nine o'clock they'd already worked up a sweat and had pretty much given up hope of the two missing Mexicans ever showing up. Stosh had lost his pale blue work shirt and was working in a "wife-beater" T, which amply showed off his hard musculature. Pulling a handkerchief from the back pocket of his worn, knee-length jean shorts, Stosh lifted his cap and mopped the bald pate of his head. He'd lost that fine, light-brown hair from the front and top of his head years ago---just like his father and grandfather---and kept the sides and back buzzed real close. It certainly hadn't detracted from his rugged, macho appearance; back then, when she was still interested, Isabella commented that it only served to make him look sexier. Then, as if to prove the point, she'd proceeded to give him an award-winning blow job. Ah, those were the days!
Stripping an old, stained sleeveless "T" from his tight, compact body and stuffing it into the back of his cut-off jeans so that it hung like a tail, Kyle nodded towards Stosh and addressed Joey. "Bet he's more pissed off at himself than them Mexicans. Stosh is a good man, but he shouldn't have bitched 'em out the way he did yesterday---and he knows it."
"Yeah, Dude, I hear ya," Joey responded, likewise removing the sweat-dampened tank-T from his muscular torso and dabbing at his moist, hairy armpits. "Those motherfuckers ain't comin' back after the way he went off on 'em. Not that they didn't deserve it. But they don't give a fuck; they ain't like you and me---they weren't plannin' to stick around for long anyways."
"Temporary help fuckin' sucks," the lighter-haired man muttered as he lifted another sheet of dry wall for Joey to nail into place.
Steaming in his own juices, Stosh wouldn't allow himself the possibility that losing his temper with Juan and Carlos (or was it Javier and Chico? or maybe Ramon and Rico? who the hell knew for sure) was the cause of their non-appearance. More'n likely those fuckin' Mexicans got themselves all tanked up on some cheap Tequila, had double-banged some two bit whore and were sleepin' it off in her rumpled bed while him and the boys were sweatin' their asses off.
And that's when it hit him like a lightning bolt straight out of the sky hittin' him square in the asshole! Stosh shot up straight, his pale blue eyes wide and focused ahead with sudden revelation. That had to be it; it had nuthin to do with him verbally blasting the two bastards for their fuck-up! It was that goddamn piece of shit truck that they drove around in. The junk piece of metal must've broken down on the way from (where the hell was it they lived)---Bound Brook, he thought. And he knew damned well the poor slobs had no fuckin' cell phone with which to call him and let Stosh know what the hell was goin' on. Turning off the blade saw, he reached deep in his pocket for the truck keys.
"Hey, boys," he shouted over to the two shirtless studs. "I'm goin' to take a drive out to the highway and see if maybe those two fuckers broke down in that heap o' shit of theirs. There's sodas and water in the cooler, so take yourselves a break. It's damned hot out here today." Hastily jumping into the truck, certain he was right, Stosh peeled out of the construction site leaving a cloud of dust in the air behind him.
Kyle and Joey looked at each other knowingly.
"He ain't gonna find those fuckers; he's just kiddin' himself," Kyle said, yanking the damp bandana from his head and running a hand over his military-style buzz cut.
Fingering the hollow between his sweat-sheened, prominent pecs, Joey agreed, "No fuckin' way."
"If it weren't such cheap labor, Stoshie wouldn't be hiring those greasy fucks," Kyle said, absently scratching at his nuts.
Joey winked, hocking a wad of spit on to the upturned ground in front of him. "Guess that's how he can afford to pay us the big bucks."
Smiling widely, Kyle slapped Joey on one strong, rounded shoulder. "You ain't near as dumb as you look, Joey-boy. No wonder Stoshie took a liking to you."
"Fuck you!" Joey grinned, removing his cap to run a hand through his thick, medium-length hair and then replacing it so that the bill was in back. "Besides, you're the one that's his boy."
"Yeah, Stoshie's been like a father to me," Kyle replied, suddenly looking very serious. "There ain't nuthin' I wouldn't do for that man." Then, realizing he'd grown maudlin, Kyle smiled again and nodded toward the big tree providing shade for their cooler. "C'mon, let's get somethin' to drink. I'm dry as all hell."
Both hunky young men squatted by the cooler in the shade of the big tree. Kyle's mid-thigh cut-offs rode even higher up his bronzed legs, causing him to cup his crotch and rearrange his package. Either the guy had a week's supply of those faded, tattered cut-offs or else he wore the same damned ones every day. Joey, whose oversized cotton drawstring shorts billowed around his knees, had often considered ribbing Kyle about being some kind of fruit for wearing his shorts so damned high up on the leg but opted to keep his mouth shut (being the new kid on the block and all).
Skimming some of the surface ice cubes aside, Kyle rummaged through the tightly packed cooler. "Sodas . . . bottled water . . . HOLY SHIT! . . . He's even got some beers in here!"
"FUCKIN-A!" Joey shouted, slapping calloused hands with his work partner in an energetic "high five". "A brew would go down real nice in this fucking heat!"
Kyle shook his blond head. "Nah, you know Stosh don't go for drinking on the job. He prob'ly planned to spring it on us at the end of the day. Kind of like a reward for a hard day's work. We better stick to the softer stuff for now."
Joey settled on a can of soda, while Kyle selected a plastic bottle of spring water. Popping the tab, Joey took a long drag of the refreshingly cool caramel drink and headed back towards the house with Kyle following directly behind him. They walked the ramp up into the framed-out structure, dirt-caked work boots chugging on the raw piece of plywood, and made their way through the maze of 2 X 4's to the front corner of the house. There the dry wall they had just secured helped to block the late morning sun while they relaxed and finished their drinks. Kyle leaned against a tall support beam while Joey straddled a "saw horse", his thick, hairy legs planted to either side.
Chugging the remaining quarter of his water bottle, Kyle wiped his mouth with the back of a hand and tossed the empty container through the yawning window opening. Then, once again, he reached down towards his denim-covered crotch and hefted his equipment.
"What's up with you, dude?" Joey asked, stretching out the muscular arm holding the soda can and pointing at the other man's lower extremities. "You been playin' wit' yourself all friggin' morning."
Kyle looked at Joey for a moment before pushing his tall, bronzed body away from the post and crossing over to the window. Spitting into a dirt mound, he placed both hands on the ledge and leaned against it, his back towards the other man and absently staring up at the clear blue sky. "Fuckin' Brenda's been on the rag for the past week and I ain't been getting nuthin'." Then, suddenly turning back to face his partner, he groped himself. "I tell ya, Joey, I been so damned horny I been thinkin' about joinin' Stosh in one of them flop houses he goes to sometimes and getting myself a piece. But that'd be cheatin' on Bren, and I don't wanna do that."
Crunching the aluminum soda can in one hand, Joey dropped it to the floor and, gripping the edges of the sawhorse, leaned back with thick legs crossed at the ankles and sprawled out in front of him. "How come you don't get her to give you a blow job, dude?"
Kyle guffawed. "What? Are you kiddin'? My wife take a dick in her mouth? She thinks it's sick."
"Fuck, dude," Joey said, "I never though about it before, but I sure hope my Tracy sucks dick. There ain't nuthin' like a good blow job."
Kyle knitted one blond brow. "Ya mean, you don't know if the broad you're marryin' gives head? Fuck, I knew from our first date that Brenda only took it in the pussy."
Joey leaned forward and, resting strong forearms on thick legs, clasped his big hands together and sheepishly looked down at the unfinished floor. "Kim won't do sex until after we're married," he quietly admitted.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Kyle bellowed, astonished at the young man's admission. "And I thought I had it bad. Damn, Joey, now I know where you get them calluses on your palms from."
Joey smirked. "Hey, it ain't all that bad. There's other ways for a guy to get himself off. I just can't wait to be able to do it with my girl, that's all."
"Shit, I hear that!" Kyle exclaimed and proceeded to---yet again---shift his gonads.
Having caught the other man's actions, Joey lifted big brown eyes to look him in the face and innocently asked, "So, you want for me to take care of you?"
Kyle's baby blues flared as an incredulous look cast over his handsome face---and then he broke out into a roaring laughter. "Almost had me there for a minute, dude. You? Macho sport's jock, a cocksucker? Nice try, but it just don't fly, buddy."
With a non-chalant smirk, Joey rose to his feet. Elbows tucked in at his trim waist, arms reaching out to the sides with palms facing heavenward, he made an over-exaggerated shrug. "Hey, it's nuthin'!"
Kyle's prominent adam's apple rose and fell heavily. "I-I just---I mean, I woulda never taken you for a queer."
"Nuthin' queer about it unless dick is all you want to do," Joey scoffed, his thick athletic legs slowly propelling him towards the other man. "I like pussy, too. Just can't get any right now---same as you. A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do, know what I'm sayin'?"
Kyle tried to back away from the advancing stud pup, but two steps had him flat against the sidewall. Sweat broke out on his wide brow as Joey came right up on him and reached for the clasp of his shorts with thick, stubby, dirty-nailed fingers.
"Guys are a lot more fun to hang out with, anyways," Joey was saying in his deeply masculine tone, his hot breath washing over Kyle's incredulous face. "All women wanna do is talk about stuff; guys like doin' stuff together." He'd unfastened the top button of those much washed, mid-thigh shorts and was now grasping the zipper between thick thumb and index finger while Kyle visibly trembled. "We shoot hoops, play a little football, spend all day fishin'..." He'd worked the zipper all the way down and, flexing his abundant arm muscles, hooked thumbs into the sides of the loosened shorts. "We go campin'---not the sissified women's type of campin'---we like ta rough it. You like to rough it, Ky?"
"Y-Yea-Yeah," Kyle hastily nodded, rooted to the spot while rivulets of nervous sweat poured down his face and over his tightly compact body. Joey slid the shorts down the blond stud's impressive thighs, letting them fall around ankle-high Timberland steel-toes. Under his shorts, Kyle was wearing a standard, soiled mesh jock strap. Joey's fingers glided under the wide waist band of the jock and playfully circled the hem, aware that Kyle's cock was increasingly hardening within the pouch.
"Guys can do stuff with other guys and women don' have to know nuthin' about it," Joey reasoned, his voice unconsciously becoming more and more seductive. "And buddies---hell, they don't ask for nuthin' in return." Pulling the jock away and down, he released Kyle's neglected appendage and squatted in front of the other man as he dragged the strap down to join those tattered shorts.
Kyle had a nice, healthy piece swinging between his legs---somewhere between seven to eight inches of mature, beautifully cut cock. Joey quickly grabbed hold of that low-hanging, down-covered nutsac, successfully pulling the rock-hard piece of man meat towards him and swiftly gulped at least three-quarters of the fucker down his gullet. Kyle let out an astonished moan, but did nothing to stop Joey from feasting on his juicy throbber. Joey gorged himself on the sweaty cock, bobbing back and forth and face-fucking the tasty piece. His wet mouth made sloppy, slurping sounds as he hungrily devoured the blue-collar beefstick. Casting a glance upward, he was pleased to observe Kyle watching him through half-mast, sex-glazed eyes.
Coming off the meaty fucker, Joey proceeded to wash all his spittle from the tasty man cock. Like a feline cleaning its young, his hot tongue licked the entire surface of Kyle's smooth, hard shaft, circling the swollen glans and gliding over a meaty, perfectly shaped mushroom head. Tasting the clear pre-cum, which had begun to leak from sexually aroused Kyle's piss-hole, Joey moaned excitedly and greedily lapped up the tasty treat. Much as he tried, Joey couldn't keep up with the steady flow of succulent straight man syrup. Even Kyle was astonished by the amount of leakage draining from his pecker; he'd never produced so much goo even when he was a highly charged teen feelin' up the head cheerleader after a winning football game!
Covering the tender dickhead with his mouth, Joey locked full, puffy cocksucker's lips under the thick rubbery rim and enthusiastically sucked on the soaked knob. The tip of his talented tongue dug between the meaty folds of Kyle's piss hole, coaxing another hot wave of salty pre-cum to flavor his palate.
"Fuck, yeah, Joey! That feels so fuckin' good," Kyle moaned in a low, grizzled tone. Joey grunted his response as his mouth muscle swirled around and over the spit-polished helmet. Reaching around the blond stud, he clamped his hands onto Kyle's buttocks, kneading the dimpled, pear-shaped mounds and running his thick, stubby fingers through the down-covered crack of his ass. Flexing young arm muscles, Joey pulled the man closer to him and allowed more and more hot cock to pass between his luscious, pink lips and over his tongue until it nudged at the back of his wet throat. And then, with a loud bestial grunt, Joey lunged, swallowing the entire length of Kyle's organ down his throat!
"Goddamn!" Kyle bellowed, his baby blues shooting wide open. The hunky twenty-year-old's nose was buried in his fragrant, manly bush and his lips were locked around the thick base, making little sucking motions while dick drool leaked from the sides of his over-stuffed mouth.
Flipping the cap from Joey's head, Kyle grabbed fistfuls of dark, sweaty hair and began moving his pelvis, fucking the ethnic stud's handsome face. As the big, tasty dick pumped in and out of his mouth, Joey pressed his tongue up against the underside of the wicked throbber, causing Kyle to quiver in his work boots. In short order, Kyle's thrusts grew quicker, more demanding and almost unmerciful as he forcefully pumped his meat straight down Joey's throat. Sensing the man's ball bag beginning to tighten, and fearful Kyle would cum too soon, Joey quickly grasped the shaft on the outstroke and extricated himself from the horny dick. Kyle, panting like a race horse with sweat dripping from his brow, looked down at Joey with obvious frustration. Slowly pumping the dripping wet cock stalk with one calloused fist, Joey met Kyle's hurt gaze.
"So, you wanna do me now?"
Kyle's blue eyes widened and his blond brows furrowed. "Whaaaaaaaaat?!?! I don't know nuthin' about suckin' cock!"
"It's fuckin' easy," Joey told him, all the while slowly and seductively stroking the other man's hard-on. "Ya gotta think of it like --- like an ice cream cone --- an ice cream cone on a real hot day that's drippin' all over the place --- and you don't want none of that drip to hit the ground, so you lick it and slurp it and cover it with your mouth to try and keep it nice and hard and firm." Kyle still looked uncertain, so he added, "Besides, if you do me I'll let ya fuck me up the ass."
Kyle's eyes bugged once again. "YOU . . . GET . . . FUCKED?????"
Joey shrugged. "Sometimes. It feels real fuckin' good, too. So what do you say, Ky, you gonna blow me or what?"
While Kyle stood there trying to fathom this latest revelation, Joey rose from the floor and walked back towards the sawhorse while he untied the drawstring from around his waist. Kicking off shorts and briefs, he placed them across the horse and sat his fine, bubbled butt down facing Kyle while stroking his fat, full-veined seven-plus inches.
"C'mon, Ky, just suck me for a little bit," Joey coaxed. "Nobody has to know."
Kyle's heavy boots dragged across the floorboards as he gingerly approached the muscular, naked hunk. Steadying himself by placing his hands on Joey's wide-spread, tree-trunk sized thighs, he slowly squatted between the V of the other man's legs. The first thing he noticed was the strangely arousing, musky aroma emanating from Joey's steamy crotch. It flooded his nostrils and excited him in a manner he found strangely intoxicating. Studying Joey's dick as if he had never seen one before, Kyle was impressed by the girth of the younger man's fuck tool. From an already thick root, Joey's young gun swelled nearly to the size of Kyle's wrist at midriff, narrowing again just before his hugely impressive plum-sized, pussy-wrecking cockhead. A network of thick, blue-blooded veins rapidly pulsed just beneath the surface of the fat, meaty shaft.
Kyle, who had never touched another man's dick (nor had any inclination to do so), suddenly found himself wanting to wrap his fingers around that huge slab of beef and feel the texture of it in the palm of his sweaty hand. Mere inches in front of him was an enviable man cock desirous of his touch, practically begging to be fondled. Straight Kyle began to experience the thrill of a pleasure he had never before cared---or dared---to experience.
Tentatively he stretched out an arm, abruptly halting in a wavering final moment of indecision. Then, casting aside his inhibitions and allowing primal lust to take over, Kyle took hold of Joey's sex tool. Joey placed his big hand atop Kyle's and squeezed, forcing the heat from his succulent sausage to radiate against Kyle's quivering palm. Their eyes met, sparks of forbidden sexual electricity filling the short distance between them. Joey began to move Kyle's hand along the hotly pulsing surface of his fat, steely shaft. Slowly up to the thick, rubbery ridge of his bulbous cock head they traveled and again down to the wealth of dark pubic hair surrounding his pelvis. After guiding him on a few obligatory runs, Joey released Kyle's hand and let him do the work on his own. With each stroke Kyle grew less apprehensive and soon was relaxed enough to jerk Joey's cock as if it were his own.
Joey watched excitedly as Kyle manhandled his hot joint. The guy was really getting into it, working him from all different angles and running his blunt fingertips all over the surface of the massive cock head. When the ride started to get dry, Kyle spat a lugger onto the shaft and created a more slick, slippery surface. Soon Joey was providing the lube all by himself. His deep piss slit yawned open and a surge of pre-cum pulsed out, oozing down the dome and dripping onto the length of Joey's shaft. Kyle felt a new yearning flare inside him as he ceased stroking to observe the free-flowing sauce make its slow downward journey. Swallowing hard, he leaned in and pressed his tongue against the thick vein on the underside of Joey's wet, dripping sex and made one long swipe upwards. At the top he circled Joey's ridge, much as the younger stud had done to him, and licked all over the surface of that fat, leaking mushroom. The dick drool tasted strangely curious in his mouth, but not at all bad. He found himself actually enjoying sampling the seed of another man and, hoping to produce even more, engulfed the plum-sized cock head in his mouth.
Running his tongue over the huge glans, straight Kyle determinedly lapped up all the tasty love juice. There was a part of him that couldn't believe what he was doing; yet there was an even larger part of him that was uncontrollably aroused. Having sex with his wife was nice, romantic and loving but getting down with Joey was decidedly rougher, tougher and downright nasty. He felt like he was back in high school, grappling about on the wrestling mat with his equally athletic opponent, unintentionally groping muscular thighs, tight asses and full crotches, slapping body parts together and sharing teen sweat. Having Joey's pre-cum tease his taste buds and mix with his own saliva was like savoring some forbidden fruit; like taking the plunge and joining Stoshie at the flophouse for a few beers after work---and then convincing Brenda he'd come straight home.
Growing even more adventurous, he gulped the giant dick head deeper into his warm oral cavern and nibbled further down Joey's heated shaft. Hefting the stud's dinosaur-sized ball bag in the palm of one hand, he milked the base with the other while his mouth continued to experiment. Kyle had obviously never sucked cock before, but he certainly wasn't bad for a beginner. Joey did nothing to coach or give him hints and suggestions; he allowed Kyle to follow his own course in cock sucking. It thoroughly aroused him to observe the virgin to man-sex hungrily devouring his equipment. Only successful in going half way down the shaft, the blond was forced to stop at that bulging midriff when he could stretch his jaws no further and thought sure he would choke on the pulsating fucker. But valiantly he tried---until Joey, eyeing Kyle's rock hard prick leaking ribbons of pre-cum on the raw floor, finally grabbed him by the sides of the head and forcibly tore him off the cock.
"Okay, dude, you can fuck me now," he announced, looking straight into Kyle's lust filled, blue eyes.
As Kyle rose from his crouch on the dirty, dusty floor, Joey changed his positioning. Turning his back on the sexed-up construction worker, Joey planted his hairy, lumberjack legs widely apart and bent over from the waist. Gripping the crude, wooden sawhorse with dirt-stained hands, his elbows were up, forcing those heavily muscled arms to stand outwards to either side of his rounded shoulders and expose his dripping, hairy man pits. Joey invitingly thrust his firm, bubbled ass out to the other man, who took himself in hand and stepped up to the husky sex god.
Joey's ass cheeks were like twin melons---round and hard---and jutted outwards like those of a pro-football player in uniform. Kyle bet his bottom dollar that the guy could crack walnuts between those two orbs of human granite. The perfect roundness of them created a nice, deep hair-lined crevice from which Joey's pink pucker peeked out.
"What're you waitin' for?" Joey complained, looking back over one shoulder. "Shove that thing in there and throw me a fuck!"
Between the combined sweat of their drenched bodies and the jizz continually oozing from Kyle's overly excited prick, there was little need for additional lubrication. Lining his cock head up with the fleshy, wrinkled hole, Kyle prepared for his very first man fuck. As he squeezed his sweet meat against the rubbery folds of the darker man's ass pucker, Joey reared up against him and quickly buried better than half of the fuck muscle inside his man pussy. Kyle let out a surprised sigh as a delicious heat engulfed his shank. With the tight hole firmly gripping his dick, Kyle grasped Joey by the hips and began pumping in and out of him, sinking more cock up his fiery snatch with each thrust. Being a first timer to ass fucking, Kyle was taking his time in getting to know the territory. Pulling back all the way to let Joey's tight pucker tickle his sensitive head, and then slowly and steadily sinking it back in, right down to the balls. He could feel every slick membrane that lined Joey's asshole skidding along the surface of his married man's meat, prompting him to speed up the tempo.
"Fuck, Joey! Your hot ass is better'n pussy!" he gasped as he bucked harder against the younger man.
"That ain't no pussy, Ky," Joey grunted as the domed head punched into his guts. "You can do it harder . . . do it as hard as ya want, Dude!"
Faster, Kyle pounded into him, giving Joey exactly what he'd asked for. His cock plunged through the soft fuck tunnel, while Joey did his best to massage the torpedo with his experienced shit chute. Kyle was going along at full fucking speed, ricocheting off the ethnic man's prostate and making him swear like a sailor when abruptly he slowed the pace. Resuming a slower fuck, Kyle lowered his chest onto Joey's sweaty back and encircled the other man in his arms. His hands roamed over Joey's taut torso and mounded pectorals, up over the front of his strongly rounded shoulders and through the dense growth of his damp armpits. His lips traced a wet, sloppy line along the nape of young Joey's neck as, for the first time in his life, he really felt the body of another man. Joey, who normally liked a good, hard fuck, didn't seem to mind at all. He was sighing like a high school virgin in the back seat of a quarterback's car, albeit in a much deeper monotone, as Kyle's rough hands caressed his hard body and toyed with his plump nipples.
Such was the sight that caught Stosh's eye as he quietly rolled his truck down the makeshift dirt drive and onto the job site. His wide jaw dropped faster than a runaway elevator when he saw his two boys buck naked and fucking like rabbits. They were going at it so hot and heavy that they hadn't even heard him drive up. His piercing blue eyes never left their writhing bodies as he stepped out of the truck, not even bothering to close the door, and determinedly advanced on the bawdy scene. He'd thought sure his work boots stepping onto the unfinished floor boards would give him away as he maneuvered himself into the structure from behind them. Kyle had called an end to their tender explorations and was now back to punching hunky Joey fast and hard. Stosh stood behind them for a few moments taking in the unanticipated action through incredulous eyes. His orbs roamed over the dripping back view of young Kyle, almost admiring the way his taut ass cheeks dimpled each time he sent his dick back into the shitter of the other boy. Unsnapping the top of his shorts, he moved around the grunting sex pigs and approached the opposite side of the straining sawhorse.
Kyle was the first to be aware of Stosh's return. He froze with his hot rod completely buried between Joey's juicy melons and felt a wave of cold fear wash over him. He tried to address the older man, his mentor, but at that particular moment Joey's ass muscles squeezed his throbbing shaft, causing Kyle's eyelids to flutter and a low moan to issue from his wet lips rather than an explanation for their actions.
"So you boys have decided to take an early lunch break," Stosh taunted accusingly. Joey's head shot up the moment he heard the other man's accent, even more surprised to find his employer standing right in front of him. He'd barely had time to process the turn of events when Stosh hastily dropped his shorts and boxers around his ankles and released nine inches of hard, uncut Polish sausage. Blue and brown eyes widened as they gauged the thickness and musculature of the man tool. Holding the base of his swaying wand, Stosh heavily slapped it back and forth against the sides of Joey's face. On the third run, Joey managed to catch the fleshy head between his thick lips and greedily gulped it into his mouth. His tongue worked the heavy foreskin along the top of the shaft as he set in to sucking on the exposed dome.
Kyle still remained rooted to the spot, not daring to believe anything he was witnessing. Stoshie was the most macho man he knew, a family man with a wife of many years and three grown daughters. He was a rough and tumble kind of guy, a real man's man. When he didn't get any pussy at home, he was buying blow jobs off exotic dancers. He was a bear to work for, but a supportive friend to have. Could it be that same man who was now feeding his blazing hard-on to young, eager Joey Giagianno?
"What's the matter with you, boy?" Stosh scowled at Kyle as he grabbed a fistful of Joey's hair and began pumping his rod into the cock sucker's mouth. "You need to be taught how to fuck? Go on and tear up that ass!"
Stosh's demanding blue eyes convinced Kyle to resume his taking of Joey's fuckable bubbled butt. Young Kyle had never had such a good, tight fuck before and he really didn't want it to end, but Stoshie's addition to the equation had definitely put a slant on things. Looking across Joey's strong, smooth back at the older man diligently fucking the other hunk's mouth, Kyle found himself gaining a new appreciation for his boss. Stosh was definitely a stud, even for an older man. He had strong cheekbones, a powerful jaw line and a deep, sexy cleft marking his chin. His high forehead was likewise marked with several deep creases---worry lines, his wife had called them. And constant exposure to the sun had created some fine wrinkles around the corners of his crystal blue eyes. His body was hard and muscular from all the physical labor he'd endured since the time he was a teen; even all the beer he sometimes consumed had done nothing to soften his rock-hard gut. His heavy forearms were covered with brownish hair, as was his naked, sweaty torso. Kyle unabashedly observed the two dark pink, hardened man tits poking out from the swirls of hair on his impressive chest. His big shoulders and bulging biceps, the right bearing a heart tattoo with his wife's name, were crafted from years of hard work; Stoshie never had to work out like the white-collar types did, his beef was built on the job.
Joey was grunting like a little pig as Stosh pumped the full nine inches down his throat and out his mouth. The Polish stud fucked his face without mercy, thrusting his pelvis at full throttle and banging hell out of Joey's tonsils. His huge, swinging ball bag slammed against Joey's chin and his full, wiry bush smothered the boy's nose with each determined assault. Joey sucked at the big meat using all the muscles in his throat and managed a quick lap job of the uncircumcised head before Stosh plunged the entire package straight down his gullet once again. The big, powerful man was liberally coating his oral channel with the tangiest tasting pre-cum Joey had ever sampled---and cock slut Joey was thoroughly enjoying the rough mouth fuck!
Busy as he was with the hot dick in his mouth, Joey failed to neglect Kyle's pistoning love tool. He was wriggling his shapely hips from side to side, alternately wrapping his hot, wet insides around the withdrawing pecker and then yielding as it speared into him. Releasing one hand from Joey's thick, sweaty hair, Stosh reached across the double duty boy and grabbed hold of one of Kyle's protruding pink nipples. Kyle sighed deeply as the big man rolled the sensitive nub between his thick thumb and index finger. He thought sure he was going to blow his load when the other hand proceeded to grasp him around the back of the neck and pull their faces together. Stosh planted his lips on Kyle and gave him a deep, wet kiss, filling the younger man's mouth with his tongue. Kyle instinctively brought his hands to the back of Stosh's head, caressing his sweat-caked, bull's neck and running them over his broad shoulders.
"Let me at him," Stosh breathed hotly into Kyle's ear.
Joey's mouth was hanging widely open, his thick lips puckered out and anticipating the big delicious cock's next assault---but Stosh was moving away from him. Still gripping the sawhorse for support, Joey looked over one rounded shoulder as Kyle slipped his dick out of his asshole and stepped aside. As Stosh moved into his spot Kyle turned to take his former place at Joey's sweet mouth. A big hairy-knuckled hand reached out to grasp him by the wrist and pull him back.
"The way I'm gonna fuck him, he's gonna need somethin' to anchor him down," Stosh told him, blue eyes twinkling when he heard the delighted moan from Joey. Pointing towards Joey's back, he continued, "I want you up there." Kyle hoisted himself up over Joey's prone body and sat his warm, naked ass directly across the stud muffin's powerful shoulders. Spread-eagled, his smooth legs dangling to either side of the boy, his hard cock arced up from his groin and tapped at his torso. Flexing young muscles, the cords in Joey's arms stood out as he fought for a place to carry the dead weight.
Stosh slapped his palm against Joey's right butt check, then the left. The smacks continued, sounding loudly in the skeleton frame of the house. Joey had sucked his thick lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it each time Stosh's hand fell. He was certain the man was leaving his mark on those swelled balloons, but nevertheless Joey's brown eyes were rolling upwards in ecstasy each time the big hand made contact with his burning skin. Detecting the slut boy's big dangling ball bag retracting towards his body, Stosh went into overdrive, literally wailing away on Joey's ass. Kyle almost felt sorry for poor Joey, although the whole scene had caused him to resume oozing pre-cum like a fractured dam. As Stosh ass-whipped him into orgasm, Joey nearly lost his hold on the sawhorse---which would have sent both him and Kyle crashing to the floor in a mass of naked limbs. Rocket blasts of thick, creamy cum exploded from Joey's dick and rained all over the floor in front of him.
Joey had barely finished blowing his load when Stosh spread those fiery red ass melons with both hands and worked his big thumbs into the boy's fuck button. Moving them around inside him, he crudely spread the hole wide open until he had a view of the dark, red tunnel. Ordering Kyle to lean down and hold the boy open for him, Stosh spit gobs of saliva onto his huge pecker and fisted himself to slickness. With both hands grasped around the root, he positioned the uncut monster in line with Joey's gaping asshole and swiftly punched it in. The gigantic torpedo slammed all the way through Joey's rectum and bottomed out somewhere deep inside him. Joey let out a gut-wrenching groan, and then quickly sucked in his breath when the thing was immediately ripped out of him. His ass hole reflexively tried to clamp shut when the big dick hastily exited, but Kyle had four fingers from each hand lewdly holding him open. Stosh spit another juicy gob onto himself, buffed it up and drove back in. Again and again he punch-fucked the hot, open ass, his lips curled in a sexy sneer listening to each of Joey's masculine moans.
Stosh's cock was like a human battering ram---and Joey was taking each blow dead on. Just when he began to think that his ass was going to be permanently stretched into pussy, Stosh pulled Kyle's hands away from the pup. As those hot, stretched ass lips slowly reshaped and kissed the hairy-chested man's shank, Kyle leaned back on Joey's tight body and watched with keen interest as Stosh proceeded to powerfully fuck the young stud.
Taking the baby butch bottom by the hips, Stosh pulled Joey back hard against his loins and ferociously slammed his cock home. Fucking Joey hard and fast, his darkly dense crotch pounded against the boy's tailbone with each wild thrust. Back-handing one, then the other, of Joey's stinging buns, he was rewarded with a husky cry and a pleasurable cock squeeze as Joey's stuffed chute automatically tightened around him. Finding that the technique worked well, Stosh took to smacking him every time Joey's hole got a little loose. After awhile he began to wonder if the macho cock hound was loosening his grip on purpose just so's he'd get another cracking on his wet, talented ass.
"FUCK, YEAH!" Joey shouted out. "Fuck me hard, Dude! Feels so fuckin' good! OH, YEAH, THAT'S IT! Big fuckin' cock! Drill me deep! Drill that tight ass deep! OH, FUCK, YEAH!"
Stosh became even more aroused by the trashy language issuing from Joey's succulent lips. He hadn't heard such talk since that hooker he'd had in Singapore when he did a short stint with the Navy. Showing his appreciation, Stosh revved up the tempo and banged Joey's prostate with increased intensity.
And then Kyle got vocal. "Fuck him hard, Stoshie! Pound that cock up his fuckin' ass! Fuckin' guy loves it!"
Failing to lose a fuck beat, Stosh leaned over and started sucking on Kyle's swollen cock head.
"Stoshie!" the blond exclaimed in complete surprise, but soon enough he was ooh-ing "fuck, yeah's" as Stosh's slick tongue caressed his hot knob and tickled his piss hole. Stosh hadn't sucked another guy's dick, or fucked man ass, since that long ago time he'd experimented with another drunken horny recruit in the Navy. They'd had a pretty damned good time that once---and never spoke of it thereafter. This time around Stosh was stone cold sober and hornier than he'd ever been. The two boys had no idea what they'd started when they decided to take an unauthorized fuck break.
Swirling this tongue over the smooth dick head, Stosh lapped up the surging ball slop. With one final swipe he came up to take Kyle by the side of his face. Sanding the creamy opposite cheek with his scruff, he licked the surface of Kyle's upper lip, then sexily bit the lower one and sucked it into his mouth to tenderly chew on it. Losing all control, Kyle grabbed hold of Stosh's balding head, smashed their mouths together and, filling his mouth with tongue, kissed the older man feverishly.
Yanking his dripping dipstick from Joey's well-fucked pucker, Stosh took Kyle by a work-toned bicep and assisted him off the younger man's shoulder blades. Slapping Joey on the rump one more time he ordered, "Up, boy! Kyle's turn to get riddin'."
Kyle stepped back, his hands outstretched protectively. "Whoah, Stoshie! I don't get dicked!"
"Sure ya do, son." Nodding toward Joey, who had reluctantly given up his place at the sawhorse, he continued, "Big surprise to me, but that one's pussy's been fucked a lot, so's I knew he could handle a hard fuck. But I promise you, boy, I won't be near so rough on your cherry hole. Not this time, anyways."
"I-I dunno, Stoshie." Kyle remained uncertain.
Bringing one strong, corded forearm up over Kyle's shoulder, he massaged the back of the blond boy's neck between his thick fingers. His other hand was busily rubbing one of those pert, hard nipples on Kyle's smooth, bronzed chest. "You know how I feel about you---like as if you were my own," Stosh said, his voice thick from the unbridled intensity of his lust. "I wouldn't do nuthin to hurt you, boy."
"Go for it, Ky!" Joey gave him an encouraging wink and nod. "The first time don't really hurt so much as you think."
The details of Joey's first time interested Stosh immensely; he was intrigued to learn how the former high school all-star had become a voracious cock whore, but there would be time for a history lesson later. At the moment he was more centered on being the man to break his surrogate son's cherry.
"Wasn't it you just got done tellin' me you'd do anything for Stosh?" Joey reminded Kyle. "Take a look at that big cock of his leakin' like a fucking faucet! Looks to me like he could sure use some help with it. Let him make a man out of you already!"
Stosh's admiration for Joey Giagianno was growing by leaps and bounds. Even after all the cock pounding he'd taken, the handsome husband-to-be still acted the macho jock. There's nobody who'd ever believe the secret sexual things young Joey was capable of unless they saw if with their own shocked eyes; the kid was a natural born bottom! Joey's future bride would never suspect her hunky husband of being a prize cock hound. Even now Joey appeared to be engaged in some kind of sexual sporting event: he'd just been benched and it was Kyle's turn at bat. After the supreme fuck he'd just had, Stosh intended to encourage Joey-G to continue his extracurricular activities after the vows of marriage were exchanged.
Shaking his head as if to clear it, Kyle teepeed calloused fingers at his temples and stared ahead with starting eyes.
"I can't fucking believe I'm doing this!" he exclaimed. The statement was barely finished when he turned his back on Stosh and reached forward for the balance of the saw horse. Joey stepped over to squat low in front of the roughly constructed horse and placed his soiled hands atop Kyles. Looking up into the newly married man's face concernedly, he acted as coach to the nervous rookie.
"Spread your legs wide.....wider....GET THEM BOOTS OUT THERE! That's it, now make a flat back. Good, Ky, you're doin' real good! Now prop that ass up in the air!"
Stosh rubbed those tight, creamy ass cheeks with rough palms and spread the down-lined crevice, whistling low at his first glance of Kyle's sweet, purplish bud. Dropping to his knees, Stosh dove head first between those sweaty, fragrant cheeks and wetly lapped at the tiny ass hole.
Kyle's eyes popped wide and his body went momentarily rigid. "HOLY FUCK! HE'S EATIN' MY ASS!"
Joey flashed a million-dollar smile and jerked his thick eyes brows dramatically. "Feels good, don't it?" Then, frowning, "Don't tell me you never had your ass hole eatin' before?"
"Nooooooooo," Kyle moaned, licking lips as the hot, probing tongue worked its way through the wrinkled folds of his pucker. "Never!"
"Shit, Ky," Joey exclaimed. "For a grown man there's sure lots you ain't done yet!"
Stosh's lips slobbered all over young Kyle's ass lips as his tongue deeply probed cherry manhole. His fat, wet tongue swirled inside the blond builder's bunghole, tickling his rectum and coating him in slick, frothy saliva. Kyle was cooing like a pigeon by the time Stoshie came up for air. Spitting thickly into the pink pucker, he first slipped in one thick finger, then two. Kyle gave a small grunt and tensed, but the moment passed quickly. Adding a third digit when he felt the taut sphincter loosen, Stosh began to move his fingers in and out of the boy, constantly lube-spitting on the puckered anus.
Convinced the tight, virgin ass was loosened and sufficiently lubed, Stosh stood and lifted his huge prick to the tiny opening and pressed against the wet, wrinkled bull's eye. Thick foreskin glided down his bloated shaft as the persistent cock-head slipped inside Kyle's quivering hole. Kyle let out a long, pained wail and clenched his muscle while his body squirmed against the massive invader.
"Push like you gotta take a shit!" Joey instructed. "Push and keep on pushin!" Gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Kyle had no choice but to follow Joey's advise. Kyle pushed---Stosh thrust---and before the younger stud realized it all nine inches of throbbing man dick were buried between his firm ass cheeks. Huffing and puffing, Kyle felt like someone had shot a rocket up his ass and left it there to detonate. Panting deeply, his eyes remained locked with Joey's as a point of focus while the other stud comforted him by tenderly running his hands over Ky's perspiration soaked head. Joey was popping major wood himself just from observing the sexy expressions playing across Kyle's handsome face throughout his deflowering. He wondered if he'd looked the same when his brother's fuck buddy took his cherry not so long ago.
"You okay, son?" Stosh asked, remaining still and allowing the virgin ass to acclimate itself to his thick, fleshy meat.
"'K," Kyle grunted bravely, although several octaves too high to be convincing.
Slowly, but persistently, Stosh pulled his organ out of the clenching hole until only his head was breaching the cherry boy's ass. Then, without a moment's hesitation, he sunk inch after inch back in until his cock hairs were pressed against Kyle's split crack. He was deliberately fucking his right-hand man slowly and methodically, spitting on his johnson with each outward thrust to keep himself well-greased. Kyle's body began to relax considerably, his ass muscles surrendering resistance and Stosh found himself able to pump the awesomely tight hole with greater ease.
"Aw fuck, Stoshie!" the blond breathed huskily. "It don't hurt near as bad anymore. Startin' to feel real good up there. HOLY FUCK! I never thought it would feel like this getting dicked!"
Joey smiled to himself, recalling only too well the bliss of ultimate submission. Confident that Kyle had successfully crossed the crucial point, the dark-haired football jock slipped under the sawhorse and crawled on hand and knee beneath Kyle's drenched body. With thick athletic legs stretched forward between Kyle's widely spread limbs, he sat his big, beautiful butt on the floorboards and sucked Kyle's cock straight down his gullet.
The sensation of another man's rod spearing through his foxhole and stuffing his shit chute like a turkey at Thanksgiving was a mind-blower for Kyle. Before that fateful September morn, the towhead had thought he'd had some good sex, but now it seemed as though he were truly learning man's ultimate pleasures for the very first time. The initial pain he'd anticipated when Stosh's spit-shined salami burst through his barren back door had been painful, indeed---but he was a man; he wasn't allowed to let the other two think he couldn't take it. It had felt bad---it had felt REALLY bad---at first. Funny how the pain had swiftly dulled---never really went away---but dulled until now an overwhelming pleasure accompanied that subdued pain. He knew Stosh was handling him with kid's gloves; he'd seen the way the strong man had torn up Joey's ass. Since he'd gone this far, Kyle had to know what it was like to get fucked---really fucked! Pointedly delivering the message, he shoved his ass back against Stosh's withdrawing poker and consumed it with his adventurous asshole.
"Okay, boy," Stosh growled. "If that's the way you want it, that's the way you're gonna get it!" Big workingman's hands crossed atop one another, palms down, Stosh pressed against the small of Kyle's flat back and slammed his big plunger through the super-tight ass-chute until he'd hit bottom. Kyle let out a puppy-like whimper when the fat knob punched him square in the guts. His prick seemed to swell even larger in Joey's massaging throat, resulting in a satisfied moan from the master cocksucker.
Kyle's hips bucked and his ass cheeks tightened as the strong, rugged man banged his butt. Stosh used a full-length approach, nearly yanking his fat hog completely out and then slamming the whole shaft back in so goddamn hard that poor Kyle was having trouble maintaining his precarious balance. His bruised knuckles were turning white from the stronghold he had on the rocking sawhorse. He could feel his ravaged ass hole gradually expanding around the battering dick and, when the wind wasn't being knocked out of him, managed to squeeze his rectum around the beautiful, big cock. Kyle had already learned that resistance made these newfound sensations all the more intense.
Looking back over his shoulder with mad lust in his blue eyes, Kyle rasped, "Shit, that feels so fuckin' good! Pound that fuckin' cock in me deep!! FUCK ME HARD!!!" He didn't know how he was going to look his wife in the eye when she asked him how his day had gone---and at the moment he hardly cared. All he knew is that he was having rough, sweaty man sex for the first time in his life and it was abso-fucking-lutely sensational!
Stosh pounded into the boy even harder with shorter and faster strokes, his bushy crotch nearly a blur of movement. He felt his slick cock scouring the walls of Kyle's rectum, riding along the warmth of his inner membranes and poking into his sloppy guts. Now that he'd loosened up, the kid wanted to be fucked rough; Stosh was determined to single-handedly fulfill Kyle's every sexual desire. Placing his big hands on the blond's tight, sweaty buns Stosh slipped into overdrive, literally jack hammering his huge prick in and out of the nicely tight manhole.
"OH FUCK, YEAH!" Kyle bellowed loudly. "FUCK THAT TIGHT ASS!" Between Stosh nailing the prostrate he'd heretofore never really known he'd had and Joey slurping away on his concrete cock like some kind of milking machine, Kyle was lost in a reverie of sexual bliss. His nut sac had pulled up tight between his parted legs and he felt the beginnings of a super-charged orgasm coming on. "OH, SHIT! OH, FUCK!" he panted. "I'M GONNA FUCKIN' CUM!!!"
Stosh never lost momentum fucking Kyle clear through his orgasm. The blond stud's dick head erupted, blasting voluminous streams of thick, hot cum into Joey's sucking mouth and down his throat. Kyle shot such a mean load that Joey could barely keep up with it. Trickles of man cum ran from the sides of his mouth as he gulped and swallowed the funky, tasty treasure. Kyle knew it was the best nut he'd even blown; Stoshie's dick hammering away at his prostate while he came in Joey's mouth had driven him well over the edge.
Stosh experienced the full energy of Kyle's earth-shattering climax through his sex tool. The boy's hot hole had engulfed his raging ramrod, clutching it ever so tightly and desperately squeezing it from within. Stosh had fought against him, slamming into that impossibly tight chasm and feeling the boy's trigger going off again and again as he repeatedly battered Ky's buried love button. Stosh's manly body began to shudder and his breathing sounded like a loud, chugging locomotive as he felt his oncoming orgasm. An intense kind of sexual heat radiated outwards from his body and his ball bag suddenly became intensely heavy as he increased the momentum one final time.
Feeling the first surge threatening to burst from his knob, Stosh yanked his twitching cock from the blond's hole just in the nick of time. He'd barely gotten his fingers around his frantically throbbing meat when a thick rope of man juice blew from his piss-hole and shot Kyle directly on the back of the head. His hot cock pulsed again as the big man came---and came---and came, drenching Kyle's smooth back with scalding nut sauce. Quickly sliding his piece back into Kyle's gaping hole to deliver his final load deep in the young man's belly, Stosh whimpered as he felt Ky's mushy, warm insides rush against the sensitive nerve endings of his spent prick.
He could have stayed that way for several minutes, buried balls deep in the younger man's ass and coming down off the sexual high they had all jointly created. But suddenly there came a barrage of whistles and catcalls that broke the spell and diverted their attention. Standing inside the structure with wide toothy grins, acting like spectators at a cockfight, were the two Mexican laborers! Scowling, Stosh pulled his still hard, dripping weapon from Kyle's ass and advanced on the two.
"AND WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?"
"Whoa, Meester Dub-oh-yew, we have a flat and have to get feexed," one of the squat, dark-skinned Mayan-types explained.
"AND YOU JUST GET HERE NOW?"
"Ohhhhh, noooooooooo, senor," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. "We be here ten minute." His eyes constantly darted away from Stosh to glance over at the other two naked men.
Stosh was about to rail into him when, for the first time, he became aware that both men had their pants around their knees and were massaging thick, brown hard-ons. The other one, Paco, couldn't seem to take his eyes off young Joey, who was seated on the floor digging two fingers up his man pussy with big brown eyes fixed on the Mexican's nicely thick, uncut cock.
"Wellll," Stosh acquiesced, "go on and have yourselves some fun. BUT----WE'RE ALL WORKIN' LATE TONIGHT AND NO BULL SHIT ABOUT IT!!!"
Naked as the day he was born, Stosh retrieved a can of beer from the cooler. Popping the tab, he took a long draw and returned to the structure, where he sat himself down on a cross beam to finish his brew, massage his still raging hard cock and watch as the horny Mexicans claimed ass from Kyle and Joey. It'd been great breaking in Kyle, the young man he'd harbored a parental affectation for---and he fully intended to continue the lusty blond's education. But it was Joey Giagianno, with the brooding brown eyes, sensuously full lips and bubble butt carved in marble who had turned out to be an unexpected find. That boy could suck and fuck like a ten thousand dollar whore!
Joey-G had just successfully cemented his long-term future with Wojiewicz & Son. As he watched the dark-haired jock-type eagerly taking the hard fuck Paco or Chico, or whatever-the-fuck-his name-was, threw to him, Stosh knew it was going to be one hell of a late night. Because once darkness fell and they could no longer work at the site, Joey was coming home with him for a late supper---after which the men would retire to the locked den on the pretext of watching the game, although it was Stosh who intended to score.
Observing the full-lipped boy-slut throwing back his head and heatedly moaning as the wet, dark Mexican cock plunged in and out of him, Stosh felt certain there'd be no objections from young Joey.