For the longest time I've been teasing you nosy bastards about the outrageous and unexpected events that transpired around the time of li'l Joey's nuptials a few years back. The wedding was a grand affair; I had an enjoyable time---especially after I'd gotten a few cocktails down me and starting hunting down some real cock and tail. There was no shortage of male (or female) eye candy in the ball room (or the rest room). Between Joey's buds and ethnically mixed family (not to mention his brother, my straight fuck buddy) I was sporting major wood most of the evening. Turns out I wasn't the only one with an insatiable man hunger on that particular winter's night---even the groom got in on the action! Such a shame hunky Joey felt the need to take "the plunge"; the kid was a natural born butch bottom---a fact more than a few of the male guests in attendance intimately knew.
From boyhood Joey had developed a severe case of hero worship for Ray, his older brother. "Tying the knot" was just another extension of this emulation. Couldn't really blame him, being as Ray was the most constant male figure in his young life. Their parents' marriage ended when Joey and his sister were quite young; the three siblings then raised in their mother's home. Ray, ten years Joey's senior, took over the role of "man of the house", securing himself odd jobs after school to help support the family. The two brothers remained tight through good times and bad---and there were more than enough hard times in those early days. At one point their mother, a bitch on Latino heels, relocated to Puerto Rico with li'l Joey in tow, leaving troubled daughter Sharyn behind in her ex's care. By this point Ray had already married my co-worker Cathy, which is how I hooked up with him after years of ogling his hot teen body down at the supermarket where he'd once pushed carriages part-time. Damn, I'm getting hard just thinking about those days before we became regular fuck buddies; seems like it was only yesterday.
Anyways, to condense history (since you probably already know it if you've read the previous chapters), when Joey returned from Puerto Rican exile he'd matured into one hot little tamale! And a sneaky one, too. Seems the cute, hunky wrestler-type spied on me and Ray going at out in the garage and decided if man ass was good enough for his big brother it was good enough for him. Knowing the teen had a monkey-see-monkey-do attitude when it came to his bro, I pulled a fast one on li'l Joey by leading him to believe I fucked big Ray just as often as he fucked me. Joey's hairy, powerful thighs were parted in no time and I was pleasurably plowing his ultra-tight virgin man hole. Little did I know the monster I created that lusty, sex-filled afternoon; Joey took to cock like a fish to water and has been getting himself royally fucked ever since!
He's told me about some of his fuck buddies, usually while I'm getting my piece of his action, but I'm willing to bet there's lots more. For all his straight-guy machismo, Joey G's insatiable asshole has absolutely no conscience. All them dudes who've experienced the ultimate pleasures of the dark-haired beauty's fuck and suck holes can't get over the fact that he's such a cock whore! Nobody'd ever have thought from knowing him that he was anything but one-hundred percent hetero, which makes fucking him all the more enjoyable. No candy ass he; Joey takes a fuck like a real man. Even afterwards when he's laying there all hunky and sweaty, scooping up the cum leaking out of his well-fucked hole and licking it from thick, calloused fingers, Joey fails to accept the reality of his own sexuality. Far as he's concerned he's just doin' what guys do---same as his brother (or so he thinks). Go figure.
As promised, here is my account (as best I know) of the events surrounding then-twenty-year-old Joey's wedding. Couldn't get it all down in own chapter; there's just too much to recount. As has been said before---and must be said again---this text contains graphic sexual depictions and is meant solely for a mature readership.
copyright 2004 JRoyale
Ol' Jack Frost was unseasonably kind to the northeastern United States that winter of 2000. Snow bunnies suffering deprivation from a typical Currier & Ives holiday were equally distressed by the mild climate which continued on into late February. With only an occasional dusting, resorts in nearby Pennsylvania and Vermont were forced to utilize manufactured snow to afford ski enthusiasts an opportunity to enjoy their winter sport---and to turn some sort of profit from an otherwise disappointing season. On many a day, the most energetic skier could be observed mastering the slopes in little more than sweat shirt and shorts---something normally unheard of at this time of year! Geologists worried about the effect to water-deprived aqueducts which relied on a certain percentage of precipitation and meteorologists constantly spoke of global warming.
Joey Giagianno didn't much care one way or the other if he had a "white" wedding. In fact, the fairly decent weather was keeping him gainfully employed at a time when most construction jobs were at a virtual standstill. Early last year he'd lost his original job when the company unexpectedly folded, causing Joey to scramble for a weekly paycheck to help offset the cost of his upcoming "event". He'd considered himself fairly lucky to have hooked up with an independent construction company in such short time but, as it turned out, his initial worries were for naught. Uncomfortable with the couple's budget-conscious plans, the family of the intended bride determined to involve themselves, spruce up the affair and foot the bill. Tracy was ecstatic at the prospect of a more elaborate gala and Joey certainly had no objection to the monetary offer.
Twenty-year-old Joey was a good-looking young man with a high school jock's mentality. With dark, wavy hair parted high to one side and grazing the top of his collar, thick flat eyebrows nearly bisecting dead center, big brown eyes framed by long curling lashes and plump, sensuous lips, Joey Giagianno was a far cry from his gawky pre-teen years. His naturally muscular, athletic body had become even more ruggedly defined since performing hard manual labor on an almost daily basis since taking on his new job.
Joey got his fair share of looks from the ladies but remained true blue to Tracy, the steady girl friend he'd had since his return from Puerto Rico. Big brother Ray kidded him incessantly about his near-monkish lifestyle, acceding to Tracy's wishes to remain a virgin until their wedding night. Even Ray could see that his little brother had blossomed and considered it a shame he wasn't sowing his wild oats while he had the chance---a chance which had been denied Ray when he became husband and father at a young age. There were times when Joey tried to confide in his trusted older brother that he had, indeed, followed Ray's cue. Ever since he was eighteen Joey had known that his brother, while remaining ever faithful to his wife when it came to other women, was fucking the living tar out of best buddy, Jon. Instead, Joey opted to keep it to himself and set out on his own sexual adventures. At eighteen years of age and having been deprived for so long, Joey's hormones were operating in overdrive. He'd acquired quite a list of fuck buddies over the past couple of years although now, as he neared his wedding day, Joey knew he'd have to settle on one like his big brother evidently had done.
On the weekend prior to the nuptials Ray, forever Joey's best man, arranged for a boy's night out. Self-centered Tracy appeared a bit miffed over the situation, although Joey tried to explain to her that it was something of a tradition. Sister-in-law Cathy stepped in to help appease the nervous bride by putting together a girl's night at the Giagianno house on the same evening. Unfamiliar with "girlie joints", Ray turned the most anticipated part of the bachelor's party over to his bisexual fuck buddy Jon, whose eyes twinkled lasciviously as delightful plans formulated in his devious mind.
The evening was cooler and fairly crisp when the group converged on the Outback Steakhouse, Joey's favorite eatery. Over steaks, fried quartered onions, and pitchers of beer they celebrated the final few nights of Joey's fading bachelorhood. Although Joey, a couple of his former high school chums and Petie Stavros, grandson to Ray's next door neighbor, were under the state's legal drinking age they still managed to chug down a few brews. The assembled stallions talked sports, babes and the perils of marriage and did their chauvinistic best to rattle the good natured---and reasonably attractive---waitress.
Joey befriended Peter Stavros nearly ten years ago when the Giagianno boy spent a weekend at his brother's home, located next door to Stavros' grandparents in their quiet little Jersey burg. Their early friendship didn't extend outside of the neighborhood but, when paying visits to mutual relatives, the boys were practically inseparable. They shared a keen interest in all things sports: Petie leaning toward basket and baseball while a more aggressive Joey preferred soccer and football. Although excelling on the basketball court, the curly-haired Greek boy was far from particular about which sport he watched or participated in for the simple reason that they all involved sweaty, macho men. Almost from the time he was fresh out of diapers, pretty Petie formulated a strong appreciation for the physical attributes of the male species. On several occasions he'd managed a voyeuristic glimpse of his father and grandfather in the buff, resulting in his earliest dry-cum masturbation fantasies.
By the time he was thirteen the cutie was well on his way to becoming an accomplished cock sucker, having discovered a cruisy, and downright seedy, rest room in the strip mall where his mother did the weekly grocery shopping. For the better part of an hour-and-a-half Mommy leisurely selected goods from the mart while, unbeknownst to her, her only son was gulping down any number of anonymous loads in a filthy toilet stall. His talents soon extended to high school where he proved to be so expert with his mouth piece that his first conquest, a rough hewn bully, quickly spread the word about the Junior Varsity basketball star. The tall and toned Freshmen athlete quickly found himself at no loss for hot, needy cock. Petie serviced teen prick in and out of his alma mater. When he wasn't taking on a succession of Seniors in the school lavatory (while the relief crew kept watch at the door), he was feasting on the jock loads of his team mates in the back seat of the bus on the way home from an "away" game (while the Coach was distracted up front). Years later, at an after-graduation party, he took on more than half a dozen of his graduating class!
It was something of a wonder that the dark-haired, brown-eyed boy hadn't gained a reputation from his extracurricular activities. Luckily all of his high school playmates were butch, straight and never once thought of returning the favor. Most, in fact, had girl friends and certainly didn't want word of their alternative sexual experimentation spread around. To their thinking it wasn't as if Petie was a real queer anyways---he was well-known around school primarily as an accomplished athlete, having led the home team to many a victory over the years.
Currently attending a University in southern Florida, where the Stavros dorm room had already become well known, Petie managed to arrange a small break to return home for Joey's wedding. The good-looking young man had become quite the favorite of his middle-aged English Professor, who kinkily quoted soliloquies while Petie spit-spined his cock knob. In only a few short months the man was considering setting up the athletic youth with his own off-campus apartment where they could more freely explore their sexual relationship away from the watchful eyes of the Dean, his loyal wife or his own teen-aged children. What the Prof didn't know is that Petie had a standing Friday afternoon appointment in the Dean's office, where the former Military man never failed to satisfy with a powerful, full-throttle anal assault. With such friends in high places it wasn't difficult for Pete to gain an authorized break.
In the dim lighting of the steak house, Petie's eyes settled on Joey's handsome brother seated down at the other end of the table next to his equally attractive, older buddy Jon. The Greek boy's almost-feminine lashes fluttered to dreamy half mast as he relived the afternoon he'd burst unannounced into the Giagianno house on the false assumption that Joey was visiting---and instead discovered big Ray bare-assed in the kitchen. Dumbfounded by the older Giagianno's absolute physical perfection, Petie couldn't help but stare at his buddy's brother's deliciously masculine body. Already horny beyond belief, Ray quickly read the cock hunger in Petie's doe eyes and, throwing caution to the wind, fed the hound all thick nine inches down his throat and up his teen cunt. It still remained the single most memorable fuck of Peter Stavros' young life.
Although it proved to be a one-time fuck, Petie harbored hopes that one day the straight husband might come knocking on his willing back door. He hadn't counted on the deliciously shocking revelation that hunky Joey, his basketball bud over the past few years, played both sides of the fence with even more enthusiastic fervor than his big bro. For the longest time Petie successfully managed to conceal his cock hunger from the butch athlete---only to discover that buffed Joey was Petie's grandfather's favorite bottom boy! Soon the three of them were engaging in some fairly torrid three-way action with old Nikos Stavros getting his fill of both tight teen tushes. Pete's unsuspecting parents were mildly confused but, nevertheless, pleased with their son's sudden interest in spending frequent quality weekends at his grandfolks. Even Grandmom, conveniently hard of hearing as she was, never suspected Peter's nocturnal visits to his grandfather's room where the curly topped teen nearly drove old Stavros to a coronary with his ravenous libido.
Young Peter was in seventh heaven on the evening of the bachelor's party. Surrounded by so many hot and hunky men, especially Joey's former high school buddies seated directly across from him, it was damned difficult for the Greek teen to contain himself. Both husky studs had muscular quarterback builds and were almost as good looking as their buddy, Joey. Petie couldn't help but wonder if either of them had ever had a go at the Giagianno buck. His brown eyes glazed over with lust as he mentally undressed the two macho stud muffins and imagined them simultaneously pounding away deep up inside his stretched-to-the-max teen pussy.
One look at his grandson and old Nikos Stavros knew the cutie's slick ass hole was twitching with unbridled passion. Having little control over himself these days, Stavros felt the blood rushing to his manhood, forcing it to lengthen down the side of his leg right there in the public restaurant. Ever since the day he'd glanced out his attic window and observed the handsome young Giagianno boy masturbating himself poolside, some repressed demon inside him had been gloriously released. At an advanced age, when most of his peers were relying on medicinal stimulants, Nikos was having more sex than ever before in his long life. If he weren't banging the Giagianno buck, he was buggering his insatiable grandson. And if those two weren't in the vicinity there was always that middle aged bi-guy Jon, who seemed to have adopted Stavros as his "daddy". Nikos wasn't sure how much longer his cock (or his ticker) would hold out, but one thing for sure---he was having the time of his life!
From the smoldering, sexual look of his grandson, as the younger boy inconspicuously sized up the two jocks, Stavros was reasonably sure Petie would be wanting his bung pounded when they got back home later tonight. Unless, of course, Petie scored with one (or possibly both) of the attractive beefcakes presently engaged in a loud, good-natured ribbing of their pal Joey. When it came to his grandson there was little which surprised old Stavros anymore. The older man shuddered to think of the repercussions if the teen's father learned of his young son's fevered cock lust. Not to mention the fact that Nikos, Spiros' own father, was one of the many men violating the straight-acting stud muffin's warm, welcoming sink hole!
Wrapped up in his own thoughts, Stavros missed the gist of the bawdy story someone just told which had the men roaring with laughter. They stamped feet on the floor and pounded fists on the table at the joke, gathering looks from other restaurant patrons. During the uproar, the darker haired jock absently made eye contact with Peter. The smile froze upon the young man's good looking face as he instinctively read the unmistakable desire in the curly haired Greek's predatory brown eyes. Their orbs remained locked for only a matter of seconds, but in that short while an unspoken invitation had been extended, understood and was now being contemplated. Throughout the remainder of the evening Joey's jock friend cast young Petie furtive, knowing glances as he secretly decided whether to take the plunge. None of this exchange was lost on Stavros, who was certain the hetero jock would ultimately blow a nut up his grandson's ass sometime tonight. And later, when Stavros got on top of the boy, Petie's sweet bud would be in full bloom and amply pollinated with hot straight jock cum.
From his vantage point at the table, forty-five year old Jon purposely seated himself so that he had a bird's eye view of most of the other increasingly raucous, and practically irresistible, males. Middle age didn't have a hold on hunky Jon, car salesman by trade, who sported the build of a much younger man. Hour-and-a-half hour sessions at his local gym kept the good looking muscular stud in top physical condition. His six foot, two-hundred-plus pound frame of solidly packed muscle always earned him quite a few admiring looks from members of both sexes. Jon still had a full head of thick hair, which he kept cropped short, although lately some speckles of gray had formed around the temple, giving him a more distinguished look. His eyes, clear blue color of the sky, twinkled incessantly with some secret mischief.
From the time his hormones kicked in, the looker had little problem finding pussy and, over the years, sampled his fair share. So skilled at eating clit and fucking cunt was he that his many fillies never suspected Jon's darker side: his ardent passion for strong, tasty man cock. Once he'd experimentally wrapped trembling lips around another man's pulsating endowment, big Jon was converted into a randy cock lover. Although preferring macho bi-guys like himself he'd been known to play top gun to more than a few panting queer boys. His main man over the past several years, seated next to him in the steakhouse, was the brutally handsome, awesomely hung older Giagianno brother. Fifteen years his junior, the well-built, dark-haired stud first caught Jon's lusty eye when he was merely sixteen and pushing carriages at the supermarket. Years later, through dumb luck and circumstance, they reconnected and were now the best of buds----in and out of the sack.
Of course, Ray knew nothing about Jon's seduction of his then eighteen-year-old little brother. The older stud tried not to think how his happily married, straight lover would react if he ever discovered Jon had single-handedly turned hunky little Joey on to male sex. Looking at the darkly gorgeous, masculine athlete enjoying his party down at the other end of the table, Jon could hardly believe how amorous a cock pig young Joey had quickly become. Never once considering his exploits "gay", Joey naively paralleled cock sucking and ass fucking with other manly contact sports---like wrestling. The kid was just a dumb jock with a fat dick and eager asshole who had an enormous sexual appetite to go along with his many other desirable attributes. If his longtime girlfriend, now soon-to-be spouse, hadn't adopted the "let's wait till we're married" attitude, Joey might never have discovered the shameless pleasures of man-to-man sex.
If all the stories Joey secretively told him were true, whoreboy Peter Stavros surpassed the Joester with his unquenchable cock hunger. Although he'd had his granite ass roughly pounded by the grandfather, Jon surprisingly had yet to sample the pleasures hidden deep between young Petie's notoriously hungry buns. And from the interchange he'd detected going on between the cute, slim Greek teen and Joey's straight jock friend, Jon was reasonably certain he wouldn't get his chance tonight---the boy's fuck card appeared filled.
Between snatches of good-natured small talk with fuck buddy Ray (damn, how he loved that man!) and the others, Jon's gaze wandered around the table, taking in the many mouth-watering and crotch-inspiring sights. Vincent, the Giagianno boy's father, from whom they'd obviously inherited their good looks, struck up a camaraderie with Joey's hard-working, hard-loving construction boss. Jon was sure the hard-bodied Pollock failed to reveal to Pops that he'd taken Joey under his wing, training him in all aspects of the business, only after discovering what a hot piece of ass the young buck was. Jon popped a massive boner visualizing the sweaty construction site sex going on between Joey, Stoshie and co-worker Kyle, the dreamily handsome blond husband sitting right next to the intended groom. Jon made mental note to find out where the crew was working next so that he could pay an impromptu fuck visit. Fuck selling cars; with his strength and stamina Jon could easily sling a hammer. Why should Joey, his former sex apprentice, have all the good hard dick?
In addition to Tracy's father and brother, Ray's male in-laws were partaking in the festivities. Cathy's Dad was a barrel-chested, good-natured Irishman, divorced from his wife for many years and living the single life. Jon knew him well and liked him from the many picnics and gatherings held at the Giagianno homestead. The brooding brother was fresh out of prison, having served time on a drug distribution charge. He'd been in the hole for quite awhile, prompting Jon to wonder about any interesting habits the long-haired, tattooed stud might have attained whilst incarcerated. Prison trash was one of lusty Jon's unrequited fantasies and this dude, who appeared to have spent the majority of his sentence pumping serious iron, filled every cock sucking-ass fucking specification.
Seated at a far corner of the table sucking down another beer from a long neck bottle, appearing cocky and disinterested, was the less-than-welcome last-minute addition to the otherwise compatible stag party. Javier Santiago, street tough Puerto Rican and a whole lot of nasty trouble, was the latest boy friend of the Giagianno brothers' fast-living younger sister. The entire family had taken a dislike to the thug from the outset, a situation only compounded by Sharyn's eventual pregnancy. The twenty-four year old ruffian had a long history of juvenile delinquency, appeared unable to hold down a job for any length of time and shamelessly continued to associate himself with any number of undesirables. The couple shacked up in a decidedly seedy apartment, splitting rent with one of Javier's many friends. The Giagianno men were reasonably certain there was a great deal of drug dealing going on under that roof, but trying to reason with Sharyn was practically impossible. At nineteen, she was still every bit as hot-headed and immature as when she'd been a pot-smoking, wise-cracking fourteen-year-old.
Although loaded with attitude and decidedly rough around the edges, Javier was far from a bad-looking Hispanic. His features were thin and classically angular, offset by a full-lipped sensual mouth and strong jaw line. The facial scar which ran along the surface of one mocha cheek, the result of a high school knife fight, added to his well-deserved bad-boy image. A fine, razor-precision line of facial hair trailed down the sides of his ethnic face close to the ears and ran along his jaw, connecting at the cleft of his chin and traveling up directly under a thick, jutting lower lip. His carefully shaved head, usually covered with a do-rag, tonight sported a baseball cap with the bill ritualistically turned to one side. One silver hoop hung from each ear lobe, matching the sterling rings adorning every one of his brown fingers, the many chains hanging from around his neck and the piercing in his left nipple. Dressed in the hip-hop style of the day, baggy jeans and oversized shirts concealed the major assets of Javier's lean, cut body: sloped pectorals with wide brown nipples, a flat stomach of indented musculature and an ultra-trim, tight waist line. Both impressive biceps, corded with fighting muscle, sported bands of tribal tattoo art. Another tattoo on his right forearm displayed a dagger piercing a bleeding heart while smaller works of cheaper "art" adorned the base of his neck, spine, atop both pectorals and down the side of one leg.
No fonder of Sharyn's macho-acting, jock-type brothers than they were of him, Javier hadn't cared when he wasn't asked to hang out with the guys. It was Sharyn who'd pitched a fit upon learning of her man's exclusion, even threatening to boycott Joey's entire wedding. Following the ensuing hysterical phone call from his ex-wife, the elder Giagianno suggested to his sons they set aside their disillusionment over Sharyn's choice of boyfriends until after the wedding. Ultimately Ray managed to swallow his male pride and, on the way home from work, dropped in on the couple to extend a personal invitation to cocky Javier. He would have liked to have wiped the insulting sneer right off the low-life Puerto Rican's face but somehow managed to maintain his cool. Although still having little interest in spending an evening with the Giagianno brothers and their homies, Javier sadistically delighted in knowing his presence would be a major annoyance. Besides, at this particular juncture it wouldn't hurt for him to play nice; after the baby was born, he planned on Sharyn's family being his sole means of support. Puffing on a blunt in his beat-up car before taking a seat at the sports bar, Javier turned out to be the earliest arrival of the evening.
It was going on ten o'clock when they finally left the restaurant and boarded the bus Ray contracted. Although he wasn't much of a drinker, Ray had already consumed two beers and was sure there were others around the table who'd had a great deal more. He was glad he'd had the foresight to arrange safe transportation from the restaurant to the strip club. The eldest Giagianno boy wasn't at all surprised that Jon was familiar with the club; over the years Ray had seen the middle-aged cock sucker in the company of many bodacious babes. If it weren't for the fact that he'd made a heartfelt promise of fidelity to his wife, Ray would have thrown a fuck to any one of Jon's unending stable of pussy.
Settling into a seat on the bus while the remainder of the crew filed in, Ray observed young Peter Stavros shuffling down the aisle. The curly-topped friend of Joey's offered a quick smile as he passed; Ray nodded in return. Memories of the kid's tight young ass hole gripping his big ole dick were enough to cause Ray to stir uncomfortably in his seat. He'd suffered a bit of early paranoia that, because of the friendship between his brother and the kid, Joey might somehow find out. But as time went on it became obvious sex-hungry Petie was capable of keeping their secret. Flashing a quick glance over his shoulder at the Greek basketball athlete now sitting next to one of Joey's high school buds, Ray began to reconsider his forced avoidance of the teen slut. Hell, Jon wasn't always around---and it wouldn't hurt to have an eager, accommodating back up.
The ride out to the gentlemen's lounge took approximately forty-five minutes, save one quick pit stop along the way. Like a host of other Jersey strip joints unwilling to hassle with the troublesome alcohol beverage control board and their expensive licenses, the club only supplied soft drinks for refreshment. One decided advantage of "juice bars" was that, without an inspector breathing down their necks, owners had no qualms in allowing dancer's absolute freedom of artistic expression. Complete nudity was almost expected. Although patrons were still not permitted to physically fondle the merchandise, the big breasted, narrow-waisted beauties were encouraged to be provocative, raw and downright nasty. To the sheer delight of many of their adoring audience, many was the time two of the lovelies rolled about onstage in a lusty lesbian love clinch. And, on the average of three to four times a week, one lucky patron was afforded the ultimate pleasure of holding the base of an empty soda bottle to the stage floor while it was lewdly consumed by a well-lubed, shaved pussy.
Since the establishment didn't provide booze, the Giagianno party stocked up on beer and shooters during their brief bus stop, breaking them open for the remainder of the rowdy ride. By the time they arrived at the den of delicious delights Joey, the guest of honor, was sufficiently tanked up and ready to party.
Jon had selected this particular place for a number of reasons. Primarily because, without benefit of a liquor license, the under-twenty-one-but-over-eighteen crowd was granted admittance, making it legal for Petie, Joey and those two hunky-looking friends of his. Secondly, Jon was well-acquainted with the owner, a fifty-something bisexual ex-biker who'd purchased a car from him a few years back. The Harley hound preferred the perfumed pleasures of women---but every now and then took himself a ride on the wild, masculine side. He was a rough-and-tumble mother fucker with a short---but fat---piece of cock meat, Jon recalled from the few times they'd fucked. Amused by the attraction most of the dancers formed for the handsome, middle-aged car salesman, Bud always welcomed Jon to the club and, in short order, introduced him to the "secret place".
Down a darkened corner separate from the public area stood a wooden door that opened into a small, empty closet, illuminated by a single ultraviolet bulb in the ceiling. A dead bolt thrown from the inside provided privacy for the user of the closet, instantly flashing an "occupied" placard on the outside. Only a select group of "regulars" were privy to the "secret place", which housed a lone glory hole providing all sorts of anonymous pleasures. Most of the horny husbands and businessmen assumed one of the dancers who'd gotten them stoked up on stage was doing double duty on the other side of the closet wall. Jon knew differently; each time he paid an impromptu visit to the club Bud handed him the key to the service area and allowed the bi-hunk to slurp sausage to his heart's content. Some of the guys may have suspected, but none ever complained about the sloppy, aggressive cock sucker who skillfully drained their sacs and greedily gobbled every precious drop.
Business was booming when the entourage made their way into the dark, crowded place. Music blared from the sound system as a flaxen-haired cutie sashayed her business down the elevated runway while admirers hooted and hollered to either side of her, waving greenbacks in the air. Pinwheels of multi-colored lights continuously flashed against her mostly-naked body, offset only by the occasional hypnotic blast of the strobe. Cigarette smoke wafted up towards the ceiling, quickly sucked in by the ventilation system while a single male employee bustled about collecting empty beverage containers. With everyone jockeying for a position near the dancer, the Giagianno party was soon split into smaller groups.
Purposely keeping himself in the background, Jon easily managed to slip away from the others unnoticed. It was slow going making his way through the raucous crowd, but eventually he broke through to the other side of the room and found his way down the corridor to Bud's office in back. Lightly rapping his knuckles on the door, he turned the handle without awaiting a reply. Stepping into the office, a broad smile spread across his handsome face as he discovered Biker Bud furiously porking one of his bodacious dancer babes across the cleared surface of his highly polished desk.
"Hey there, Man!" Bud bellowed without missing a fuck beat. "Guess I forgot to lock the fuckin' door again! You want you some of this?"
"Sure thing, honey," the bleached blond bimbo invited seductively as she looked past Bud at the handsome man framed in the doorway. "I can get into a three way with somethin' as hot as you!"
Jon's smile was winning. "Sorry, but I've got---um---other plans tonight." Then, directing his attention to the other man, "Right, Buddie?"
"Huh?" Bud said, scratching the top of his head as he more slowly pistoned his fat one in and out of the dripping pussy. And then, "Oh, yeah! Right! Sure, Dude! Key's in my pants pocket!"
Seeing Bud's pants were gathered around his ankles, Jon crouched down behind the older biker and fumbled through his pockets until he located the key. Unable to resist the temptation practically in his face, Jon swiped his tongue through Bud's hairy, sweaty ass crack and tickled his wrinkled hole before rising to his feet and heading for the door.
"Fuckin' teasin' prick," Bud spat out as a laughing Jon closed, and locked, the door behind him.
Following the same familiar route he'd traversed many times before, Jon purposefully made his way to the old building's utility room. Fitting the often borrowed key into the lock and pushing the squealing door inward, he took a quick look over his shoulder before entering the restricted area. Securing the door behind him to assure maximum privacy, Jon reached for the light switch located on the wall to the right of the entrance. A dim illumination broke the absolute darkness, supplied by the few low-wattage bulbs dangling from several overhead fixtures. Ducking to avoid low cross beams and aided by the minimal lightning, Jon crossed through the maze of storage items, over piping and continued on past furnace, generator and water heater. Swiftly, he found the infamous hot spot where one section of wall had obviously been removed, exposing an unfinished panel of sheet rock. Approximately two and a half feet from the floor a circular hole had been masterfully cut and cushioned, concealed when not in use by a square of plywood.
Falling to his knees in front of the wall Jon removed the obstruction, unzipped his jeans and waited. He didn't have to wait long. Barely two minutes passed before the adjoining closet was briefly flooded with a flash of light as a visitor entered the space, hastily closing and locking the door behind him. Hauling his healthy, stiffening member out into the open, Jon wrapped a fist around himself and slowly stroked, waiting with nervous anticipation for some gesture from the other side. His ears prickled at the unmistakable sounds of a zipper being lowered and jeans sliding down beefy thighs. Licking his lips expectantly, Jon scooted in even closer to the glory hole. The nameless, faceless stud pressed his body up against the wall, effectively thrusting his sex through the inviting hole. His hot, pulsing hard-on, already oozing man goo from the folds of its slit, proved beyond doubt that the guy was in desperate need of some action. Still fondling his own piece, Jon took hold of the musky-smelling, blood engorged prick and massaged it with his fingers. At the sound of the other man's appreciative groan, Jon pounced. In an instant he had engulfed the fat, helmeted head with his mouth and was sloppily licking and sucking all over the wet glans. The man moaned, more loudly this time, at the expert ministrations of the mouth as it purposefully worked its way down his shaft. His legs were trembling and he was forced to grasp the wall handholds attached to either side of him for support when the hungry cock sucker went all the way down on him. With lips pressed into thick, wiry bush and the cock head buried deep in his sloppy throat, Jon allowed it to momentarily pulse there before he went crazy on the fucker. The slut dancers must have gotten the dude all worked up because in short order he was pumping out a hot, tasty load straight down Jon's cum-thirsty gullet. Soon as he was done the man passed a rolled up twenty through the hole and, without further adieu, fled the scene of the crime.
Sitting back on his haunches, Jon fisted his leaking prick more furiously as he wiped stray ribbons of cum from his face. Tipping certainly wasn't mandatory---but big Jon was never one to turn down an easy buck. As many times as he'd serviced the club's glory hole, he was absolutely certain he'd never sucked that particular dick before; the guy must be fairly new to Bud's trusted inner circle. Making a mental note of the fact that the dude was a fast cummer, Jon resolved to really have the fucker's toes curling next time around with a slow, torturous blow job.
Stripping off his shirt and running one big man's hand over the solid musculature of his chest, he rolled one hardened eraser-sized nipple between thumb and forefinger while he jacked his meat and reminisced about some of the more prominent pricks he'd previously pleasured.
Big Jon's libido-enhancing trip down memory lane proved to be short-lived. Just as he was grooving to the recollection of the humongously-endowed, tattooed trucker who'd practically ripped his throat raw a few weeks back, the door to the closet opened once more. His pumping hand stopped in mid-action and tightly gripped the bulging hard-on around its thick, manicured base to stymie an on-coming climax. Attempting to calm his now-ragged breathing, the handsome middle aged stud dipped his head lower, craning his neck to sneak a look through the service hole. The other side was awash with a dull lavender glow from the ultraviolet bulb, pretty much preserving complete anonymity. There was something about the latest entrant's somewhat hesitant actions which made Jon think he might be a newbie. Either that or he was fumbling, pissant drunk.
Eventually, the guy seemed to get his bearings. Jon detected the click of the door lock and saw the dark form step up to the suck hole. His cock did an excited little jump when he clearly saw thick, stubby blue collar fingers, nails chewed to the bone, wrestling with the zipper on the front of faded blue jeans. As the horny breeder tugged down his jeans, Jon impulsively reached through the opening and took hold of the fat, semi-hard. Hungry for cock, he didn't particularly care that the stud would instantly know his was not the soft-skinned grip of some cheesy stripper he might have fantasized about. Besides, most of the dudes who used the hole knew the score; they didn't really care who the mouth belonged to, only that they got a nice sloppy blow job.
At first touch he knew he'd snagged himself a beaut! The rare, warm hunk of prime beef appeared to be quite thick with a tantalizingly fat, jaw-stretching dome. Jon's fingers embedded themselves in a wealth of thick pubic hair and, searching lower, caressed a heavy set of fuzzy bull's balls. Drawing the majestic slab of meat over into his side, Jon's mouth was on the thickening prick before he even got a good look at it. The hot cock tasted deliciously musky; Jon savored it with his slick, wet tongue. The spectacularly huge knob threatened to clog his throat as he worked his mouth over the ever-growing monster. As its pronounced veins filled with excited blood, the midriff of the seven-plus inches swelled even larger than the rest of it---nearly as thick as Jon's weight lifting wrist. With his lips stretched impossibly wide to accommodate the thing, he prepared to relax his throat and surprise the hell out of the straight stud. And then, just as the massive helmet began to enter his throat, Jon's eyes shot open wide with sudden recollection; he hastily backed off to take a look at the pulsating pleaser. There was no mistaking that cock!
"JOEY!" he belted out.
There came a deeply masculine, surprised gasp from the other side and the dripping cock quickly withdrew. Dropping to his knees and pressing a long-lashed, brown eye to the glory hole, Joey Giagianno saw the his brother's raunchy fuck buddy on the other side.
"Jon, you sonofabitchin' cock sucker! I should've known it was you!"
The initial surprise having already wavered, Jon grinned and leaned back, allowing Joey a clear view as he resumed jerking his massive, oozing hard on. Tanked up with beer, Joey was more than ready for some hot cock sucking action on this, his bachelor's night out.
"Lemme in there, you fuck!" he growled as he licked thick, sensual lips and slapped strong hands against the wall. "How do ya get in there?"
Teasing, Jon pressed a fist against his meat, effectively forcing it to stand out toward Joey's carefully observing eyes. "You want some of this, Joey boy? Want some of this down your throat and up your ass?"
"An' you know what I got over here for you, pal," Joey snorted, his voice gravely from the smoky environment. "Now lemme the fuck in!"
"Thought you were giving up cock now that you're getting married, Joe?" Jon taunted, slowly stroking himself while the twenty-year-old impatiently observed. "Isn't that what you told me a couple weeks ago?"
"I got a few more days, fuck head," Joey reasoned. Pounding his hand against the wall once more, he took on a pathetically cute pleading, "C'mon, Jon, buddy. I wanna check this shit out from your side!"
"Oh, alright!" Jon feigned defeat and stood up to pull up his pants. "I have to come around and get you, so just stay there until I knock on the door. Okay, Joe?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not going no where!" Jon could almost envision the sexy little hunk wildly panting and excitedly squirming around in the darkened closet like some cute, wide-eyed and horny pup. Luckily the hallway was vacant as he came around bare-chested with key in hand and lightly rapped on the closet door. Throwing back the bolt, Joey bounded out of the space with an almost frenzied look on his ethnically handsome face. Detecting the noticeable bulge trailing down the former wrestler's thick leg, Jon couldn't help but offer a full-gripped squeeze.
Placing a tough, calloused hand atop the older man's, he chided, "C'mon, Jon, we ain't got much time before they miss me. So you gonna take me back there or what?"
Chuckling mischievously, Jon threw a heavily muscled arm across Joey's broad, quarterback shoulders and led him down the dimly lit corridor.
"Tell me somethin', Joe," he challenged on the short trek. "How in hell did you find out about the suck closet? You been here before?"
Joey smiled lop-sidedly, his dark eyes twinkling. "Fuck no, but I sure wished you'd told me about it, you greedy fuck! Some guy, I think he's the owner, knew I was getting married so he told me about it as a favor, I guess."
"Biker-looking dude? Tattoos?" Jon inquired knowingly.
"Yeah, that's him!" the dumb jock responded excitedly. "You know the dude?"
Jon certainly knew the Bud man. Unlike Joey, he didn't share stories of all his sexual conquests with the young man. Fuckin' Bud probably figured he was pulling one over on Jon, leading the bride-groom to the anonymous glory hole knowing full well bi-Jon was back there sucking off all comers. More than likely the raunchy biker would sidle up to Jon later in the evening and reveal that he'd unwittingly taken a load from the soon-to-be married straight buck. Facing the option of revealing the shocking truth about young Joey or feigning delighted surprise proved to be a dilemma. If Bud knew the macho athlete shared a mutual cock lust, the rough 'n tumble biker would undoubtedly want to throw the boy a wild and nasty fuck. While he would love to play voyeur to that unorthodox coupling, Jon ultimately decided to appear pleasantly, but appreciatively, shocked when Bud dropped his bomb.
They had arrived at the door to the utility room. Jon took his hands off the young stud long enough to unlock the door and lead him through. Joey's eyes trailed around the room, adjusting to the change in lighting, while Jon relocked the door behind him. In an instant the virile, middle-aged man was all over him, tearing off Joey's clothes until he was standing there in nothing more than white calf socks, high tops---and roaring hard-on. Standing back to drink in the masculine beauty of the muscular stud, Jon realized he could never get enough of his best buddy's younger brother. He was short, but stocky with nice, meaty muscles. Over the past few years he'd lost nearly all of his "baby" fat, revealing an absolutely delectable physique. Joey's present job with the construction crew had helped to define his already athletic musculature, creating an even thicker neck, strong back and rock-hard biceps. His torso, smooth and hairless, boasted impressively swelled pectorals with half-dollar sized, brown man-nips. Like his older brother, the sweet stud had a wealth of thick, dark hair under his arm pits, which also sprouted around his navel and led to the forest around his sizeable meat. Joey's tree-trunk-like calves, legs and thighs were also covered in dark Hispanic/Italian hair. At the moment, standing behind the breathtaking beaut, Jon couldn't keep his eyes off the younger man's hard, jutting football-sized ass melons and the inviting line of dark hair bisecting his otherwise smooth and glorious globes. Although he doubted brother Ray would be appreciative, Jon praised the day he'd turned such an awesome package on to the pleasures of man lust.
Stepping up to the hot trade, Jon brought his own muscular arms around Joey's body, kneading the swells of his smooth pecs and toying with the large, hardened nipples while his mouth slobbered over the nape of the boy's bull's neck. Moving his hips, he ground his raging prick along the hair-lined crack of those huge, rounded melons, already leaving a trail of clear pre-cum in his wake.
But Joey, who normally would have anchored his big legs wider apart, bent at the waist and reached behind to spread his bubbled cheeks with big, calloused hands, appeared uncharacteristically disinterested. Instead, his inquisitive brown eyes appeared to be searching around the perimeter of the room for something. His body gave a slight start when he zeroed in on the target. Pulling himself away from Jon's lusty grasp he crossed through the clutter of the room, big prick dancing in front of him, until he'd reached the coveted glory hole. Squatting low in front of it, he curiously inspected the opening with inquisitive eyes.
"How long before somebody comes?" his voice broke through the sounds of the machinery.
Suddenly understanding why the cock whore desperately wanted access to the room, Jon replied, "No way of tellin', Joe. Whenever some stud gets horny enough, I guess. I've sat here for hours and never gotten any action; other times the dicks just don't stop."
"Fuck! I wish some dude would come in right now!" Joey growled, his words slightly slurred from the beer he'd consumed.
Like a bolt out of the blue, a devious idea suddenly occurred to the older man. Snatching his shirt from the floor, Jon donned the garment and said to the naked jock, "Let me see if I can round somethin' up for you."
"Thanks!" Joey grumbled, his big hands caressing the hardness of his own body as he stared longingly into the blackness of the hole.
Returning to the main show room, Jon was instantly struck by the wealth of possibilities inside the crowded bar. There were many familiar faces---regulars who frequented the establishment---and quite possibly made use of the secret closet. Jon had probably been personally responsible for unloading more than one of their cum-laden ball bags. Blue and white collar types; married and singles; young and old; black, white, Hispanic and Asian---they were all there ogling the full-breasted, unabashedly nude exotic dancer. Right now Joey was so tanked up on beers and raw adrenaline that it didn't really matter which cock Jon selected to guide through the hole for his feeding.
He was considering the possibility of one particularly well-dressed businessman-type seated at the edge of the stage when a more interesting thought suddenly occurred to Jon. Why serve Joey a stranger's piece when there were no less than a dozen available specimens within their own stag party? The potential combinations brought a devil-may-care grin to his handsome face and made his dick swell out the front of his pants. For starters there was old Nikos Stavros, that unbelievably agile grandfather-type presenting having a blast doling out dollar bills to the slutty dancer. But, since Joey and Stavros were already semi-regular sex buddies, Joey would probably easily identify Stavros' randy prick---same as Jon had earlier done with Joey's jaw-breaker. Digging hands deep into his pockets, Jon fondled himself as he considered leading Tracy's father---or brother---into the clutches of the young cock sucker and forcing him to feast on one of his future in-laws. A wet spot stained his undies as he envisioned Giagianno Sr., the boy's father, stepping up to the glory hole and unwittingly feeding his son a belly full of daddy cum. Or better yet, Ray, the older brother Joey practically idolized! The thought of Joey worshipping his brother's big cock, without either of them knowing, was nearly enough to make Jon turn on his heels and head back to the closet himself.
Once those fantasies had abated, better sense prevailed and Jon wisely opted to abandon any incestuous relations. His roving eyes wandered around the loud, smoky room and settled on one of Joey's high school jock friends, a handsome young man who was presently stage side with his face practically buried between the creamy thighs of the dancer, who was splayed out before him. Keeping true to her profession, the unclad beauty had him all horned up and ripe for the picking; the mere suggestion of a blow job would almost guarantee an affirmative response. As he shouldered his way through the crowd near the door, eyes fixed on the young athlete, Jon happened to spy the other one of the pair dodging through the exit in the company of none other than little Petie Stavros! Jon shook his head, snickering to himself, for he knew full well what was about to transpire in the parking area between the two.
Mere seconds after the two passed through the door Jon observed Javier, the wise-ass Puerto Rican who had knocked up Sharyn Giagianno, come in from the outside. They came face to face in the crowd. The sweet smell of marijuana immediately assailed Jon's nostrils, revealing what the sneaky thug had been up to. Through glassy eyes he glanced at Jon, a smart sneer turning up one side of his thick, ethnic lips. Despite his bad boy image, Jon realized the twenty-four year old was fairly good looking---in a smutty, dangerous sort of way. The scar running across one angular cheek only added to his raunchy sexual appeal. Jon's dick resumed throbbing as he unabashedly checked out the rough, cocky Rican who had the Giagianno family in an uproar. He wondered if inhaling the mood-enhancing drug turned Javier anywhere near as horny as it did him.
In a matter of seconds the game plan had changed. The idea of Joey eating the meat of the loaded-with-attitute, jivin' street tough who he thoroughly despised proved too tempting for Jon to resist. Stepping up to the sassy, stoned stud, he attempted to set the stage.
"Some nice tits on that fuckin' bitch!" he said, louder than normal so as to be heard above the shouts of the onlookers. Javier merely responded with a stupid, sneering smile.
"Bet her cunt's nice and juicy, too," he went on. Then, grabbing the bulge in his own crotch, he pressed forward, "Fuckin'-A, I'm gonna have to go in the back and get myself a blow job."
He had the thug's attention. "Right, homey. Where you think you gonna be blow'd?"
Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice conspiratorially. "In the back. Not advertised, but there's a glory hole with some hot sucking action."
The Puerto Rican stud grinned widely, revealing the gold tooth on his upper set. "On the real? They got fuckin' holes? Hook me up, homey. I be fuckin' horny as alllllllllll hell!"
I'll just bet you are, you hot piece of Puerto Rican trash and I wish it was me on the other side of that wall right now, Jon thought to himself. "Follow me, man. I'll show you."
Jon was practically ejaculating in his pants as he led the way through the club and out into the hallway. As they rounded a corner in the corridor leading to the infamous closet space, they nearly ran headlong into a hairy, bearded and barrel-bellied trucker-type zipping up the fly of his jeans. So Joey had already gotten a taste of glory hole cock! Not worried in the least, Jon knew the trucker was merely a warm-up for the greedy cock sucking wrestler. Reaching the door, he grasped the knob and turned to face the sexed-up street tough with a lewd twinkle in his eye.
"This is it, Jav," he spoke conspiratorially. "Just go in, drop trou and haul your stuff through the hole. I hear they've got one hot mouth workin' back there tonight."
Flashing his cocky grin, Javier took a handhold on the front of his baggy jeans. "Got me a mouthful here for dat fuckin' puta!" Then, as an afterthought, "Yo, keep dis on the low. Don't be tellin' Sharyn or her bros 'bout this shit, know what I'm sayin'?"
"Don't you worry, Jav," Jon slapped him good-naturedly on one arm, thinking about one of those very same Giagianno brothers down on his knees on the other side of the wall. "I'm the one who's hookin' you up; I'm not saying shit! Go on and cream that cunt's tonsils!" And with that he opened the door and watched Javier step inside. Closing the door behind the cocky Puerto Rican, he waited until he heard the door lock and excitedly headed toward the end of the hall.
Joey was luxuriating in the cum bath he'd been given by the cock he'd hastily devoured only moments before. He'd greedily sucked the short, stubby organ to the point of orgasm and then jerked the fucker until his hot load exploded, raining down over Joey's muscular, athletic torso. But before Joey's hungry mouth could coax whatever remnants of tasty jizz remained in the cock tube, the man had withdrawn. The young stud was left highly disappointed, his first session in the gentlemen's club glory hole less than completely satisfying. Leaning back on his naked haunches, Joey busied himself wiping the rivulets of cum running down his chest and eating it from thick, calloused fingers. Thusly occupied, he was pleasantly startled when he heard the door opening again. Scooting closer to the hole, he detected the flash of denim-clad legs before the room went to violet.
The ultra violet lighting, combined with the intoxicating rhythm of booming music from the main room, only served to enhance Javier's marijuana high. He detected movement from the opposite side of the wall the moment he entered: the cock sucker had quickly sniffed out fresh meat. As Javier reached to unfasten his jeans and display some prime Puerto Rican prick, Joey rose to his knees and pressed his handsome face up to the wet oval opening. For the briefest of moments, just before full, sensuous lips pressed against the outline of the opening and a thick, wet tongue rolled out invitingly, Javier caught the unmistakable glimpse of five o'clock shadow on the cock hound's face. He wasn't at all surprised; Javier had always suspected that most---if not all---of the head he'd gotten in rest stop and adult movie house holes was being supplied by another dude. Long as nobody had to know about it, he didn't much care. And from the way this one was hungrily smacking his chops, Javier had the burning feeling in his loins that he was in for one ball draining blow job!
Dropping baggy jeans and boxers around his ankles, Javier balanced himself with legs wide apart as clothing would allow and gripped the wall-mounted hand holds for support. Thrusting his pelvis forward until his slim hips were pressed against the wall, he pushed his abundant package through to the other side. Sexed-up Joey watched in eager anticipation, nearly whimpering as inch upon inch of brown and cinnamon hued man meat was stuffed through the wall before him. Joey's breath caught in his throat as the damned thing kept coming and coming until a wealth of dark tangled pubes sealed the opening and a big pair of hairy, dangling balls bounced through. Fisting his own dick, Joey openly admired the impressive piece of the other. It was huge, dark and uncut, possibly seven to eight inches and still growing. Thick veins haphazardly wound along the length of its fat surface, pulsing with blue blood as it swayed and throbbed its way to full erection. The piss eye crowning the cock head, concealed by glorious folds of foreskin, winked out at Joey as the mouth-watering prick continued to swell.
Reaching out one work-calloused hand, Joey hefted the dude's mocha-colored nut sac in his sweaty palm and lightly squeezed the cum-filled orbs. The powerful, massive shaft responded by jerking up to its full size: a whopping ten solid inches. It was so thickly heavy that it swayed there in front of Joey's awestruck eyes like a tree branch in a strong breeze, burdened by its own weight. Unhanding the silken ball bag, Joey pressed open palm against the underside of the huge, dark beast. Pushing it flat against the wall, his exploratory hand journeyed up the thick main vein to the very tip. There he worked his fat index and middle finger under the folds of brown skin and peeled it back to expose the cock's head. Groaning when he saw dew drop, Joey leaned in and swiped it away with the tip of his tongue as he tugged at foreskin.
Sensing the other man's appreciation, Joey gave the entire head a wet bath, swirling his tongue around and under the hood and tasting the dude's funk. Although impossible to encircle the thick shaft with his hand, Joey pumped the steely rod, feeling the hot meat pulse wickedly in his grip. Javier was oozing pre-cum like crazy and Joey lapped up every bit of his sister's boy friend's tasty goo. His mouth traveled down the length of the shaft, lips nibbling at the thick, tasty vein. With nose buried in the tuft of hair at the base of the huge prick, Joey attacked Javier's nutsac. Highly aroused by the sweaty scent of the hefty bag, Joey licked it in earnest, sucking each hard nad into his mouth and rolling them around on his tongue. Looking upward as he heated the tangy set of balls, Joey had a bird's eye view of the throbbing ten-inch anaconda hovering over his forehead. A lazy flow of pre-cum was oozing down its hardened brown surface, headed directly toward the straight cock sucker. Joey carefully watched its progress while he munched on Javier's fragrant nuts. Just when the manly juice threatened to drip off the steely rod, Joey struck out with his tongue like an amphibian to an insect and swiped the monster clean, savoring the exotic flavor, before nesting back in the other man's scrotum. His own randy prick was creating a small puddle on the floor between his strong, beefy thighs.
Lifting the heavy sac, Joey glided his tongue well under the ball bag, causing Javier to shudder as he teased that sensitive area. The partition prevented Joey from any further advance; he would have liked to have licked his way clear through the fragrant path to the big dicked stud's ripe ass hole. He knew that hole would be sticky, sweaty and manly---just the way he liked it. Instead, he busied himself squeezing, yanking and sloppily sucking on the big, hanging ball bag. Pausing to pluck a wiry pubic hair from between his teeth, Joey took a moment to gaze at the thick ten-inch throbber pulsating heavenward with manly lust. Hocking a mouthful of saliva against the gigantic man muscle, he briefly watched his spittle co-mingle with the heavily oozing pre-cum before he dove in with a full tongued assault. Joey's wet lips skidded along the blood-engorged boner, giving it an awesome tongue bath before again stuffing the dark meat into his hungry mouth. He was so involved with his crazed feeding that he never even heard Jon slip back into the utility room until the older man was upon him.
Coming around the furnace, Jon was stopped dead in his tracks by the delectable vision directly in front of him. Joey was one mouth-watering buck with his hands pressed against the wall, arm muscles flexing as he worked over Javier's amazingly large prick. Rivulets of perspiration trailed from broad shoulders down the smooth surface of his thickly muscled, tapered back. Up on wide spread knees, with his upper body leaning against the weight of his hands, Joey's big, beautiful butt was thrust invitingly outward and just begging for some attention. Jon stripped himself nude in record time, eyes peeled on the swell of Joey's bodacious globes. Dropping to the floor and rolling over onto his back, he wedged himself under the young stud and brought his face up to that perfectly rounded, familiar ass. Taking hold of ripe, firm melons, he plunged headlong into the hair-lined crack. His tongue made long, sloppy swipes up and down the length of Joey's delicious ditch, pausing only to tickle the folds of the quivering love bud. As Jon licked and lapped at the tight pucker Joey pushed out against his face, effectively allowing the man's tongue to slip inside his shit hole. Joey's ass lips pulsed around the fat, welcome intruder as it drove deep inside him and tickled his shit chute. Jon groaned sexily as he ate out the pouting jock hole, getting it spit-soaked and ready for some hot fucking action.
While the older stud, who only a few years back had taken his cherry, continued to lustfully tongue his expanding bud, Joey grew even more aggressive with his oral manipulation of Javier's huge schlong and tasty testes. His lips and tongue were all over the hot, pulsing monster, lathing it with slimy saliva and sucking oozing sex fluid from its deeply flanged slit. With one hand flat against the wall for balance, his other rough man's hand busily jerked and fondled whatever portion of the hefty equipment his mouth wasn't working. In his doped-up mind, even Javier could tell there was no sissy boy on the other side of the partition; this was one ravenous, manly cock sucker. His grande pinga had never been treated so fucking good; the stud was obviously hot for him! Javier had half a mind to break through the wall, confront the cock lover face to face and fuck the cum right out of him! Instead, as Joey's talented tongue flicked over an extremely sensitive nerve, Javier moaned deeply while his head fell back on his shoulders, eyes rolling heavenward.
With nose buried deep under Joey's sweaty ball bag, Jon inhaled the intoxicatingly manly odor of his fuck buddy's brother as he determinedly ate the young stud's ass. His hands roamed over the hard, mountainous swell of Joey's firm buttocks and fanned out along his screaming, muscular quads. As his tongue wriggled around inside the athlete's oven like an excited eel, the sandy stubble of his chin rubbed against Joey's ass trench, causing the young buck to quiver and ride his big butt against the older man's face. He was leaking pre-cum like mad, some of it dripping down to dot Jon's forehead and mat his still-thick, short hair. The jock's stud hole tasted so fucking good that Jon's own slab of man meat was oozing precious honey onto his tight, ripped abdomen.
Sucking on Javier's big hairy balls, licking the thick shaft from root to helmet and chewing on abundant foreskin in between, Joey behaved like a wanton cock pig. Far from acting like a man about to be married to fish, he loved the dark, colossal cock as if he were a condemned man being given his final amenity. Rubbing wet, slobbering lips over the thickly veined organ and engulfing the head with his mouth so as to taste more thick, salty cock juice, Joey felt a gnawing emptiness in the back of his throat. All at once he knew he had to have it---all of it---deep down in his greedy gullet. His senses were impaired just enough to not give a damn that he could very well choke on the club-like appendage.
Abundant arm and leg muscles flexed as Joey rose from his knees, practically ripping out Jon's tongue in the process. Anchoring those hairy, tree-trunk thighs even wider he bent at the waist, swooping down on the huge prick from this more advantageous position. Devouring the heavily leaking head, his lips spread over the first few inches of the strongly veined monster until he felt it tapping at the back of his mouth. With a loud gulp he swallowed---and continued swallowing---as ten thick inches of stud meat made their way down his slick, smooth throat. Snorting like a pig in a sty through flared nostrils, Joey's head rocked to and fro as his lips swiftly journeyed downward to lock around the hairy man-root. Tears rolled down Joey's puffed-out cheeks, snot leaked from his expanded nostrils and abundant spittle free-flowed from his cock-stuffed lips as the gigantic prick throbbed maddeningly against the confines of his throat. The young stud's bull's neck appeared even more bloated, almost as though it were about to explode from the pressure within!
Javier's eyes shot wide open when he first realized the mouth was going down on him. His breath caught in his throat and his entire body shuddered as he reveled in the awesome sensations of his huge manhood being thoroughly devoured. Never before had anyone successfully taken more than half his cock length, making this an entirely new experience for the normally cocky thug. Even Sharyn, much as she "sweated" him, wouldn't do much more than lick his beefy stick. This stud with the rough, working man's hands and deep, bottomless mouth pit was loving Javier's third leg like nobody'd ever done before. Fuck if he needed Sharyn or any other bitch; Javier wanted this randy cock sucker to be his numero uno amigo!
When Joey bottomed out with his handsome face flat against the cum-crusted partition, he distinctly heard the big-dicked stud gush, "Ay Dios mio! From the darker coloring of the guy's prick (and being half Puerto Rican himself) he'd earlier suspected he was mouth wrestling with a fellow Hispanic. He could feel life's blood surging right below the silken surface of the massive man cock lodged in his throat and allowed it to pause there for a moment while he savored the sensation of being thoroughly cock stuffed. Drool leaked from the corners of his thick lips and was caught up in the tangle of rich, dark hair coating Javier's drooping nut sac before lazily trailing down the wall to wet the much-stained floor.
Stunned, but proud of the way his young apprentice had swiftly gone down on the gargantuan, Jon wasted little time in stepping up between Joey's hairy, muscular legs. Slapping his hot piece against the small of the young stud's back, Jon released a trail of saliva onto his weapon and fisted it into slickness. Pushing the raging hard on into Joey's ass trench, he pressed his ripe mushroom against the straight stud's yawning button and easily breached his hole. Joey reared, Jon bucked---and soon the middle-aged man rod was fully buried between the athlete's glorious globes. Grinding himself around inside Joey's sloppy guts, Jon quickly set the pace of their fucking by roughly pulling himself nearly out, allowing ass lips to kiss his crown, and then thrust hips forward, plunging headlong into the beautiful ass. Knowing full well Joey liked a rough, manly fuck---Jon was eager to deliver.
The hot dick pounding his prostate only served to further enflame the insatiable libido of young Joey. His throat muscles alternately constricted and contracted around the monumental flesh pole buried in his face. Not waiting for any further invitation, Javier started moving his hips and deep-fucked the cock sucker's velvety smooth throat. His hot dick glided in and out of the vacuum of Joey's mouth with long, determined strokes. Joey's thick lips were plastered against the warm, wet skin of the hard cock, creating ball-churning friction as they slid along the length of Javier's wicked pecker. Gradually the tempo increased; Javier was soon slamming his pelvis against the wall while Joey dove on the great, dark prick ravaging his wet throat.
Jon's hand were on Joey's thick, tight waist as he drove his cock deep into the younger man's slick channel. Joey ground his million-dollar ass back against the pistoning penis, taking every hit square on. His bro's best friend was pumping hell out of him like he had rarely done before, stuffing big meat into him as far as it could possibly go. Jon's heavy nut sac slapped against Joey's hard, sweaty rump with each deep thrust. The way the young stud was grunting and groaning, Jon wasn't sure whether it was from the rough fuck or the Puerto Rican dick he'd somehow managed to swallow. Jon drove harder, faster, pulling the boy back against his rampaging cock. Joey's tight ass was taking every inch of big Jon with each full throttled thrust and yet still seemed to be craving more!
Thick foreskin slid back and forth over the Hispanic's cock head pumping Joey's throat. The absolute thickness of the giant meat had his jaws ridiculously distended, veins popping out at his temples and brown eyes practically bulging. Sweating like a marathon runner, every muscle in his body was straining as he fought to maintain balance while the two men ravaged both his fuck holes. Joey slurped and sucked on the massive piece, massaging it with his throat as it advanced and retreated while he bucked back against the big plunger soaring through his slick ass chute. He'd never had anything quite so big down his throat before and, always the athlete, Joey was determined to emerge victorious, giving that big, beautiful man cock everything he had. Balling his hands into fists, he slammed them against the partition and whimpered around the huge prick, fighting through momentary discomfiture like a true competitor.
Jon was barreling into him like a steaming locomotive now, raising young Joey up on his toes with each forceful thrust. He was fucking the young man as if it were the last fuck he'd ever receive which, considering the impending marriage, it could very well turn out to be. Reaching around, he took hold of Joey's big, thick cock and began pumping. The sudden attention from the other man shot waves of indescribable pleasure throughout Joey's hunky, heaving body. Unable to control himself, his cock exploded in Jon's hand, shooting big wads of hot jizz out of his cum hole to splatter against the wall in front of him. At the same time his ravaged rectum involuntarily clamped down on Jon's battering pecker, suddenly making the fuck awesomely tight. Jon bucked, pushed and prodded, feeling the cum boiling in his ball bag. Humping Joey's curvaceous ass, he rode the stud ever harder until he reached powerful orgasm. Joey felt the man's cock swell larger inside him. Stifling a tell-tale shout, big Jon rammed his weapon home and fired huge rounds of ammunition to flood the boy's well-fucked insides. Joey retaliated with his always surprising, trademark final cum blast---a toe-curling eruption which practically knocked him off his feet and literally hosed the partition.
Unaware of what was going on beyond the partition, Javier mistook Joey's gasps and sighs as declarations of appreciation for his thick Puerto Rican jawbreaker. His brown ball sac had drawn up close to his shaft and Javier could sense the unmistakable tingling throughout his body and the pleasurable pounding at his temples. He started panting like a dog, lips drawn back to reveal gritted white teeth as his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Throwing back his head Javier let out a strangled shout and proceeded to unload a geyser of hot, tasty cum straight down Joey's throat. As the stud trashed and bucked, Joey came up off the angry dark shaft until just the head was in his mouth and let wave upon wave of tangy man juice wash over his tongue and splash against his tonsils. Javier was a big cummer and Joey didn't release him until he'd sucked out every last rich, salty gob of semen and gulped every hot bit of it down.
Weak in the legs from the most explosive blow-job of his hard-ass life, Javier stumbled against the closet door behind him. With the street-wise, jivin' Puerto Rican's cock removed from the hole, Jon was quick to block the opening before he could take a peek inside and get a look at cum slut Joey. Sure enough, soon as he got his wits about him Javier was rapping on the wall trying to get the attention of the best fuckin' cock sucker he'd ever known. Jon didn't need for either of them to learn each other's identity---at least, not yet.
Like some sort of prize fighter fresh from a winning bout, Joey was keyed up with sex adrenaline and pacing about the area, anxious to jump back into the ring and take on his next challenger. Only after much cajoling was Jon finally successful in convincing him that he would be missed before much longer. Reluctantly, Joey allowed Jon to lead him to the men's room where he cleaned himself up in the wash basin. With the club being so overly crowded, no one had even noticed Joey's lengthy absence. Returning to the main room, Joey slipped in next to his high school buddies and joined them in bawdily egging on the latest dancer. Smiling and shaking his head in amazement at the rapidity with which Joey was capable of switching gears, Jon moved to seek out Ray though the crowd. Along his journey he caught a glimpse of Javier, leaning against a back wall watching the stage action, hands dug deep into his pockets with a dreamy, self-satisfied look on his somewhat-handsome, bad boy face.
It wouldn't be all that difficult to seduce the big-dicked thug, Jon mused. All he'd probably have to do was offer him a marijuana joint and the stud would be quick to drop his drawers. After having observed the punk's mouth-watering piece first hand, Jon determined that he wanted his own personal taste.
Suddenly Ray was at his side, slapping him good-naturedly across the back. Indeed, the bachelor's party had turned out to be a resounding success.
In the conclusion of "L'il Bro Joey Gets Married", Joey finally ties the knot---but that doesn't put a stop to the cock-sucking, ass-fucking action at the ensuing wedding reception! Can all these cock lovers, assembled in one room, somehow manage to keep their sweaty hands off each other? What will transpire when cocktail hour kicks in? Will prick-loving Petie be the main event in the gentlemen's wash room? Does Jon get his hands on the behemoth swinging between Javier's thighs? Or does Javier learn the identity of his mystery cock sucker and give Joey a pre-ceremony fuck? Will hunky Ray live up to his title as "best man"? And what of all the other hunks, friends and relatives? Could Joey's wedding turn into a raunchy, all-male orgy? Keep watching for the next installment of "Straight Buddy Ray," coming later this summer.