Winter exhaled its final frosty breath in early March of that year with a blanket of early morning snow which majestically whitewashed the up-until-then dreary-looking eastern Jersey coastal corridor. Whether one adored or loathed the brisk seasonal temperatures, by winter's end most welcomed the warming trend signaling a change of season. While earliest Spring brought threatening thunderclouds, their driving rains washing away those last remnants of snow mounds and leaving a mucky mess in its wake, the temperatures gradually increased and the rains diminished until, by mid-April, flower buds were popping from the soggy earth and trees sprouted into blossom. As the warming sun remained higher in the pale blue sky and clocks sprung forward to expand daylight hours, local Mansgrove Lane was rejuvenated with activity as locals ventured out of doors, no longer prisoners of their heated dwellings. Neighbors took full advantage of the prolonged daylight by attending to their winter-damaged yards, gardens and home exteriors, teen-agers washed winter's vengeance from their beloved first car and children frolicked on the sidewalks and streets, grateful to be outdoors and playing with their friends. The quiet, picturesque Jersey burg, with its tree-lined curbed street, white picket fences and full frontal trellised porches designed for neighborly tete-a-tetes appeared pleasantly serene, a nicely wholesome place to live---effectively masking the secret passions of the male population within.
On a pleasant Saturday morning in late April old Nikos Stavros donned a light sweater and brought his coffee and newspaper out onto the front porch which stretched the front width of his home. Making himself comfortable on a cushioned wicker chair, he placed the coffee cup and saucer down on the matching table before him and paused to take a long deep breath of the early Spring air. As a young man Nikos enjoyed the winter months frolicking in the snow with his son, building impressive forts in the drifts and erecting snow men in the front yard. But the older he got, the less Stavros tolerated the cold weather. The idea of relocating to a warmer climate had played about in Stavros' mind, but the missus was reluctant to uproot herself and move far away from her son and his family. And, within the past year, Nikos was no longer certain he wished to leave the new life he'd made for himself. At fifty seven years of age he found himself getting more sexual gratification then ever before in his life---and it wasn't coming from his wife, who'd completely lost interest in pleasures of the flesh years ago.
A casual glance out an upstairs window into the back yard of his next door neighbor had reawakened a long neglected libido in the still attractive, dark skinned Greek grandfather. His fat cock shot up to its full eight and one half inches the moment he spied hunky athlete Joey Giagianno buck naked and fingering his ass hole out by the family swimming pool. In a moment of what certainly had to have been temporary insanity, and with his heart thundering in his strong barreled chest, Nikos stealthily made his way over to the Giagianno's back yard and accosted nineteen year old Joey. Rather than fighting the oral and anal intrusion Joey, who was already horned up beyond control, greedily welcomed Niko's thick, solid shaft. Thus began a frequent and mutually satisfying fuck relationship spanning the seemingly wide generation gap which had continued until only a few weeks before Joey's marriage a few months back. Although the ethnic stud sucked cock like a pro and craved a rough, hard fuck, Joey Giagianno believed himself to be as hetero as his adored older brother. Hardly the brightest boy on the block, dumb jock Joey was convinced sex was something guys did with each other same as talking sports, drinking beer and ogling women's tits on a lazy day.
It was Joey who introduced Stavros to the mind (and ball) blowing talents of his very own grandson, young Peter. As it turned out, Joey and cute-as-a-button Petie had been fuck buddies for some time. All those times the two young athletes played a game of one-on-one on the paved driveway between the homes, shooting balls into the hoop above the garage doors, Stavros nor anyone else suspected the loser of the match later got fucked by the winner. During one of those sessions Nikos unwittingly walked in on the two of them going at it in an upstairs bedroom, Joey's humongously thick cock buried down Petie's throat while he fingered the Greek's winking ass hole. Stavros wasted little time mounting his grand son and lavishing himself in the moist, warm pleasures of pretty Petie's often-fucked hole. Grandfather soon learned what a wanton little sex pig the innocent looking teen really was and neither could keep their hands off the other. Petie's weekend visits to his grand parents became more frequent and grandmom, safely ensconced in her own bedroom, never suspected what went on between the two when lights were out.
A reflective smile deepened the crinkles around the edges of the older man's big dark eyes, the only tell-tale signs belying his advanced years. Stavros still had a hard body, the result of all those early years toiling away with hard manual labor at the steel mill where he'd been employed. Now the owner of a local diner, which practically ran itself, Nikos hadn't allowed himself to go soft in the body and was considered by most ladies to be a fine figure of a man. It certainly helped matters that he'd maintained a full head of thick, wavy salt and pepper hair, worn a bit longer than most men his age would have dared, the shade matching the heavy even mustache above his upper lip. Women melted when the successful older man smiled broadly, revealing that sexy gap between his front teeth. It was the first thing which attracted widow Hilda Davison to the married grandfather.
Stavros detected a movement from an open upstairs window of the Davison home across the street and watched as Hilda poked through the window to shake out an area rug. Her eyes searched out any activity from the Giagianno house directly across the street and then meandered over to settle on Nikos lounging on his front porch. A smile spread across her face and she waved pleasantly before slipping back indoors. Stavros shook his head amusedly and took a sip of his coffee. Hilda Davison was a sexual firecracker who had probably single-handed caused the death of her husband with her above-average libido. With his grandson attending college in southern Florida and Joey out of circulation since his marriage, Stavros had begun a winter's fling with the wanton widow. Hilda fucked like there was no tomorrow and took Nikos to the heights of orgasm again and again on their occasional trysts. Stavros found himself curious over Hilda's seeming fascination over the Giagianno brothers; she could never seem to stop extolling their obvious virtues and once, during a particularly heated fuck session, shouted out Joey's brother's name as she came. Stavros had little doubt the widow harbored sexual fantasies over the hunky brothers and wondered at her jealous reaction if she knew he'd frequently fucked Joey's hot, hairy hole and suspected straight husband Ray was doing the same with his bisexual buddy. That other man, Jon, paid two late-night visits to the Stavros home over the past winter; after Jon found out Joey was getting dicked by the older man, he couldn't wait to get an ass full for himself. Reasonably sure Ray knew little of the extracurricular activites of his brother or best buddy, Stavros was the last to let the cat out of the bag. After all, he had a good thing going and had no intention of antagonizing his lusty male whores.
While Hilda aptly satisfied his manly needs, Stavros couldn't help but long for the hot, accommodating boy pussy of his nineteen-year-old grandson. In a matter of weeks the curly-haired basketball pup would be home for summer break. Stavros could hardly wait to reintroduce the little slut to his hard, driving man meat. As he sat there on the porch Nikos spread the newspaper over his lap to conceal the erection which had caused a considerable bulge in the front of his slacks. Thinking about Petie always had that effect upon him. He shuddered to think what would happen if the boy's father, his own son, ever found out he'd been buggering the kid. Neither Spiros or his wife had the slightest clue that their innocent, sports-minded son had been fucked by more men from the time he was thirteen than the most popular hooker could have had in her entire career. Stavros had little doubt Petie was far from lonely way down there in sunny Florida. The possibilities caused his big old cock to leak excited pre-cum as he sat there on the porch.
The front door to the Davison home opened a few inches and Stavros could clearly see Hilda framed in the alcove giving him that unmistakable come-hither look. Quickly glancing over his shoulder to be certain the missus was no where around, Stavros dropped the paper to the porch and rose from his seat. Stuffing hands deeply into his pockets to conceal his hard-on from any neighbors who might happen by, the old man whistled softly as he crossed the street. His grandson's sweet ass may have gotten him all horned up this morning, but it would be the wanton widow who satiated his libido. Entering the vixen's lair, he leaned against the closed door and released his mammoth hard on. Hilda dropped to her knees, pleased by his readiness, and took him into her mouth while her trusty vibrator whirred in her constantly dripping pussy.
Old Stavros was right on the mark with his summation of young Peter's extracurricular activities. Within the first few weeks of his arrival in Florida Petie became a regular fixture at several sorority houses, getting his prized ass royally fucked by any number of collegiate studs. Practically the entire school football team, including Head Coach, had a go at the freshman before semester's end. Coach Webb gave Petie a standing invitation to the team locker room, believing the curly-topped Greek relieved his athletes' sexual tension. The team wound up with the best winning season in the college's long history, in no small part due to Petie's special talents. As if all the hot campus cock wasn't enough, Petie also discovered an off-campus glory hole where he regularly sucked any number of anonymous local dick until the wee hours of the morning.
All this social activity left little time for his studies, as Petie's grades easily revealed. His dangerously low grade point average threatened a return to the school in the fall, a reality which caused major upset for most of his ardent admirers. It took a great deal of finagling to "fix" his grades to reflect a much higher, and more acceptable, average. Dean Krauss, a strict disciplinarian and former Military man, had never before taken part in such an underhanded and decidedly unethical maneuver, but he couldn't bear the thought of not having his weekly office sessions with the cute Greek boy firmly ensconced on his naked lap. His cohort in the grade fixing, middle-aged English Professor Drake Henderson, had fallen hopelessly in lust with Petie from the moment he looked across the class room into the boy's long lashed brown eyes. Married for over twenty five years, and with teen-agers of his own, Henderson was so completely taken with the Stavros boy that he planned to lease a private apartment for their steamy assignations. Pete did things to him that no woman---most certainly his prudish wife---had ever done. It excited him beyond belief to have the tall and slender teen under his much older body, praising his prowess as he bucked and lunged into Petie's deliciously warm boy cunt. The smooth bodied pup displayed absolutely no sexual inhibitions; he'd amazed Henderson that first time he'd blown him and swallowed every drop of his load. No one had ever done that to him before! Henderson was so aroused that he shot off another huge load within the next fifteen minutes, making him feel like a virile younger man once again.
Currently completing his thirteenth term as Dean at the University, and having previously taught there for a good number of years, Krauss never encountered a student quite like Peter Stavros---the complete opposite of himself at the boy's age. Having grown up an army brat, moving from base to base with his father's frequent reassignments, it was quite natural for a young Robert Krauss to pursue a military life. Early on he learned the art of respect and the value of discipline. Enlistment was easy for the boy, who wanted nothing more than to be the type of strong, courageous man his father was. He was a drill sergeant's dream, following orders to the letter and working himself beyond the point of endurance. Daily his physique seemed to reshape itself as the eighteen year old Krauss grew more hard bodied and hard edged. His unbridled passion and gusto in serving his country was a point of conjecture for his fellow soldiers, but none dared mess with a rough-nosed bull like Robert. His future with Uncle Sam seemed bright and secured.
The senior Krauss, son of a German immigrant, retired from service in Robert's twenty-second year and planned on taking his wife to the homeland to investigate the family roots. Sadly, a tragic automobile accident took the life of Greta Krauss shortly before the trip, leaving Hans Krauss a lonely widower. Without the companionship of his bride or the familiar routine of his military life, Hans sought solace at the bottom of a bottle. Robert was shocked to learn of his father's downward spiral; the man had always been a rock, practically displaying no emotion towards anything. Taking a leave, he ventured out to the home his parents purchased in the state of Virginia after his father's retirement.
The first unsettling thing he noticed was the overgrown front lawn; his father was always something of a stickler for meticulousness. Further, it struck Robert strange that the drive was crowded with several beat-up jalopies, forcing him to park his rental car on the street. Stepping up on the porch he discovered the front door partly ajar, the sound of loud rock 'n roll music coming from inside. Just then the door was thrust inward and a scruffy looking pot-bellied old timer with straggly white hair nearly collided with him. Robert's hands involuntarily went out to steady the man, who chuckled drunkenly as he noticed the younger man's uniform.
"You go 'n get 'im, soldier," the semi-toothless wreck giggled, his breath reeking of alcohol. "He's takin' on all comers today!" And then he stumbled down the stairs and out of the yard, seemingly to some destination down the cottage-lined street. Taking a deep breath, Robert pushed the door and entered his father's home. The combined scent of stale beer mixed with the sweet odor of marijuana instantly assailed his nostrils. Glancing around the hallway, kitchen area off to the left and dining area to the right, Robert could see the house had fallen into disarray since his mother's untimely demise. Steeling himself for whatever he might find, Robert curiously ventured down the darkened hallway toward the voices and music in the back living room area. There was nothing which would have prepared him for the sight which befell his eyes when he stepped through the archway into the smoke-filled room.
Better than half a dozen unkempt men and teens were lounging around the disorderly room chugging down beer, smoking cigarettes and passing around a marijuana joint. His dad's obvious drinking buddies were in one state of undress or another and most look liked they could have used a good bath. With his line of vision blocked by the back of a sofa, Robert dared to venture into the room a little further and halted dead in his tracks. Sprawled out on the floor littered with empty bottles and cigarette butts was his military father. The elder Krauss was completely nude and down on all fours like a dog, entertainment for the rest of the group. A tattoo freak with a drunken smile and scraggly beard was behind him, pumping his cock into Robert's father's ass while a young, reed-thin teen with bad teeth slammed his prick into the man's slobbering mouth. Every now and then Krauss would come off the dirty cock to chug from his beer bottle before gobbling up the kid's piece again.
Robert watched in stunned silence, unnoticed by the others, as the two used his father like an old road whore. The kid in front started breathing heavily and in short order was blowing his load into Krauss' mouth. The senior Krauss lapped up all the juice like it was a favorite beer chaser, leaving Robert with little doubt his father was a willing participant in the debacle. The kid barely finished when another man, this one appearing to be a hard-lived thirty-something, rose from the sofa to push the teen out of the way and offer up his hard-on to the cock sucker. Slowly backing away from the group, Robert stood in the shadows of the alcove and breathlessly watched as one after another had their way with his old man. And then, almost shamelessly, he unzipped the front of his military issue slacks and fished out his own burdensome hard-on, guiltily masturbating to the hedonistic display. As depraved as the situation was, Robert Krauss was uncontrollably aroused by the grotesque orgy of male flesh.
It was to be the last time he ever saw his father. Robert fled the house after blowing his load over the dirty, dusty hallway floor, caught the next plane back to base and tried his hardest to block the pornographic images of his once strong and proud father reduced to a cum bucket for a group of drunks and winos. He refused to admit, even to himself, that he'd momentarily considered stepping up to his father, filling his ass with son cock and brutally fucking him for having sunk so low. Hans was so drunk and stoned he would probably never have even known it was his military son tearing up his cum drenched man hole. Robert sought sexual solace with one prostitute after another, all of them more than willing to spread their creamy thighs for the handsome, muscular soldier. But none could make him forget the strangely erotic feelings which were born in him in his father's home. Even when Hans Krauss' body finally succumbed to alcohol and drug abuse and the man was laid to rest, Robert's personal demons lived on.
When an unanticipated and potentially recurring injury forced a reluctant Robert out of the military, he diligently worked toward a degree in teaching. While there he met a young coed who became his wife and, eventually, the mother of his daughter. Robert secured a teaching position with a prestigious university in Florida, primarily due to his impressive military background, and life seemed to finally be going well for him. His no-nonsense attitude and strict disciplinary background made him an eventual shoo-in when the position of Dean became available. He was tough, sometimes brutally so, but there was little problem at the University: a parent could rest assured their child was in safe and capable hands under Dean Krauss' administration.
Krauss was fifty-four years of age when he first encountered Petie Stavros. Over the years he'd kept himself in tip-top physical shape, refusing to give up on the strict routine he'd adopted in his military life. Always clean shaven, he even wore his now-gray hair in the same close-cropped buzz cut. When Petie was called into the Dean's office for disciplinary action and first laid eyes on the hunky, older man his always hungry ass hole immediately began twitching with need and desire. Petie had been caught red handed by the ancient janitor giving a hasty, sloppy blow job to a university visitor in an on-campus rest room. The old man, ever loyal to Dean Krauss for keeping him around in his advanced years, felt duly compelled to report the incident. Krauss thanked the janitor, assuring him that he would further investigate the matter. While awaiting arrival of the student in his office, Krauss opened Peter Stavros' file in preparation for their meeting, during which he had the utmost intention of expelling the young teen. Opening the file, Krauss' breath caught in his throat when he got his first look at the enclosed high school picture of the curly haired Greek boy. His heart beat faster in his strong chest as images of the innocent looking basketball pup's Cupid lips giving head on his intolerant campus intermixed with the long-repressed remembrance of his father's cock sucking antics. Krauss' thick meat began to lengthen down his inner thigh. Quickly checking himself he slammed the folder shut, startled that he'd allowed those thirty year old memories to entice him, and mopped his perspiring brow with a handkerchief as he loosened the constraining tie from around his bull's neck. Marion, the secretary who had been with him from the beginning, announced the arrival of the student over the intercom and Krauss prepared himself for the uneasy encounter.
Peter Stavros' beauty was breathtaking; only his years of training in self-discipline aided Krauss in maintaining his stern composure. Nothing like the sissy Krauss expected, the almost pretty nineteen year old carried himself like any other campus basketball jock. In fact, Krauss' first impression was that a mistake had been made in identifying the latrine cock sucker. Old George the Janitor was getting well along in years and perhaps his eye sight wasn't as good as it once had been. There certainly were other tall, curly and dark haired male students at the university---surely one of them and not this deeper-voiced, testosterone-laden lad was the true culprit. But the truth was revealed in a matter of minutes; Petie, appearing decidedly nervous, failed to deny the charges leveled against him. Thunderstruck, all his preconceived and stereotypical notions about queer boys dashed by Petie's youthful masculinity, the older man rose from his seat. Extolling the seriousness of Petie's careless actions, Krauss came around in front of the boy, resting his ass on the edge of the desk. His tone of voice was particularly hard as he verbally chastised young Stavros and enlightened the boy to the necessary repercussions. Speaking to the lad like an unruly recruit, Krauss halted in mid-sentence when he suddenly realized that young Peter was unabashedly staring at his crotch. The boy's brown eyes shot upward at the break in Krauss' speech and his handsome face crimsoned with the realization he'd been caught red-handed ogling the Dean's big bulge.
Years of pent-up frustration welled out of Dean Krauss, who grabbed a big fistful of the cock sucker's shirt and effortlessly yanked him up out of the seat. Frightened by the man's sudden violent actions, Petie was dragged back behind the desk before he ever had a chance to defend himself. Krauss sat down heavily on his plush leather chair, pulling the unruly pretty boy face down across his lap. Petie attempted to squirm out of the situation, but Krauss held the boy in place with one powerful arm while the other began forcefully spanking his buttocks.
"Discipline!" the bigger man raged. "That's what you boys are lacking....discipline! I'll teach you a thing or two, you young upstart!"
Petie whimpered with each resounding slap, but the hard-on pressing into the thigh of Dean Krauss told his true pleasure, much as the mammoth erection tenting the front of Krauss' slacks revealed the older man's excitement. Krauss began to openly caress Petie's firm globes between each deliberate smack, ultimately abandoning punishment to slide a strong, hairy-knuckled hand under the boy's jeans and feel the warm, abused flesh of his taut ass. For over thirty years, Robert Krauss had repressed the sexual desires born in him that afternoon in his father's living room and now, with the willing assistance of his young charge, intended to indulge himself in sweet male flesh. Peter Stavros dodged expulsion that afternoon in the Dean's office, taking Krauss to sexual heights he'd never before explored. From that day forward, his on and off campus antics were overlooked by Krauss---so long as the boy kept his weekly appointment in the Dean's office.
It came as no surprise to Petie when he was once again summoned by the Dean during his last week on campus before returning to Jersey for the summer. The boy was in good spirits, happy with life at the university but looking forward to going home and getting dicked by his grandfather (who fucked like a bear), his best buddy Joey (who may have gotten married, but surely hadn't lost his cock hunger), hunky bi-guy Jon (who'd fucked the daylights out of him at Joey's wedding reception) and Joey's straight brother Ray (Pete'd fallen hopelessly in lust with the handsome married man and hoped big Ray would throw him another fuck by season's end). Secretary Marion wasn't at her desk, as was often the case when Petie made his visits, so the carefree teen just waltzed his ass right on in to Dean Krauss' office. Petie was pleasantly surprised to find Professor Henderson occupying one of the chairs facing the desk behind which the Dean was seated. The two men got right to the point, explaining to the jock slut how they'd manufactured his poor grades so that he could return to the university in the fall for his sophomore year. They further warned him such assistance could not be provided in the future and that he must buckle down in the fall semester and maintain an average grade point---if not better. Petie positively gushed with gratitude; he hadn't been exactly certain how he would explain his academic failure to his parents. He couldn't very well tell them he spent the majority of his freshmen year gorging himself on sunshine state cock.
"Thanks, Dean Krauss. I promise to make it up to you," he said sheepishly, then quickly added, "by improving my study habits. I've got lots of reasons to want to remain at the university; Coach Webb was even telling me chances are looking pretty good I'll make the basketball team next year."
Krauss shifted in his seat as his big cock stirred to life, realizing the teen whore must have seduced the rough, macho Coach in much the same way as himself and Henderson. The damned grunt was fucking himself through the entire faculty! Petie grinned mischievously at the Dean's reaction and turned his head to glance at Henderson, who was just beyond the coffee table separating them. The middle aged Professor was staring at him through lust glazed eyes, the hairy knuckled hand bearing his wedding ring massaging the obvious bulge in the front of his slacks. Provocatively licking his lips, Petie scooted down lower in the seat and, spreading long legs widely apart, groped his own crotch in full view of the two men. Not one to be left out of the action, Krauss fumbled with his belt buckle and unfastened the front of his pants, releasing his rigid hard-on. Petie knew from much experience the older man sported a long, thick piece corded with muscle and veins, its big round head now poking over the desk top. Smacking his lips together, young Petie crossed arms over his torso and, grasping shirt's hem, pulled it up and over his head. Both mature men groaned audibly when Petie's slender, hairless and lightly toned upper body was revealed in all its youthful splendor. Henderson hurriedly dug out his middle aged hog, a hard and heavy piece with big, low hangers and flared cap which drooled honey the moment he laid eyes on the curly haired Greek slut.
With a wide grin spread over his cute, wholesome face Petie unzipped his jeans and, raising trim hips, yanked both denim and briefs from his body. Scooching down even lower in the chair to effectively thrust his crotch outward, Petie took hold of his nice teen meat and began to stroke it in front of the two. All sorts of appreciate grunts and groans were coming from Krauss and Henderson, who were clearly enjoying Petie's unabashed display. Their eyes lewdly traversed every contour of the student's naked body, practically frothing from their mouths as they jerked their own hardened cock meat. With a knowing, saucy grin Petie threw one leg over the arm of the chair. Cupping his ball bag in the palm of one hand, the wanton whore reached under his raised buttock and slid his fingers up into the moist crack of his sweet young ass.
"Oh, yesssssssssss!" Henderson moaned, but it was Krauss who was first to his feet. Dropping slacks and boxers to the floor and struggling with his shirt and tie, the Dean gruffly ordered, "At attention, grunt!" And Petie, already knowing the scenario, obediently complied. Rising, he swiftly approached the desk which Krauss cleared with a sweep of his muscular arm. Turning his back on the Dean, Petie hoisted himself up onto the desk top and was grasped under the armpits by Krauss, who pulled him across the polished surface. Lying on his back with head dangling over the edge, Petie looked up into the ripe, hairy crotch of the horndog Dean. The thick engorged prick brushed across his face and touched his lips. Throwing his head back even further and opening his cock hungry mouth wide, Petie provided a clear, inviting entrance for the older man. Dean Krauss sunk his fat horn into the farthest recesses of the freshmen's wet throat until his graying pubes were mashed against Petie's chin. Petie groaned appreciatively around the tasty cock and began doing things with his mouth that even the best Singapore whore had never done for the man.
Henderson wasted little time in stripping out of his clothes and joining the steamy sex fest. At forty-nine years of age Henderson wasn't hard-bodied and buffed like the Dean, but he was still in fairly decent shape for a man of his years. He'd certainly gotten a little soft around the middle due to his wife's fine baking skills, but his arms, legs and chest were nicely thick and meaty---as was his prominent, pleasure-seeking prick---giving him the look of an ex-football player. Drake Henderson had succumbed to hereditary baldness years ago, leaving his dome bare with a close-cropped crown around the back and sides of his head. He offset the sparseness up top with a thick and sexy handle-bar mustache, always neatly trimmed along his upper lip, which drove his wife wild between the sheets. Much as the couple still engaged in sexual contact even after twenty-five years of marriage, Henderson had always desired something more---eventually finding it between the suckling lips and tight butt cheeks of Petie Stavros.
Taking hold of Petie under the knees, Henderson lifted the boy's widespread legs up and back. Lasciviously licking his lips as he glared at the Greek lad's creamy ass, Henderson wrapped a hand around his engorged meat and stroked himself as he caressed Petie's glamorous globes with the other. His fat fingertips traveled the peach-fuzz lined crack of the teen's sweet melons and eagerly probed between them. Locating the buried button, Henderson screwed a middle finger into the basketball slut. Henderson's rigid prick pulsed even more maddeningly as Petie's remarkable ass gobbled his digit down to the third knuckle without so much as a whimper. The teen's ass gyrated on the desk top as Henderson easily inserted a second and third finger and worked them in and out of the relaxed fuck hole.
"Looks as if someone's already been in here today, Dean Krauss," the English Professor looked across at the military man. "He's loosened up and very wet inside."
"That true, grunt?" the Dean demanded, yanking his drenched prick from the cocksucker's lips. "Have you been fucking around on this campus already today?"
Petie responded by burying his face in the moist, hairy wedge between the Dean's legs just beyond his dangling ball sac. As his tongue worked its way into the man's sweaty ass crack and lapped at his shitter, the Dean quickly lost interest in an answer to his snooping query. Digging his tongue deeper between the man's chiseled buttocks and sloppily sucking his hole, Petie thought about this morning's assignation with both Coach Webb and Greg Tyler, his young, hung and recently married assistant. Tyler had fucked him first, depositing his load way up inside Petie's bowels, allowing the Coach sloppy seconds. Petie smiled blissfully as he snacked, pondering the pleasantry of two torrid three-ways in one glorious day.
Every time the curly haired sex pup ate out his asshole, Dean Krauss felt as if he were having a sex-tacular out of body experience. Eating ass wasn't something any of the women in his long life were attuned to performing, yet on their second assignation Petie Stavros had spit-shined his chute to ball-churning perfection. Krauss nearly lost his load just from the wicked loving the uninhibited Greek made to his man hole. Petie always ate ass like it was fruit from the Gods---and this time was no exception. Krauss eyeballs rolled upwards, deeply masculine moans escaping his parted lips as the boy licked, sucked and probed between the lips of his straight man ass. His heavy, muscle-corded cock-a-saurous dangled over the boy's upper body, dripping a steady flow of precious pre-cum over Petie's lean pectorals.
Four of Henderson's fat fingers were plunging in and out of the freshmen's man-lubed boy hole as the envious Professor observed the Dean being eaten alive. Talking hold of Petie's nice teen cock, Henderson stroked it in his big fist as he worked the slut's hole with his other paw. Krauss felt the sexy moan from the boy reverberate through his entire rectum. He could hardly stand it any more; he had to fuck that chowing mouth! Stepping back, Krauss dragged his ball sac across Petie's chin and lips, resting it on his nose and plunged his throbbing member back down the boy's throat. Failing to stop, he used the student's wet mouth like a whore's pussy. Thrusting his fat meat back and forth, the Dean grabbed hold of Petie's legs, spreading them even wider and pulled them back toward him, allowing Henderson easier access. Unhanding the teen's private parts, Henderson climbed up onto the desk and positioned himself between Petie's smooth, outstretched thighs. Lining up his cock knob with the kid's gaping hole, Henderson sunk deep into Petie's pouting pussy. His ass was all wet and slippery from the fucking he'd taken earlier in the day so that a swift plunge by Henderson filled him with steaming beef steak.
"Oh, yesssssssssssss," the proficient Professor sighed. "Always feels so fine up this handsome boy's sweet ass!"
"Don't I know it," Dean Krauss agreed, his own prominent pleasure tool pumping pretty Petie's hot, wet throat and thwarting any response from the teen slut. "Get him all loosed up for me, Henderson. I intend to give this boy a fuck he'll remember all summer."
Krauss' nasty words got Henderson even more heated and he set in to fucking the student with everything he had. Petie whimpered like a puppy around the schlong invading his face, swallowing the tasty slab of meat all the way down to the root. The big set of dangling balls swinging to and fro threatened to leave the boy with a pair of black eyes, but Petie didn't care. He was getting dicked by two horny and desperate husbands who held the key to his academic future; it was his extreme pleasure to keep these older men satiated.
Henderson gave Petie the hot, hard fuck he knew the teen slut enjoyed, pulling his mature cock out to the flange-rimmed head and then mightily plunging back in until his ball sac slapped against young Petie's creamy, soft melons. Continually thrusting his pelvis forward, Henderson drove deep inside the b-ball pup's sloppy guts, pounding his talented ass and causing Petie to excitedly wriggle about on the desk top. He'd never dared fuck his wife as fast and furiously as he fucked curly haired Petie, his favorite---and only---stud muffin.
The two horned up men continued to go at the boy from both ends until Krauss abruptly yanked his heavily leaking tool from Petie's mouth trench. With strong arms under the teen's pits, Krauss yanked the fuck boy away from Henderson's piston and pulled him completely off the desk. Petie was on his feet, firm young body pressed back against Krauss' muscular physique as the older man's arms encircled him and blatantly caressed his torso. Henderson looked slightly peeved at having his raunchy fuck session interrupted until the Dean issued his instructions.
"Sit on the edge of the desk," the older man growled. Henderson obediently scrambled into position: leaning back on his elbows, the Professor's ass rested on the edge of the desk with his feet dangling close to the floor, thighs spread wide and hard, wet cock dancing expectantly. Squatting low, Krauss grasped Petie in the joint behind his knees and lifted the boy's legs up and out. Petie's back was pressed against the Dean's chest, his head resting on one shoulder as Krauss positioned the boy's gaping ass hole directly over Henderson's big tool. With one hand wrapped around its thigh base, Henderson held his prick steady while Krauss lowered Petie onto the throbbing member. Nearly half of Henderson's length slipped between Petie's quivering ass lips before Krauss halted, his strong arms holding the boy in place.
"Fuck him!" the Dean ordered and Henderson began thrusting his loins upward, fucking the slut from this new and highly enjoyable position.
"Fuck, yeah!" Petie gasped. "Your cock feels so fuckin' good inside me, Professor. Almost as good as yours, Dean Krauss. Fuck me with everything you've got, just like you did couple of nights ago. Give it to me hard---the way we both like it!"
Henderson had begun to perspire from his exertions, life's blood pounding in his veins. He was fucking upwards into the boy's pleasure pit, his buttocks rising from the desk and then slapping back down. He could feel the sweat pooling beneath him, making the desk top slick and slippery. And then Krauss was lifting the teen up higher, a momentary confusion causing Henderson to cease his fucking actions.
"Grab his ass and yank those cheeks wide apart," the Dean ordered and Henderson followed instruction, feeling Petie's rubbery band loosen around his cock head as the boy was forced open wider. Releasing the slut with one arm, Krauss reached down to take hold of his throbbing, rigid member and pressed it up against the underside of Henderson's wet tool. Henderson groaned huskily at this new sensation of another man's hot, pulsing appendage radiating its warmth against his own manhood. He gasped even more heatedly when Krauss' hand took both their man cocks in his big hand, holding them together as he gradually lowered the quivering boy.
Petie's ravaged sphincter had no choice but to stretch wide and accept the twin cock meat slowly pressing up inside him. Inch by inch the manly cocks pressed forward, widening Petie's fuck channel and stuffing him with his favorite sex food. Petie panted and groaned as he felt the pulsating cocks easing their way further into his fuck chute, rivulets of perspiration draining from his taut body. His ass lips were stretched impossibly wide by the double girth of the massive weapons, but Petie was extremely aroused by this new, awesome sensation. He was getting double donged by Dean Krauss and Professor Henderson---hell, this should secure his position through the next three years at the University!
The penetration didn't cease until Petie was firmly rested on the root of both sizeable man cocks. His sweat soaked head rolled about on the strong chest of the Dean, who was once again holding him in place with both strong arms. Moaning and groaning in his own sexual nirvana, Petie could feel the two ass missiles throbbing deep inside him, threatening to burst him wide open.
"OH, FUCK, YESSSS!" he cried out. "TWO HOT FUCKIN' COCKS UP MY ASS!!"
And then they began to move. Lowering his hips and gliding his cock down along Henderson's beating tool, Krauss brought his prick to almost an inch from Petie's ass mouth before sliding it right back in again. After a short while Henderson got the rhythm of Krauss' fucking and followed suit. When Krauss was half ways back up the sloppy, stretched fuck hole Henderson began to pull his throbbing member out and, when he felt the base of Krauss' hairy root against his tool, thrust his hips back up while the other man eased out. They worked in tandem, rigid cock meat sawing in and out of Petie's ultra-tight hole more swiftly with each thrust.
The sudden chirping of a cell phone did nothing to thwart their animalistic ritual. Fumbling for the phone he'd earlier placed on the desk top, Petie glanced at the display and saw it was his father displayed in the caller identification. To the surprise of both men, Petie breathlessly answered the call. "Hi, Dad....oh, yes, I'm doing fine....REAL fine....unnngghhhh...can't wait to see you either, Dad......arrrrggggggghhhhhhhhh......no, Dad, I'm....I'm on the trrrrrrack.....joggin'......ohhhhhhh, yeah.........hard to talk right now, Dad....NO! CAN'T STOP!......DON'T WANNA STOP!!!......WON'T LET ME STOP!!!....GOTTA KEEP MOVIN'.......same flight info, Dad.....ewwwwwwwwwwffffffffffff.....see you at the airport...love you, Dad....and Mom.......and....oooooohhhhhh.......and Grandpa......." The call terminated, Petie tossed the phone back onto the desk and redirected his attention to the two horny fuckers. "GIVE ME A WICKED, RAUNCHY FUCK, YOU HOT STUDS!!"
Petie was in seventh heaven, completely enraptured by the delicious sensations permeating his nether regions. In all his sexual exploits, he'd never been doubled fucked before---and was finding that he thoroughly enjoyed it. As his prostate was doubly massaged, Petie's own rock hard pecker leaked copious pre-cum, pooling in his pubic patch and leaking down over his tightened ball sac. Although Krauss attempted to hold him in place, Petie the slut couldn't help but get into the action and humped his ass up and down on the invading appendages.
Both men worked the boy, and each other, with their massive tools. The Dean's big poker felt equally good sliding along Henderson's rod as it did excavating the depths of Petie's shit chute. It was all if the men were fucking each other within the teen. They bucked and thrust with all their might while Petie gasped and contorted, the twin cocks bringing him closer to the edge. And when the twin cocks busted his prostate once too often, Petie's pretty prick exploded, shooting a virtual geyser of sweet teen cream high into the air and splashing onto Henderson's face. Having never before experienced such a thunderous climax, Petie's entire body writhed from unbridled pleasure, his insides spasming against the battering rams.
Henderson lost his nut first. With his entire body trembling, and Petie's spent jizz dripping from his mustache, the Professor shouted aloud as his ball bag erupted, shooting scads of hot cream up into the teen slut's battered bowels. Krauss fucked even harder against him, the trip suddenly made even slicker by the abundant fuck juice which had suddenly flooded the trench. Fucking deep inside the boy, using Henderson's fuck slop for extra lubrication, Krauss clenched teeth as he felt that familiar locomotive chugging throughout his body. With a guttural cry he thrust his loins forward, burying himself ball's deep, and fired one round after another of sticky ammunition into the boy's already drenched guts.
It was the last rendezvous any of them were to have for now, leaving both men with a ball-aching loneliness and high expectations for the fall semester. While the Dean and Professor were pleasurable fuck buddies, Petie knew he wouldn't be pining away for either of them as much as they most undoubtedly would be for him. Back home he had more than enough cock to keep his hungry ass hole satisfied and looked forward to an assignation with his hung grandfather the very night of his return.
Unfortunately for Peter, such was not to be the case. Greeted by his parents at the airport a few days later, a crestfallen Petie learned that his grandparents were abroad on a two week cruise. Trying to mask his disappointment and not put a damper on the homecoming, Petie wondered how he could effectively release the sexual itch he'd built up thinking about a night in his grandfather's bed. Placing a call to his recently married buddy Joey failed to provide the hoped-for solution. Joey and his bride were on their way out the door to keep a dinner date with his big hunky brother Ray and his wife, although Joey promised they'd talk later in the week. There was something about Joey's tone which gave Petie the impression studly Joey wasn't near as happy with married life as he'd expected to be.
Petie would have liked to have connected with Jackson, Joey's husky best man who Petie had fucked around with out in the parking lot during the bachelor's party---but Petie didn't have the stud's telephone number. And a call to bi-guy Jon's cell only connected him with voice mail, which Petie declined to utilize. Stretched across his bed, the trim athletic teen considered borrowing his father's car and visiting one of the cruisier spots to which he'd long ago become acquainted. With all his other options having dwindled, it appeared the only solution to the aching in his loins. Allowing his long lashes to fall closed, Petie decided to take a few moments rest and then head out to one of his old haunts---perhaps the supermarket strip mall latrine where he'd first begun his cock sucking career.
Re-opening his eyes some time later, Petie lay there feeling somewhat disoriented. It took him a few moments to realize that he was immersed in near total darkness. Jumping up and swinging his legs over the side of the mattress, he reached out for the clock on the bedside table. Petie's eyes widened in shock when he observed the digits at half past midnight; he'd been asleep for hours!
Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Petie padded on stocking feet out into the darkened hallway and headed toward the bathroom. All was quiet in the house; his parents had probably retired hours ago. The bright light from the john temporarily blinding him, Petie stood in front of the toilet relieving his bladder and wondering why he hadn't been roused from his sleep. The folks probably figured he was bushed after his flight and needed the rest---but what Petie actually needed was a nice hard cock down his throat and another up his ass. There was little chance of that now. Petie knew better than to take the car without permission and the rest stops with guaranteed action would certainly be a hike by bicycle. He'd barely finished pissing and Petie's pert pecker was already hardening with desire---and there was no relief in sight. The best he'd be able to manage tonight would be a hot time with the butt plug Henderson had bequeathed to him and his own five fingered penile manipulations.
Departing the bathroom Petie detected his mother's labored breathing from their opened doorway down the hallway. Anna Stavros suffered from some sort of sleeping disorder which Petie failed to fully understand. Once her head hit the pillow, Anna fell into the sleep of the dead. Not an earthquake, tornado or the onslaught of Armageddon could waken Anna from her deep night sleep. Neither was there an alarm clock yet made which could waken the woman at an appointed time; luckily Anna had her own internal alarm clock which had her up each and every morning at 6 A.M., fully refreshed and ready to face the new day. Petie was quite relieved he had not inherited his mother's peculiar sleeping habit.
Returning to his own room, Petie flicked on a lamp and retrieved the medium size black butt plug from its hiding place. Stripping nude, Petie lay back in his bed and began jerking his desperate hard on as he guided the plug in and out of his cock hungry mouth. His lips were stretched incredibly wide across the largest diameter of the rubber pleasure piece, snapping back around the ledge as it narrowed. Only when he was certain he had it thoroughly lubricated did Petie raise his legs and direct the shiny black tool to his quivering ass hole. Issuing a deep sigh, Petie inserted the tapered end into his fuck chute and allowed it to pop into place. His trim hips rotated on the mattress as the plug gave him a full, satisfied feeling. Petie's cock had grown hard as marble and a trickle of pre-cum was oozing from his piss slit. Gathering the dew drops on an index finger, Petie brought it to his lips and greedily devoured the tangy nectar.
Twirling the plug around inside his stretched hole, Petie closed his eyes and thought of his basketball buddy Joey's thick piece of ethnic meat with that ultra-fat cock head plunging deep into his---Petie's---guts. Joey's handsome features soon morphed into those of his sexy older brother Ray, who had an equally attractive cock piece and a dynamite body wasted on his overweight wife. Soon the vision of Ray became one of Jon, the devil-may-care middle aged bisexual power fucker who'd banged him into submission at Joey's wedding reception. Jon became Jackson, Jackson became another fantasy figure until a bevy of beefy bodies, faces and penises flashed before Petie's tightly shut lids while he flogged himself with the plug and heatedly beat his teen meat.
Frustrated and unrelieved, Petie released his cock and, opening his eyes, stared up at the ceiling. Substitutions wouldn't do; he needed a real cock. If he didn't have a man's warm, pulsating tool in his grasp Petie was certain he would go stark raving mad by morning. Dare he creep downstairs, slip out of the house and pedal his way to an action bathroom across town? He was so desperate that the idea had begun to look more favorable. He could always log on to the downstairs computer and seek out a telephone sex recipient in the chat rooms, maybe even one close by who would be willing to drive out and pick him up, and pray his computer literate mother did not uncover his 'puter porno antics. Not quite certain what he planned to do, but convinced immediate action was necessary, Petie rose from the bed and noiselessly slipped out of his room.
Buck assed naked, with butt plug still firmly entrenched in his fuck hole, Petie noiselessly made his way along the hallway toward the stairwell. Before venturing to the lower quarters, Petie instinctively stopped at his parents' partially opened bedroom doorway and gingerly poked his head inside. A thick beam of moonlight came through the open curtains of the floor-to-ceiling French doors, casting its glow directly across the King-sized bed. Anna Stavros was on her side, facing away from her husband on a far side of the mattress, thoroughly immersed in her deep slumber. Her husband, Petie's father, soundlessly slept on his back with one arm cocked under a pillow while the other dangled off the side of the bed.
Satisfied the folks were down for the count Petie turned away, only to quickly double back and glance again at the sleeping Stavros'. Upon closer examination of the unconscious forms, his lush young cock sucker's lips parted in a startled, barely audible sigh. He'd earlier failed to notice his mother hogging all the bed clothes, leaving her husband completely uncovered and decidedly vulnerable. In Petie's highly excited sexual state, the sight of his nearly naked father was more than enough to cause his teen prick to ache with pleasure. Swallowing hard, the tantalized teen placed one bare foot in front of the other and gingerly approached his sleeping parents. Dropping to his knees at his father's bedside, his hungry eyes literally devoured the breathtaking body of the sleeping beauty. Wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts slung low on his hips, Spiros Stavros presented one fine figure of mature man hood.
Certainly Petie had seen his father in underwear at one point or another over the years, but he'd never before had the opportunity to openly ravage the man with wondrous eyes. Spiros' olive complexion sported a sexy five o'clock shadow, its darkness nearly matching the ebony tone of his thick and straight precision cut, medium length hair. The man had a firm, athletic body due to many visits to the local gym with his fellow business associates. His manly torso sported a dusting of dark hair, splashed across his mounded pectorals, trailing down to his indented navel and disappearing into the waistband of his military-green boxers. Petie licked his lips as his eyes trailed downward to observe the beautiful hairiness of his father's flared thighs and muscular calves. At his young age Petie, completely smooth skinned, appeared to be the exact opposite of his handsome, hirsute father.
In his sleep, Spiros had one muscular arm cocked up so that the hand was placed under the fluffy pillow, blatantly exposing his dark and hairy arm pit. Unable to resist the temptation, and with both eyes carefully trained on the man for any hint of consciousness, Petie brought his face to within an inch of the dank hollow. Stray hairs from the thick matt tickled Petie's aquiline nose as he deeply inhaled the intoxicating manly scent emanating from his own father's pit. Stifling a tell-tale moan he moved his face over the handsome man's rising and falling chest, close enough to allow the fine black hairs to touch his thick Cupid lips. Arriving at his father's man tit, Petie tentatively touched the tip of his tongue to the rubbery nub encased in swirls of dark hair. Observing no reaction from the man (which might have forced him to quickly dive under the bed) Petie gently lapped at the nipple, which quickly hardened under the boy's wet tongue. Challenged, Petie took the protrusion between his lips and suckled upon it, his eyes still fixed on his father's face.
Luckily, Spiros Stavros failed to rise---but the cotton fabric across his crotch began to strain as his Greek organ responded to the lusty tit play. Moving down to the pleasure zone, Petie was bathed in a sheen of nervous sweat as he made out the shape of his father's penis swelling ever larger before his very eyes. With steady fingers, Petie managed to unsnap the front of the boxers and separate the material. Spiros' big, thick member leaped out of its confines, nearly slapping Petie square in the face. The boy stifled a moan as he ogled the eight-plus inches of glorious daddy meat throbbing in front of him, the thick main vein running up the underside pulsing as it reached maximum splendor. Petie's widened eyes drank in every detail of his father's sex organs, moving in even closer between muscular thighs to inspect the large hairy scrotum housing those ripe eggs containing the man juice he craved to sample. Petie's own teen prick was pulsating maddeningly and dripping excited pre-cum onto the carpet between his naked thighs. Taking himself in hand, Petie stroked his rock-hard cock as he marveled at the obvious attributes of the desirable man laid out before him---his very own father!
Horny beyond control, Petie leaned in and ran his wet tongue up the underside of the shaft, which throbbed appreciatively in response. Teasing the tight bundle of nerves just under the base of the bulbous cock head, Petie watched for a reaction from the sleeping stud and was relieved when his intrusive actions failed to rouse the man. Growing bolder, Petie glided his tongue around the heavy rim of the head and washed over the surface, pleasantly surprised by a familiar, slightly salty taste. His father was oozing pre-cum! Like an excitedly dancing puppy dog Petie came up on his haunches and centered on the deeply indented piss slit, licking the crown and lapping up the now-steady waves of pearly daddy juice.
Boldly grasping the healthy specimen around its hairy base, Petie positioned the hefty slab to a more advantageous angle and opened his mouth wide to devour the leaking one-eyed head. Locking wet lips under the heavily flanged rim, Petie swirled his tongue all over the majestically shaped plum-sized helmet and dug into the piss slit while he enthusiastically sucked on it. Love lava began to flow more steadily and Petie found himself unable to restrain the appreciative moan as the heady nectar washed over his tingling tonsils.
Stretching his jaws wider, Petie's lips nibbled their way down the heated surface of his father's cock. Inch after inch of tasty man meat slipped into his wet mouth until the big head was poking against his throat. With one tremendous gulp and a silent prayer, Petie swallowed the full length of daddy cock down his gullet and allowed it to pulsate there while he gauged his father's unshaven face for some response. Spiros only continued to breathe evenly while Petie, with his nose pressed into his father's dense bush, inhaled deeply of the aromatic, manly aphrodisiac. A sudden movement from the other side of the bed nearly rendered Spiros a eunuch when the missus repositioned herself in her sleep. Petie's young heart beat even more wildly at the proposition of his mother awakening to find her husband's cock buried balls deep in her only son's mouth. But, remaining true to form, Anna Stavros thankfully remained in her ever-deep night trance.
Slowly and carefully Petie began to work his cock hungry mouth up and down the full eight inches before him. His curly head bobbed while he slobbered all over the thick shaft, eyes constantly trained on the sleeping man for the slightest hint of awakening. His lips pressed against the nest of thick lack hair as he sucked deep, then kissed the crown when he lifted up. His father's prick felt so good when it slid down his wicked throat, causing Petie's eyes to roll up in his head at the sheer pleasure. How he would have loved to heard the masculine sighs and moans from the hot man as he dutifully serviced his tender meat!
It was with extreme effort that Petie was able to tear his mouth away from the hard, unsatisfied man tool. With every rapid beat of his young heart, Petie wanted nothing more than to suck his father to orgasm and feast on his copious load. But he knew, from his own frequent experience with wet dreams, that cumming would most assuredly bring his father out of his sleep---an eventuality that Petie could not risk. Licking the wet shaft one last time and placing a kiss on the cock head, Petie rose from his knees and allowed his eyes to roam over his handsome father's desirable body one last time before creeping from the room.
At the almost inaudible click of Petie's bedroom door closing, Spiros Stavros finally dared to open his dark, sparkling eyes. Raising one arm and placing the back of his hand against his dampened brow, Spiros swallowed moisture back into his dry mouth and stared up at the ceiling while he massaged his dripping member. His son's saliva was still wet on his blazing erection. His son: all-star athlete and wanton cock sucker!
Swinging hairy legs over the side of the bed, Spiros ran a hand through this hair and sat there in a moment of indecision. Glancing over one broad shoulder at his comatose wife, the olive-skinned Greek husband rose to a standing position and made his way to the doorway. Out in the dimly lit hallway he hooked thumbs under the waist band of the jockey shorts from which his agitated eight inches was arcing upwards, and slipped them from his well-toned body. Placing the shorts on a night table, under which a dull plug-in light provided minimal illumination, he approached his son's bedroom door. Placing a hand on the knob he tested it and found the door unlocked. Pausing for the briefest of moments, Spiros Stavros slowly and quietly opened the door.
Petie was lying on his back across the bed in the fully lit room unabashedly nude as the day he was born---although far more physically attractive. As his head thrashed back and forth on the pile of pillows the Greek youth was frantically jerking his teen cock while he plunged a wide, black plug in and out of his yawning ass hole. His lips were still moist with the residue of Spiros' cock snot. So absorbed was he in his self gratification that the boy was unaware of the intrusion until Spiros purposefully cleared his throat.
Petie's eyes widened in shock when he saw his father standing in the open doorway, one hand still on the knob. Spiros' own dark eyes seemed to be piercing right through him. And then Spiros' other hand was moving toward his groin, taking hold of his dripping sex and massaging it as a sinister grin spread over his charcoal jaw. Stepping over the threshold and pushing the door shut behind him, Spiros Stavros advanced on his slut son with colossal cock at the ready.
The sun had just crept over the horizon early the next morning on Mansgrove Lane as the bicyclist slowly came down the street, tossing newspapers onto resident's well-manicured lawns. Just turned eighteen and a recent high school graduate, Cory Evans had been delivering papers from the time he was sixteen. With a fresh complexion, sky blue eyes, white-blond Prince Valiant hair and a pleasant personality, Cory's part-time job had become quite lucrative over those years. Especially on collection day.
Cory Evans was something of a local hero about town due to his winning athletic skills, which this year helped lead the local high school baseball team to state-wide victory. Positioned behind the plate in his catcher's garb, squatting low behind the opposing team's batter and directly under the umpire, Cody had a bird's eye view of the playing field. He developed a knack for calling pitches and displayed an impressive throwing arm, which thwarted a record number of stolen bases. His athletic prowess had even won him a scholarship into a well-respected university deep in the heart of Texas. Off the field he was every team mate's buddy, every cheerleader's fantasy and the kind of son would make any mother proud. His cherubic face and boyish innocence effectively belied the shrewd sexual entrepreneur lurking beneath the squeaky-clean surface.
Ready to swing a plastic-bag encased paper onto one lawn, Cory quickly checked himself. The Stavros' had suspended their delivery service while on vacation. Cory grinned mischievously as he thought of Mr. Stavros. The way the old man looked at him last time he'd made collection Cory was fairly certain if the wife hadn't been around he'd have gotten a lot more than his standard tip. And once they got a sample of what Cory had to offer, the tips just kept getting better and better. Kind of like the Davison widow, who was always complaining about a missing paper section---but hastily shut up when cute Cory got down between her thighs and proved that youth wasn't entirely wasted on the young.
Cory's next deposit landed directly on the Giagianno front porch. With the hunky husband she married there was little chance of getting into Mrs. G's panties and upping his ante---although Cory would have gladly bent over for Mr. G any day of the week. And that hot younger athlete brother of his; Cory sure wished Joey G would answer the door in his jock strap on collection day! Young Cory had long ago learned the value of switch hitting---on the playing field and off.
Tossing a paper onto Hilda's front lawn across the street, Cory's pronounced calves worked as he pedaled onward, completely oblivious to the reality that in a few short weeks his client list would be shortened by one. Death was soon to come to one of the local residents of Mansgrove Lane, a passing that would shock some and ultimately add heightened sexual shenanigans to the already libidinous burg.