Welcome to the long-awaited chapter seventeen of my bawdy, somewhat popular series. For the misinformed: this is a body of erotic fiction containing graphic sexual descriptions and is intended for the entertainment of those who have reached legal age of maturity to view such materials. Original characters are the property of CPT Holdings.
Copyright 2003 JRoyale
Robert (Bobby) Marsino was one extremely agitated Italian stud! For years, practically most of his adult life, he had worked towards the day when he would own an elite Gentlemen's Club right there in Genoa City, not far from where he'd had his first youthful experience in such an establishment. It had been a difficult struggle, but Bobby persevered and Marsino's eventually opened to resounding success. He ran a nice, clean business with little to no trouble---that is until two underage assholes, unhappy with their girl friend shucking her clothes onstage, coerced beers from his unsuspecting bartender, resulting in Marsino's liquor license being suspended!
Ruggedly handsome in his early forties, Bobby certainly housed a liberal amount of masculine charm. Although he often appeared to be little more than a well dressed, small-time hood, Bobby had learned his way around the ladies from a very young age. As a pubescent teen, he'd worked bar back and floor sweep at the once-illustrious road house known as the Bayou run by "Cash" Cashman. There he was free to ogle the sweet, divine flesh of the many lovelies who graced Cashman's runway, stripping down to near nakedness---and sometimes beyond. In fact, Bobby's hazel eyes routinely devoured the supple curves of local talent Nikki Reed, who went on to become the wife of millionaire Victor Newman. Bobby could still recall the hush which fell over the road house when Newman and his fey companion, the Colonel, came in to watch beautiful blond Nikki perform her set. Nikki was a looker who put on a class act; Bobby tried like hell to get into her thong, but Nikki had her sights set much higher---on Newman and his big bucks. The blond bimbo ultimately landed her man and today refused to even acknowledge her showgirl past.
Young Bobby walked around with a raging hard-on most of the time and often slipped into the back stock room to haul out his thick Italian sausage and beat off while fantasizing about the exotic dancers. He longed to feel their glossy, red lips wrapped around his abundant slab of meat or to work his face between their creamy thighs and taste their womanhood before plunging himself deep inside their womb. Jerking himself harder and faster and panting desperately, he was forced to stifle a groan when his nuts exploded and white hot cum splattered against the wall, over the cases of liquor bottles and down on to the floor. Afterwards, cleaning up the mess, he pondered the moment when he would ultimately have his way with one of the divine runway divas. As it turned out, physical release came about for teenaged Bobby Marsino in a completely different and unexpected manner.
One night out of the week was designated as "ladies night" at the road house, when a gang of muscled hunks would take to the stage and strip down to their unmentionables for the entertainment of the womenfolk of Genoa City. Cashman himself was generally the headliner, taking to the stage in one fantasy outfit or the other and strutting his stuff around while he peeled off the layers. The women went absolutely berserk when handsome and well-built "Cash" got down to his skimpy, naturally-packed thong, which soon grew even more stuffed with their greenbacks. Teen-aged Bobby got a kick out of the way "Cash" worked the audience into a frenzy---and he certainly didn't mind the way some of the hornier female clientele pinched his butt or cupped his basket when he happened to walk by the crowd carrying bar supplies or collecting empty cocktail glasses and beer bottles. He had the kind of job his street buddies envied and even then had decided that adult entertainment was his future.
There came that fateful evening when his masturbatory actions finally caught up with young, street-wise Bobby Marsino. It was on "ladies night" and the women were a hell of a lot friskier than usual. Some big new muscle stud from out west had come in for a special appearance and the ladies went absolutely apeshit over him. Heck, even Cashman knew he wouldn't be able to follow this guy's act so he wound up preceding the dreamboat Adonis. Bobby could practically smell the sex oozing from the pores of every woman in the place---even grand dame Katherine Chancellor had come out of her mansion on the hill to catch the California hunk! The thought of moist pussies soaking lace panties as they watched the male strippers was too much for a young horndog like Bobby to handle---so he quietly slipped into Cashman's office while the boss pranced around the runway revving the ladies for the much anticipated main event. Scooting down low in the chair behind Cash's desk he unzipped and, sliding pants and briefs around his ankles, shut his eyes and began flogging his pole to images of the local lovelies in the next room craving pumped-up testosterone. He was at it for awhile, much longer than he realized, and just getting close to the danger zone when the door unexpectedly burst open and a sweaty "Cash" Cashman entered the office.
They were both dumbfounded for a moment, neither daring to make the first move. Bobby's fist was still wrapped around the base of his bigger-than-average teen meat, which refused to soften even under these unexpected circumstances. Cash just stood there in sweat soaked g-string, holding the remnants of his police officer costume, dripping sweat all over the carpeting and glaring at the huge slab of Italian cock rising from the macho young floor sweep's loins. Finally he moved one heavily muscled arm to reach behind and fumble with the lock on the door. A nervous smile spread across his handsome face as he took a few tentative steps toward the desk and the semi-naked youth seated behind it.
"Did watching my strip tease get you that excited, kid?"
"N-no," Bobby gulped. "I ain't no queer."
Cash made an exaggerated flinching expression. "Far as I know, a guy doesn't have to be queer to appreciate another guy's body." And with a nod towards Bobby's dripping cock, "I'm certainly appreciating every bit of what I'm looking at. You've got a big one there; how big would you say it is?"
Bobby shrugged nervously. "I dunno, Mr. Cashman."
Cash winked one blue eye. "Call me Cash from now on. Bobby, isn't it? I'll tell you, Bobby," he said, while slowly coming around the side of the desk, "that sucker looks to be every bit of nine fat, healthy inches to me."
"Nine-and-a-half," Bobby blurted out and then, shrugging sheepishly, added, "this girl in high school who blew me measured it up."
"You like blow jobs, Bobby?" Cash was very near him now and Bobby could see the pouch of the man's thong had significantly filled out in the last few moments. The strange look in Cash's piercing blue eyes was more than enough to make the eighteen-year-old nervous as hell, but the realization that the beefcake was growing a major hard-on in his presence made Bobby want to hoist up his jeans and bolt from the office.
The young buck never stood a chance! Before he had the opportunity to fathom what was happening Cash had squatted down between his wide-spread thighs and, wrapping one hand around the thick base of that teen prick, started running his tongue over every inch of the hardened shaft. Swallowing hard, Bobby watched with widened eyes as the big stud literally devoured the thick mushroom-shaped cock head and at least half of the stalk. Bobby wasn't into guys at all, but Cash's mouth sure felt damned good on his impressively thick cock as he worked it between his widely parted lips. Other than those dancing routines, Cash had always come off as being completely straight. Bobby knew for a fact that he'd fucked several of the female dancers---not to mention a sexed-up patron every now and again. So it came as quite a shock to the teenager to discover first hand that his boss played both sides of the fence---and, from the quality of his cock sucking, played them quite well!
In short order Cash was deep-throating Bobby's nine-plus inches, a feat which no female had ever before accomplished. Moment by moment young Bobby was gaining newfound appreciation for his enthusiastic boss. It wasn't long before he was thrusting his loins up against the handsome cocksucker's face, fucking the mature man's oral cavity with his strong young cock. Unfortunately, Bobby was all sexed up from his earlier masturbatory actions so it wasn't long before his low-hangers exploded, filling Cash's mouth and throat with sweet young teen cream. Cashman swallowed every nutritional drop and made certain that Bobby's wondrous wand was licked completely clean before unhanding the awestruck Italian stallion.
Bobby became something of a regular in Cash's private office from that day forward. While the ladies were strutting their stuff onstage, Cashman was sucking off horny Bobby in the locked privacy of his office at least once a week. It all worked out well for the husky teen: Cash was fixing him up with some of the more promiscuous female dancers and, so long as nobody else had to know about it, Bobby fed the bi-dude his hot Italian sausage upon request. Soon Cash got an itching up his ass; throat plugging blow jobs weren't enough to satisfy his carnal desires. Clearing his desk top with the sweep of one muscular arm, the hunky object of many women's fantasies laid across the polished surface and raised his beefy thighs. Holding himself behind the knees, Cash spread those smooth legs wide and offered up his puckered ass hole to the testosterone-enhanced street punk. Bobby would never forget that awesome tightness or the gripping warmth which enveloped him when he first planted his cock deep up inside Cashman's steamy asshole. Wasting little time with the preliminaries, Bobby fucked the muscle stud hard and fast, practically tearing the dude a new fuck hole. Cashman had gone ballistic; he'd never taken a cock so big...so fat...so forceful...so eager. He was in seventh heaven---grunting, groaning, sweating like a pig and swearing like a sailor, yet begging the little tough guy not to stop. Afterwards, with his ass hole pleasantly sore and bowels filled with Bobby's teen cum, Cashman offered to coach the kid in the intricacies of his business. He didn't ever want to let go of his new fuck buddy and figured that making the hot little stud more active in the running of the road house might keep him around a bit longer.
Bobby proved to be an apt pupil and Cashman taught him everything there was to know. When they weren't fucking, Cash was going over the books with the Italian teen hunk. They had a great thing going: Bobby was learning night club management and Cash was getting royally plowed by the hottest young cock in Genoa City. Their offbeat relationship latest for quite a while, until Cash Cashman came to an untimely, violent end and the hot spot was forced to close.
Undeterred, Bobby worked hard towards his eventual goal saving each nickel and dime from every odd job until the day came when he finally opened his own club---not without some shady financial backing. Now it was he who was the big cheese and calling all the shots---the local boy from the other side of the tracks had done good. Only the best girls performed on his stage. He chose the ones who exhibited talent for more than just taking off their clothes. And every now and again he'd fuck one of them or, at the very least, get a ball-draining blow job.
Still, Bobby coveted acceptance on the respectable side of town, even though he knew he was out of his league. He'd grown up on the seedy outskirts of Genoa, learning life the hard way. Perhaps that is why he first became interested in young Brittany Hodges. She was a gorgeous, yet haughty little bitch who exuded monumental sex appeal and came from an influential Genoa City family. It took a lot of coercing, but Bobby's masculine charm ultimately won out and soon blond Brittany was dancing, singing and stripping right up there on Marsino's stage. Discovery by her uptown parents and friends was the ultimate "fuck you" from Bobby Marsino to the high-fallutin' society which had rejected him earlier on in life. He had successfully broken one of their own and stubborn Brittany, refusing to have anyone control her destiny, remained steadfast in her commitment to Marsino's.
What he hadn't counted on was the determination of her former boy friends to save poor Brittany from the evil clutches of Bobby Marsino. When they failed to reason with the girl the boys decided to fuck with Bobby's livelihood. Raul Gutierrez, the dark-haired Cuban with those innocent puppy dog eyes and tall blond semi-reformed punk JT Hellstrom were responsible for the liquor license bust. In a few thoughtless moments, the two young hellions had managed to close down Marsino's, successfully ending Brittany's budding career and causing major trouble for Bobby.
Sitting low in one plush velvet seat in the empty arena of the night club, one long leg sprawled out before him under the small circular table and the other cocked up on a side chair, Bobby took a long swig of whiskey from the rocks glass laid out before him. He couldn't serve anyone else, but he sure as hell could serve himself---and right now Bobby felt the need to get good and shit faced drunk. It would be nearly a week before his case came up before the alcohol control board; in the meantime, Bobby had little to do but wallow in his own self pity and ever increasing animosity towards the young men who had placed him in this predicament. What if, he wondered, he was unable to get his liquor license reinstated? And if he was so lucky as to win favor with the commission, how great would be the financial cost? Would he be able to round up his stable of fine dancers after this fiasco? Brittany would never again grace his stage, that much was for sure. And such a shame, too. Bobby had really taken a liking to the sassy uptown broad; he'd had great plans for her---in and out of the sack.
Draining his glass and sitting it down heavily on the table, Bobby wiped his mouth with the back of a hand and was in the process of contemplating another when he detected the scuffle of feet from the main entranceway. He must have forgotten to lock the club door when he'd stepped outside earlier for a breath of fresh Wisconsin air. Bobby wasn't used to having the door locked during businessmen's lunch hour; it was generally a lucrative time of the day.
"Haven't you heard? We're closed!" he shouted aloud as two figures filled the archway in the dimly lit room.
"Yeah, Marsino, I think we know that," the shorter one said, almost apologetically.
Bobby recognized the voice almost immediately. Unduly surprised, he gathered himself up in the seat and pointed a thick, threatening finger at Raul Gutierrez. "YOU! WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
The cute Cuban boy spread out his hands in a peaceful gesture. "We didn't come here to cause you any more trouble, Marsino. We just wanted to talk to you---to apologize for the trouble we've caused."
As they stepped closer, Bobby made out tall wise-ass J.T. Hellstrom, the other trouble-maker, at Raul's side. The alcohol having mellowed him, Bobby leaned back in the seat with a smirk on his rugged face and gestured with a hand. "Alright, hot shot. Let's hear what bullshit the two of you have for me. After which it's gonna give me great pleasure to physically throw the two of you out on your scrawny asses."
"Look, Marsino," Hellstrom, hands dug deep into the pockets of his loose-fitting jeans, spoke up. "Neither of us realized the ramifications of what we were doing----"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Bobby laughed mockingly. "Ram-if-ic-ations! That's a pretty big word coming from a small time punk like you, Hellstrom!"
J.T. gave him a sarcastic look and, in his best wise-ass voice, retorted, "I DO go to GCU, ya know!"
"Look, this isn't getting us anywhere," Raul, the voice of reason, interjected. Taking a deep breath, he went on, "Our intentions---for Brit at least, were good---but I guess we never stopped to think about how our actions might affect other people. Neither one of us considered your other employees---how closing this place down took away their livelihood. All we were thinking about is what we wanted---or didn't want---for Brit."
"Yeah," Bobby muttered, chewing on the end of a swizzle stick and pondering their revelation. "Pretty selfish, wouldn't ya say? Let me ask a question: did you come to this little revelation all by yourselves?"
"No," Raul confessed, sighing heavily. "Brit's pissed off at the both of us right now. She pretty much hit us over the head with the reality of the situation. I know it doesn't mean much, but we are sorry for any financial trouble we've caused you and the people who work for you."
"Well," Bobby relied, spreading one arm across the back of his chair. "All this apologizing may be good for your rotten souls, but it sure as shit ain't going to pay my bills. You got any idea what electricity alone runs me to operate this place? I'm losing over a week's worth of revenue because of you two young ass holes and your petty jealousy over a damned fine show girl."
"If it's any kind of consolation to you," Raul sheepishly confessed, "I've told Brit I won't stand in the way of her doing whatever it is she feels she needs to do."
"HEYYY!!!!" Bobby clapped hands loudly. "Fine time for you to come to that conclusion, Ace. Besides, I don't know the alcohol people are even gonna give me back my license. You and the jolly blond giant there might have put me out of business."
J.T. gave him another sarcastic look. "Instead of sitting here drinking alone in the dark like some loser, why aren't you out there doing something about getting your license reinstated?"
"And just what the fuck would you have me do?" Bobby glared at him.
"Well, I don't know." J.T. shrugged his tall shoulders, eyes searching the vastness of the room for an answer. And then, "I know! Who says you have to serve alcohol. There's lots of juice bars where girls take off their clothes. I hear they get real nasty in those kind of non-alcohol places."
"Whoa, wait a minute!" Raul chimed in. "I don't want Brittany working in THAT kind of environment."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about it, kid. Despite what youse may think of me, I don't run that kind of sleaze joint. And it won't work because the kind of guys who come here are lookin' to smoke a cigar, have a few cocktails and admire the talents of beautiful young ladies. This kind of place don't work without booze, got it?"
"Look, I was just trying to help, okay?" J.T. was back to his sarcastic persona again.
There was silence between the three for a few moments and then the flicker of an idea made Bobby's eyes brighten. "Unless-----"
"Wha-What?" Raul asked, curious.
"Nah!" Bobby shook his head, chuckling for the first time in many a day.
"What is it?" J.T. pressed. "Are you afraid of trying out something different to save your sorry ass?"
Bobby looked at him for a long moment before speaking. "Okay, hot shots. You say you're sorry you got me in this mess? Fine, then you help get me out of it. Saturday night we reopen---a test run. No liquor; all juice. And the only men in here are the ones on stage. It's Ladies Night at Marsino's. And you two are the main star attractions."
"You've got to be kidding," J.T. snickered. "You think I'm getting up there and taking off all my clothes for a room full of old ladies."
"It's not old ladies who go to see male exotic dancers, wise guy," Bobby informed him. "And all the clothes don't come off; you wear a g-string to cover your short comings."
J.T. flashed him a middle finger in retort.
"How about you?" Marsino directed his attention toward Raul. "Think about it, this might be the perfect tool to set things right with your little girl friend. You've been pissing and moaning about her dancing on my stage without even knowing what it's really all about. Put the shoe on the other foot and see how she feels about her boy friend entertaining a room full of women in little more than his jock strap. Find out first hand why Brittany loves her current line of work; hell, it might even change your jaded view point."
"I doubt that," Raul replied dryly.
"Look, why are we even talking about this?" J.T. interjected. "Neither one of us knows anything about the kind of thing that you do here."
Bobby's dark eyebrows raised. "You know how to dance, don't you? I thought all you kids today at least knew how to do that. You dance, you peel off your clothes, you let the ladies stuff their dollar bills in your jock and you go home with a smile on your face and some extra cash in your pockets. Simple."
"We wouldn't have to do anything---ya know---kinky?" Raul queried tentatively.
Inwardly, Bobby smiled to himself---the boy was actually thinking about his proposal. "Course not! What the fuck, you think I'm gonna have you bang my customers right out there on the stage? I want to get my liquor license back, not shut the place down for good! Cripes, you got a real bad attitude towards gentlemen's clubs!"
"Gentlemen's clubs!" J.T. scoffed. "Strip bars, that's all they are."
"Ah, forget about it," Bobby said with an exaggerated wave of his hand. "I should've known your offer of help was just lip service. Go on, get the hell out of here and let me get back to my drink."
J.T. turned toward the door, but Raul stopped him by grasping a shirt sleeve. "Wait a minute. Neither of us said we were wimping out on the offer. It's just that---well, neither of us has ever done anything like that before."
"Raul----" J.T. whined an objection, but Raul placed a wide spread hand on the taller boy's chest.
"Listen, J.T., you don't have to be a part of this. It's me who asked to be served that drink, so it's me who has to set things right. You can leave if you want. I just want to hear more of Marsino's proposal, that's all."
"Nothin' more to say," Bobby piped in. "Dance, strip, get paid, go home. That's all there is to it. Maybe get some of your college friends who want a little extra cash to join the troupe. We could make this a big weekly event here at Marsino's---and you two would be in at the ground floor."
"But, wouldn't we have to rehearse or something," Raul shifted nervously on his feet.
"Rehearse!" Bobby waved an arm towards the stage. "Nobody here but you and me. Go for it! Get a feel for the stage. I'll even set the fuckin' mood for you." Getting out of his comfortable seat, Bobby moved over to the control booth. Throwing a few choice switches, the stage was soon aglow with swirling lights and neon strobes and a thumping bass-enhanced dance beat filled the club. When he turned back to the duo, Raul was already up on the stage, tentatively surveying the area, inspecting the array of scattered, hypnotizing lights and viewing the vastness of the club from this new vantage point.
"Get comfortable, kid," Bobby shouted over the sound system as he resumed his seat and poured himself another shot. "Forget about us out here; it's just you and the music. Feel it and then move to it."
Closing his long-lashed eyes, Raul allowed the music to take him; soon his slim hips began gyrating to the pounding beat. As he became more relaxed his entire body got into the action and before long he was dancing by himself in plain view of the other two. Bobby stifled a self-satisfied grin as he observed the cute Cuban expertly prancing about the stage, completely captivated by the alluring lights and familiar music.
"The kid's a natural," Bobby told J.T., who was keenly watching his room-mate having himself an unexpected good time. "How bout you? You think you're half as good a dancer?"
J.T. glanced nervously from Raul to Bobby and then back again. After a moment of indecision he headed, on long, lean legs, toward the main stage. Gripping the polished edges, he hoisted himself up and inspected the unfamiliar territory. The usually cocky young man appeared almost embarrassed as he cautiously walked about the stage area, surprised at the way Raul had turned into a non-stop dancing machine. Gradually his body relaxed and soon he, too, began moving to the thumping trance theme. At first he periodically glanced out into the seats, aware that Bobby Marsino was watching them both, but after awhile became completely absorbed in the music and hypnotizing lights.
Bobby relaxed back in the comfortable cushioned seat, a wide toothy grin spread across his handsome face. The two trouble makers had taken the bait and were utilizing his stage---the same stage they'd berated their girl friend for frequenting. Bobby almost wished that Brittany would walk into the club right at this moment and observe the two nay-sayers in action. They were bopping with renewed vigor and youthful energy, working themselves into a pleasurable sweat. Raul was the first to peel off his shirt and toss it to the side, revealing nicely compact musculature on his relatively small frame. J.T. followed suit, showing off tight biceps and a long, smooth and flawless torso.
The smile on Bobby's face faded and was replaced by an unexpected look of hunger and sexual desire. It had been many years since he'd harbored such feelings---not since those days of himself being a teen servicing the wanton needs of Cashman. In all those between years he'd been strictly a ladies man, sampling more than the average man's supply of inviting, juicy pussy. These new emotions welling up inside him were completely foreign to the hunky Italian stud. Feeling the unmistakable urge swelling throughout his loins, Bobby groped at the bulge filling out the front of his slacks and fumbled with the restraining zipper.
Raul and J.T. were still tearing up the dance floor, a sheen of perspiration coating their young bodies. Running a hand through his tousled blond hair, J.T. reached for the catch on his khakis and, throwing caution to the wind, allowed his pants to fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, J.T. kicked the pants out of his way and resumed his heated dance clad only in white briefs. Not to be outdone by the more daring youth, Raul followed suit and stripped down to his briefs. Their naked, sinewy limbs flailed about as they resumed their aggressive dance, consumed by a carefree thrill which they had earlier denounced.
Glancing out into the spectator's arena of the club, J.T. saw something which momentarily caused him to break his stride. Bopping over toward Raul's direction, he spoke into the Cuban boy's ear over the resounding musical track. Curiously, Raul looked in Bobby's direction and saw what the blond haired youth had just brought to his attention. Marsino, completely unaware that both boys had caught him in action, was ogling their near-nude bodies through heavy eyelids and jerking on his exposed, monstrous cock with both big hands!
Winking at the smaller boy, J.T. gyrated toward the edge of the stage directly into Bobby's line of vision. Turning his back on the older man and hooking his thumbs into the elastic waist band of his briefs, J.T. bent at the waist and slowly and seductively lowered them, baring his thin, pear-shaped ass cheeks. Kicking the briefs away he widened his stance and, grasping both firm buttocks, spread them wide to reveal the tight, pink rosebud hidden in the bramble of downy fine, blond ass hair.
Bobby's eyes widened expansively as he sat forward in his seat, thoroughly appreciating the lewd show J.T. was putting on for his benefit. Not to be upstaged by the other boy, Raul sashayed into Bobby's line of vision, completely obscuring J.T., and slowly and seductively began lowering his own underwear. Completely nude now, he rhythmically rotated his hips, cupping his balls and running a hand over the contours of his torso while his wet tongue suggestively flicked across his pretty pink lips. Suddenly J.T. was directly behind the darker haired boy. He enfolded the Cuban in his arms, playful hands toying with Raul's chest and fondling his flaccid cock while his lips pressed against the other youth's neck. His pale blue eyes burned across the expanse of the room into Bobby's glaring orbs.
Seemingly determined to commandeer a performance for Marsino, J.T. spun Raul around and, applying pressure to the other youth's shoulders, coaxed him into reaching for his own toes. Straddling Raul's bent body, J.T. slapped his hands onto the Cuban's firm buttocks and worked his long, slim fingers into the dark, sweaty crack. He pried at the wrinkled folds of Raul's tender button until he had effectively spread it wide open for Bobby's perusal.
By now Bobby had reached the limit of his restraint. His rigid nine-incher was an angry shade of purple with thick veins maddeningly throbbing just beneath its heated surface. A seemingly unending flow of pre-cum was constantly oozing out of his heavy piss-slit as he watched the two young men dominating his stage. Kicking off both shoes and socks, Bobby pushed himself up out of the seat and pulled the smart, stylish sports coat from his hard, masculine body. In a flash he had undone the remaining few buttons on his silk shirt and stripped it from his torso, carelessly tossing it aside and reaching for the loosened waist band of his dress slacks. Pants and boxer shorts soon joined the rest of Bobby's clothing in the darkness of the seats as he advanced upon the stage, blazing cock leading the way.
Nearing the edge of the stage, Bobby reached out both strong arms and grasped Raul around the ankles, pulling the boy in his direction. When the Cuban youth was within closer range, Bobby locked an arm around his legs just above the kneecaps, swiftly prying Raul away from J.T.'s grasp and off the platform to join him. A surprised Raul locked his hands onto Bobby's big biceps to steady himself as he looked directly into the older man's sex-glazed eyes. Bobby's big hands landed on Raul's bare shoulders and, applying pressure, forced the dark-haired pup to his knees. His huge, drooling cock pulsed mere inches from Raul's panting mouth.
Stepping in closer to the young man kneeling before him Bobby purposely swung his hips from side to side, effectively slapping his big nine-inch cock against Raul's smooth face. The bloated head dragged across the young man's creamy skin, leaving a trail of fragrant cock juice in its wake. Instinctively, Raul grasped the battering ram around the hairy root, his small hand unable to completely surround the mighty weapon. That huge, thick prick was steely hard and rippled with heavily pulsating blue-blooded veins. Pre-cum liberally flowed from the deep cock slit and lazily traveled down the length of Bobby's slick Italian shaft. Raul's other hand came up to cup the heavy set of hairy, sweaty man balls dangling between Marsino's thick thighs and massaged them with his fingers.
"Stroke my cock, kid!" the bigger man ordered. "Wrap them hands around my dick and jerk it the fuck off!"
Raul fondled the entire length of Bobby's huge dong and toyed with his meaty ball sac. The tips of his fingers traveled up the underside of the man's thick vein and glided over the mushroom-shaped cap, causing Bobby to shiver with delight. His other hand busily groped the Italian stud's ball bag, weighing the abundant package in his eager palm. Soon both hands went to work manipulating the leaking nine inch cock stalk. Gripping a chair behind him and arching his back, Bobby thrust his pelvis forward, effectively forcing his man-sized prick to stand out in all it's magnificent splendor. Raul busied himself jacking off the massive tool being offered to him, pumping the blood engorged muscle with a renewed vigor.
All this while J.T. had been seated at the edge of the stage, long naked legs dangling lazily downward and hardened cock in hand as he watched Raul take care of Marsino's hot sausage. Smirking, he recalled the time at Walnut Grove Academy when Billy Abbott had clued him in to Raul's cock sucking techniques. He'd bullied both boys into taking care of his joystick and had gotten his fill of nice warm ass. His pale face clouded over when he remembered how the tables had been quickly turned on him by his two goofball buddies, who were supposed to be standing watch outside the lavatory door. Those disloyal pricks had dragged a kicking and shouting J.T. off into one of the bathroom stalls and double fucked his up-till-then virgin asshole. As if that weren't enough, the lav starting filling up with more school mates between classes who happened upon the lusty trio. Young and horny, they wanted their fill of wise-guy J.T., too. While his buddies held him down, J.T. got himself repeatedly fucked well into the next class period. His loosened hole had leaked boy cum for days afterward.
Raul's handjob had produced a seemingly unending wash of pre-cum from Marsino's piss eye. Hating to see it all go to waste the Cuban leaned in and, pressing his tongue against the sticky knob, lapped up all the tasty man-goo.
"Oh, fuck yeah, kid," Bobby moaned as he entangled his thick fingers in Raul's dark hair and held his head closely. "Suck my fuckin' dick!"
Raul swiftly gobbled up the fat, bulbous cock head, wrapping his lips under the rubbery rim and sucking pre-cum from Bobby's gaping piss hole. His warm, wet mouth slid lower down the towering prick, swallowing inch after inch of hot Italian cock. Bobby was duly impressed when the young buck bottomed out with his cute face buried in Marsino's fragrant bush. He wondered how in hell the boy managed to eat the entire thing! Raul's mouth and throat were doing all kinds of delicious things to his cock stalk, making Bobby groan with manly delight.
After what seemed an impossibly long time, Raul lifted his mouth off the tasty prick. Waves of saliva washed down over the agitated stud meat as the boy took a moment to catch his breath. Swiping the back of a hand across his soaked lips, cock hungry Raul went back to work on the big, appreciative dick. His talented tongue swirled around the entire circumference of Marsino's jutting prick from thick, hairy base to the indented folds of his cock lips. His own lips stretched wide, surrounding the Italian's thickness with the wet warmth of his oral cavern. He gagged little as he swallowed the fat head past his gullet and once more buried the veiny cock deep in his throat. Slowly he rode the monster, coming up just enough to catch a breath and then devoured the whole thing again.
Bobby's head was thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes closed to mere slits. He'd forgotten how good it felt to have another dude feast on his manhood. Through heavy lids he spied J.T. leaning back on one elbow and frantically jerking on his own impressive piece of meat. Raul was treating him so damned fine, he'd almost forgotten about the other punk. With a nod of his head he motioned for the blond to join them.
"Nah, man, I just like to watch," JT offered.
Raul practically choked on the thick cock buried down his throat. Unstuffing himself momentarily, he continued to jerk on the soaked man rod as he looked up at Marsino. "That's a bunch of bull! There was a time a few years back when ole J.T. was the bathroom whore at Walnut Grove!"
J.T. sneered at Raul, who had already gone back to bobbing on Bobby's cock.
"Get down here NOW, boy!" Bobby ordered; J.T. sluggishly complied.
Dropping to his knees alongside the ethnic youth, J.T. shook his head in amazement at the way Raul was greedily devouring Marsino's colossal appendage. Billy Abbott had been right in his appraisal of the boy: Raul Gutierrez was a natural born cock sucker. (Although, as J.T. recalled, Abbott wasn't so bad, himself.) Each time Raul drew back on the saliva-drenched cock J.T. tried to get a piece for himself, but Raul was quick to bear back down on it, laying claim to his territory. The sidelong glance which the Cuban gave him sent the unspoken message that Raul had no intention of sharing his treasure. Instead of fighting for a taste of cock, J.T. maneuvered himself between Bobby's hairy legs and settled for snacking on the big stud's tasty ball sac. Rolling each walnut-sized orb with his tongue, J.T. liberally bathed Marsino's scrotum with hot saliva and was soon sucking the entire package into his hungry mouth.
Bobby was enjoying hell out of the two trouble making youths willingly worshipping his manhood; he almost wished their little girl friends could have a look at them right now! Keeping a firm hand-hold on the scruff of Raul's sweaty neck, he guided the hot Cuban's face back and forth on his rigid shaft. Raul's warm, wet mouth was pure dynamite, igniting a fuse in Bobby which he'd thought burned out long ago. The young man was sucking and licking his fat prong in all the ways Bobby remembered cock-hungry Cashman doing---only now it somehow felt even better! And, as if to add to his pleasure, J.T.'s hot-shot tongue was working around his ball bag. With his nose tapping into Marsino's ripe perineum, J.T. sucked those big nuts one at a time, heating up the boiling load which threatened to burst free and scald Raul's throat.
The funky and thoroughly manly scent emanating from Marsino's back side proved to be an unlikely aphrodisiac for cocky J.T. Sliding himself farther between Bobby's open thighs, he licked a steamy path leading directly into the man's hairy ass crack. With long swipes of his tongue he lapped at the sweaty shit ditch, soaking the length of the hot crack with his spittle and deliberately teasing the wrinkled bud with each pass. As Bobby ground his ass back against him, J.T. began long sweeping swipes of his tongue, wickedly licking the sexed-up stud from tangy asshole to bloated ball bag. Without removing his face from the general area, J.T. wedged his entire body between Marsino's legs and came up to sit his naked ass on the cushioned chair behind the man. From this new angle he was able to take a hand hold on Bobby's firm, plump melons. Holding them wide apart he plunged his face into the hairy, spread crack and probed at the tight folds of the pungent, pulsing hole, diligently working it open.
Throwing back his head, Bobby groaned lustily as he felt J.T.'s tongue dive into his man hole. Pushing his wide-spread ass against the blond youth's face, he spasmed as the tongue probed him as deeply as was humanly possible, sending a fresh wave of pre-cum down Raul's throat. As J.T. proceeded to piggishly eat out his heated hole, Bobby thrust his thick meat clear down Raul's gullet and began fiercely face-fucking the Cuban pup. With each inward thrust his butt cheeks flexed, practically tearing J.T.'s tongue out at the root and sucking his face into the hairy cleft. But with the withdrawing movement his hole pulsed open wide, allowing the ass eater to thoroughly devour him. It was the most sensational feeling Bobby could ever recall, having two hot, talented mouths working him from both ends. He was holding them both tightly against him by the back of their heads---Raul from the front, pressed against his hairy groin and J.T. from the back, face buried in his dripping shitter.
With each thrust of Bobby's strong hips Raul's lips traveled along the entire length of the scorching shaft. Taking hold of the man's drooping ball sac he began milking it hand over hand, coaxing the hot load to erupt into his cum-parched throat. Bobby responded by thrusting even more quickly, slamming his prick down Raul's grasping throat and eliciting what sounded like garbled cries of protest from J.T. in the rear. Raul took every fucking inch like a champ, savoring the heady flavor of manly pre-cum as the drooling cock head coursed in and out of his throat. The Italian stud's ball bag was beginning to thicken and tighten up against his body, a clear warning that Marsino was about to blow his load. Raul went crazy on the face-fucking cock, meeting every forceful thrust with mouth wide open. Just when he was certain he was about to be rewarded with a mouthful of hot cum, Bobby unexpectedly yanked his prick out of the boy's mouth. Grabbing a fistful of J.T.'s unruly hair, he pried the other boy out of his ass cleavage.
"Get down on your back, boy," the sexy man ordered. "I'm gonna fuck you like the little whore you are!" Taking one look at the thick, hairy shaft arcing up from Marsino's loins, liberally dripping with a combination of his saliva and Bobby's ball juices, Raul fell back on the carpeting. Grasping himself behind the knees, he drew his legs in toward his chest and spread them wide, revealing his eagerly winking ass hole. Chuckling mischievously, Bobby grabbed J.T. by one hand and swung the other boy out of the seat and in front of him.
"I want you to sit on his face while I fuck him," Bobby announced, "so's he can get your hole all wet and loosened up for when I'm through with him and ready to fuck you!" J.T. looked as though he was about to say something, but Bobby stabbed two thick fingers in the middle of his tight chest to silence him. J.T. obediently took a position standing with both feet planted to either side of Raul's head, intently watching as Bobby dropped to a kneeling position on the floor. Taking hold of the Cuban boy by the front of his thighs, Bobby roughly pulled Raul close against him so that his big cock rested directly in the little hunk's love trough. No longer on his soap box about the evils of Marsino's strip club, Raul was positively whimpering like a puppy dog as Bobby dry humped the exposed valley, running the underside of his super-sized python over the boy's fuck hole. Thankfully, foreplay lasted for only a few moments; Bobby was all horned-up and ready to fuck---and Raul was more than ready to be fucked!
Raul's fluttering ass lips kissed Bobby's manhood as he rested his bulbous cock head directly on the young man's wrinkled pucker. Using both thumbs, Bobby pressed on his fat dome and observed the folds of Raul's rosy hole part like the petals of a flowering bulb as he easily slid between them. An incredible wet warmth consumed his buried mushroom, traveling throughout the length of his massive rod and flooding his entire groin area. Anxiously, Bobby repositioned himself and prepared for a full throttle anal assault on the long-lashed Cuban cutie.
A slack jawed J.T. observed the hunky Italian rabbit fuck young Raul with just a couple inches of his ass-stretcher. When the handsome bottom got used to it he added a few more, each time making his strokes longer and faster. Before long Bobby was grinding his hairy pelvis against the boy, forcibly plunging his cock deep into the slippery hole. Raul bit his luscious lower lip each time the manly cock slammed into him, emitting a gut-wrenching grunt whenever the big man bottomed out inside him. Bobby deep-dicked him with rapid fire thrusts, hammering living hell out of his prostate and causing the college boy's toes to curl.
"Fuck, yeah!" Raul managed to mutter through the power pounding. "That's it, Marsino! Plow the fuck out of my ass with that big, beautiful dick of yours."
The dimples in Bobby's chipmunk cheeks deepened as he acknowledged Raul's appreciation of his prowess. Gazing up from the boy's dreamy face he noted J.T. still straddling Raul. His long, curved cock was directly in line with Bobby's own face and leaking a virtual river of pre-cum, which lazily drooled down to pool on Raul's chest.
"Squat, bitch!" Bobby ordered. "I thought I told you to get your ass ready?"
Broken from his trance, J.T.'s gaze shot from the hot fucking scene to quizzically look at the older man. Suddenly remembering, he widened his stance and, squatting low, planted his ass directly onto Raul's face. Raul wasted little time feasting on the tasty offering. He licked, lapped and sucked at the widely open ass. Successfully stabbing his tongue past J.T.'s tight sphincter, he proceeded to wantonly eat out the other boy's succulent hole while his own was getting deliciously battered by one of the most massive cocks he'd ever encountered.
Bobby's fat, nine-inch cock dove into the boy cunt again and again, the raging force sucking those swollen ass lips inside him and then distending them outward as they clung to the withdrawing missile. With each deep thrust he conquered the ethnic lad with the full length of his raging pecker. Big bull's balls slapped against Raul's drenched butt cheeks each time he rammed the fat fucker through the ravaged fuck chute. The young man's body visibly quivered from the severity of the impact, yet none were willing to call it quits.
Just when Raul didn't think his prostate could take any more, Bobby ripped his fat hog out of the boy's ass and grabbed hold of J.T. Pulling the tall, lanky blond off Raul's face, he wrestled the astonished youth onto all fours on the floor alongside the well-fucked Cuban. Hastily mounted him like a rabid dog, Bobby buried his fat fucker ball's deep in one savage thrust before J.T. even had a chance to react. J.T. howled like a wolf at bay, but Marsino was undeterred. Pulling all the way back, he felt J.T.'s spinchter working to eject him. (What J.T. didn't know was that all the determined tightening around Bobby's cock head only intensified the pleasurable sensation.) Just as his helmet was about to break free Bobby let out a guttural cry and slammed his meat home. His wiry pubic bush mashed against J.T.'s creamy melons as he ground the fat cock head around inside the wise guy's mushy guts.
No longer the school bully, J.T. was moaning like an expectant mother giving birth to a twelve pound baby. A string of obscenities continually poured from his mouth as Marsino relentlessly fucked his tight hole.
Grabbing a hand full of the blond's hair, he yanked J.T.'s head backwards and growled through gritted teeth, "Sounds like you need somethin' shoved in that trap of yours to keep you quiet. RAUL! GET OVER HERE AND FEED THIS BITCH YOUR COCK!"
Raul was up in a shot. Kneeling in front of J.T. he ran his oozing prick head over J.T.'s face, smearing cock snot along the taller youth's lips and cheeks. With Marsino practically yanking out his hair by the roots, J.T. had no where to go. He was defenseless in stopping Raul from filling his mouth with hot Cuban cock. J.T. was still shouting and mumbling, but it felt damned good on Raul's randy prick. Thrusting his hips forth and back, Raul set into a steady pace fucking the other youth's face while Bobby handled matters from the rear.
J.T. hadn't been so royally man-handled since that not-so-long-ago day in the school john. His virgin ass had gotten plugged by not one, but two hard cocks at the same time. But even those two together couldn't come close to measuring up to the behemoth which was currently coursing through his shitter. Bobby Marsino was definitely one hung Italian stallion! And, as much as he was acting as if he didn't like it, J.T.'d been hungering for another fuck for quite some time now. And Marsino was definitely the man to do it. He now felt a little remorse at having helped set the dude up with the alcohol control people---although those actions had led to this thrilling moment. Everything happens for a reason, J.T. thought as he groaned, grunted and made a pretense of breaking free of the stronger man's grasp. While his false machismo would never allow him to ask one of his buddies to satisfy the itching they'd created up his ass, Marsino was a definite candidate for the future. As he sucked on Raul's cock, mentally making a mental note to one day even the score with the little Cuban weasel, J.T. prayed he'd found himself a daddy right here in good old Genoa City.
Bobby rammed his slick prick in and out of J.T.'s hot, tight ass hole, thoroughly enjoying his act of dominance over the smart aleck stud pup. J.T.'s love hole was clamped down tight around his rampant rod, making for some great fuck friction. Hunched over the young man's long, lean body and dripping man sweat all over his smooth back, Bobby power fucked J.T.'s guts with short, deep jabs. The whimpers of anguish (or was it pleasure?) escaping from around the cock stuffed in his mouth told Bobby that he had amply conquered the boy.
Raul's fingers were buried in J.T.'s thick, ruffled hair, holding the blond in place while he pounded his tonsils. J.T. kept his lips wrapped tightly around the invading cock while Raul furiously fucked his mouth. The usually docile young man, encouraged by Bobby's aggressiveness, showed J.T. absolutely no mercy. Even when the other youth choked and coughed around his bludgeoning weapon, Raul pressed on with a full-throttle oral assault. The once-loose ball bag which had been slapping J.T. against the chin with each thrust had swollen considerably and drawn up into a tightened knot between Raul's wet thighs. Raul was breathing more heavily now and both boys knew it wouldn't be long before he lost his nut. As orgasm began to overtake him, Raul abruptly ceased his fevered mouth fucking and allowed J.T. to finish the job. J.T. greedily gulped up mouthfuls of Cuban cock, sucking Raul off like a seasoned pro. His talent was rewarded when Raul's rod exploded, spraying volumes of hot jizz into his mouth and down his throat. J.T. ate up every drop of sweet teen cream, even lapping up the spray ropes drizzling from the sides of his mouth.
"Fuck, yeah!" Bobby growled and, slamming his huge cock all the way home, blew his load---scalding the young stud's insides with white hot man cum. One huge blast after another rocked the bigger man's body and literally drenched young J.T.'s ravaged insides. Bobby's thick cock pulsed maddeningly against J.T.'s prostate as it unloaded its treasure, sending the youth into a sex-crazed frenzy. Without even being man-handled, J.T.'s long dick erupted, sending wads of fresh teen cream onto the plush carpeting below him. Each time he spasmed his asshole involuntarily tightened around the stiff cock inside him, sending waves of newfound pleasure through Bobby's body and conjuring up yet another hot load.
They remained that way until each was completely spent. Bobby finally managed to roll off J.T. and lay there on his back, reveling in the glory of this recent mind-blowing orgasm. J.T. and Raul wasted little time in scrambling to each side of the lounging lizard. Each wrapped a hand around the base of Bobby's still hard cock as they applied their tongues to the veiny monster and washed it clean of spent man cum and tasty ass juices. Meeting above the pleasure-crown, their mouths hungrily devoured one another, tongues slipping into mouths and sharing found treasures.
Later, with one teen resting under each of his strong arms as they basked in their after-sex aura, Bobby chuckled as he chewed on the end of his cigar. "Well, boys, I'd say you've passed the audition. No doubt about it; ladies' night is coming to Marsino's and youse two are the headliners."
"Oh yeah?" J.T. taunted. "And who says I want to work on your stinkin' stage?"
"I says," Bobby retorted as he threw his body over the lanky lad. Raul jumped atop them and soon the three were a mass of limbs, engaged in sported wrestling on the posh carpeting of Bobby Marsino's gentlemen's club.
His liquor license was reinstated a few short weeks later and "ladies night" proved to be highly successful. Nearly half of the male student body at Genoa City University was jockeying for a spot on Marsino's stage. Raul and J.T. became his "stars" and even Brittany was impressed---and perhaps a bit jealous---of her ex-boyfriend's entertainment skills. Everyone appeared happy with the current state of affairs but, as he sat in his office counting the cash from the previous night's show, Bobby Marsino was formulating other, more lucrative plans for his two new stars.