Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2016 22:22:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: Straight Buddy Ray 22 ANOTHER NIGHT AT THE HUT JRoyale September 2010 The following, a work of erotic fiction intended for mature readers, contains graphic depictions of sexual encounters. Copyright is maintained by the author. WARNING: This chapter contains some stereotypical ethnic descriptions and dialogue. "Fuck yeah!" Joey Giagianno cried loudly, rocking his head violently from side to side and spraying steamy sex sweat. His even white teeth gnashed together and his handsome ethnic face displayed a grimace of macho erotic pleasure. "Fuck that ass!" he commanded in his deep, masculine voice. The man-sized dick plunged deeply into his clutching ass hole again and again, hitting that special spot inside that drove Joey wild. Each time the powerful weapon forcefully barreled through his spasming fuck chute it felt as if it were reaching new and uncharted areas. Joey wanted it, every fucking inch of the fat beast right down to the short curly hairs. He desperately desired for the fucker to give everything he had, to rape his greedy ass the way only a real man could. His greedy actions worked to spurn the man on, to drive into him ever harder, ever faster---to fuck him like the man whore he'd become. Glorious waves of pleasure and sweet pain surged through Joey's hunky body as the steely cock repeatedly assaulted his male pussy. His rock hard gut rippled with each primal thrust. A glistening film of pre-cum coated the gigantic, swollen head of his own prick, the heady nectar oozing down lazily to pool on his heaving belly; his hairy nuts were jostled around between his beefy widespread thighs by the sheer power of the other man's deliberate thrusts. Joey's strong hands worked over his sweaty torso, loving his own man flesh under the touch of his work-calloused fingers. He roamed the peaks and valleys of his mountainous chest, pinching and pulling at those over-ripe gum-drop nipples. His body writhed and bucked under the older man, sultry eyes glazed over with lust produced by the ferociously pounding tenderloin. He didn't ever want it to stop. He wanted the strong fucker to keep plowing into him, to keep pressing that power button inside him and permit him to continue enjoying these awesome sensations. Rafe Garrett was certainly no young buck like Joey Giagianno. At 43 he had a good nineteen, maybe twenty years on the husky construction worker. Didn't matter, though. He was still in pretty fine shape for a middle-aged gent. His hair was still as thick and wavy as it had ever been, brushed back from his forehead and curling around the nape of his neck, showing tell-tale graying only at the temples. Not exactly handsome, but hardly ugly, Rafe's face told of his many adventures in life. For the longest time he'd run with a rough-and-tumble biker gang. Way back then he'd grown himself a thick handlebar mustache and had never once considered shaving it off. In fact, he wasn't exactly crazy about shaving at all. More often than not he'd go days without sliding a razor across his cheeks. The inked art adorning his hard body were products of his biker era as well. One elaborate tattoo covered nearly the entirety of his muscular arm and had taken several sittings to complete. There was another fairly expansive one across his upper back from shoulder to shoulder, an eagle with widespread wings. He had a few other smaller ones, although not nearly as many tats as some of the dudes he'd run with. His chest was liberally covered with dark, manly hair which coated him from neckline to lower abdomen, growing even wealthier in the groin area. Plump pink nipples poked out from the pelt. His legs, strengthened by years on the bike, were equally hairy as was the crack of his somewhat-flat ass. With the density of his bush it was almost a blessing he was as well hung as he was. The flesh tube heavily hanging from his pelvis grew to a whopping ten chunky inches when ready to do battle. Rafe sported a set of steely blue eyes and spoke in a deep, baritone voice. When he smiled, it was a slight upturn of one side of his mouth, but showed heavily in the twinkle of his eyes. . He was no pretty boy, but he was certainly one sexy sonofabitch. Running with bikers is where he met Bud. The two of them became fast friends and regularly kept in touch over the years. Bud was one crazy sonofabitch, a real fun-loving kind of guy who ultimately set himself up running a strip joint in Jersey. Rafe wasn't at all surprised the Bud man opted for titty bars over, say, operating a gas station. Normalcy wasn't exactly the burly biker's forte. Wasn't all that long ago Rafe came barreling into town on his noisy hog for a reunion with his former bud. They quickly fell right back into the rhythm of their long friendship, sharing stories, beers, blunts and broads. Rafe enjoyed the quiet, laid-back atmosphere of the town so much that he decided to extend his stay, much to Bud's delight. Between the two of them they went through all the available pussy in the bar---and then some. For Rafe the only thing better than an invigorating bike run was a hot fuck in some nicely warm and juicy snatch. The whore dancers all jockeyed to gather favor with the tall, dark and dangerous-looking man. A couple weeks after a rocking Labor Day celebration at Bud's Hut Buddy got the call. Seemed that his old ma had taken a nasty fall back in their home state of Alabama. Buddy took a ride down to the hick town to look after her for awhile and left Rafe with the responsibility of the club. Not that Rafe minded much. All's he was doing was lazing around all the damned day and fucking all night. Keeping the joint running during Bud's absence would keep him occupied and pay Bud back for being such a generous host. He was doing a damned fine job, too. In short order he fired two male bartenders in quick succession for skimming from the old cash register and replaced them with a pair of gorgeous looking babes who really knew how to mix a cocktail---and who were equally adept at supplying tail for his cock. Business increased, the profits were good and Rafe was enjoying life. He first learned of the Giagianno kid when the muscle-bound jock bounded into the office when he and Bud were banging some broad from both ends across the desk. Meeting the good looking young man for the first time, it was hard to believe some of the stories Bud'd told him about Joey. According to Bud, he'd bred Joey's hot macho ass on numerous occasions and bragged it was some of the best fucking he'd ever had. Rafe already knew about the popular glory hole hidden in a closet off the main floor, but it was certainly mind blowing to know this good looking married stud was the one doing most of the servicing. It was near-about late summer when something inexplicable seemed to come over young Joey. Usually good for maybe once every other week, suddenly Joey was showing up every day at the Hut and making a beeline for the back room. Both Bud and Rafe noticed the kid hadn't even bothered to wash up after work. Sweaty and gritty from a long summer's afternoon on the construction site, Joey was still in his soiled work gear when he took his usual position behind the partition of the glory hole. On arrival he appeared scowling and surly. When he left, often times hours later, it was as though he'd been appeased---for awhile. Sex, lots of it, appeared to be the tonic young Joey needed to release his inner demons at the end of the day. Sometimes they were lined up three deep out in the hallway leading to the john waiting to unload their pent-up nuts. Word quickly got around about the voracious cock sucker, although few knew the true identity of the mouth behind the hole. Rafe figured some of the regulars must have figured out by now that the muscular buck bounding into the smoky club daily and disappearing for hours had to be the featured talent. But the newcomers, faces never seen before in the Hut but spurned on by some scribblings on the walls of the local rest stop about hot action at the strip club, had no idea a handsome married stud was the one feasting on their joints. Bud was all for the new business, but Rafe made him see the wisdom in cooling things down a bit. Good-Time Bud had blinded himself to the ramifications of a potential visit from the long arm of the law. Between them, they devised a way to protect Bud's investment without taking away Joey's cock candy. Only well-known, long-time patrons of the club and their guests were permitted access to the infamous hole. To all others, ignorance was feigned. It still didn't hurt the increased business all that much. Newbies might not have found what they came looking for, but they stuck around to have a few beers and watch the titty show---and several kept coming back. He hadn't been there all that long when Rafe decided he ought to find out what all the commotion was about. One weekday afternoon, some time between five and six, Joey came in wearing a soiled wife beater and looking all kinds of pissed off at the world. As usual, he stopped to talk to no one---just made his way to the back room. Bud had long ago given Joey his own personal key to the place. Rafe wasted little time in slipping off his bar stool and sauntering down the hallway to the secret place. He'd never forget that first time he slipped his thick ten inches through that opening and felt the hot, wet mouth greedily devour him. Joey somehow managed to swallow him down to the root in one monumental gulp. Rafe quickly learned why the hunk had developed such a loyal following: Joey G was one awesome cock sucker! He didn't take time with any kind of foreplay, no annoying teasing. Joey got right down to business, sucking and slurping like there was no fucking tomorrow! And when Joey pressed his steaming, hairy ass hole up to the opening Rafe was doubly sold. Joey took dick like a whore in heat, his ass spasming and clutching all around Rafe's fucking tool. Every time Rafe plowed all the way in it was like electric charges went off inside Joey's body, a live wire making the hot hole twitch and buck like a hard-ridden bronco. Once Buddy took off for Alabama Rafe made things more personal between himself and Joey. Throwing out the anonymity of the seedy glory hole, Rafe took Joey right there in the office where Bud had also laid the stud more'n once. Joey came in every day, all fired up and mad as hell at the world and ready to get fucked hard. And Rafe delivered. It thoroughly turned him on to fuck the anger out of the well-built tomcat and leave both of them satiated---for a while. Joey had shown up this late November day with an angry scowl clouding his usually handsome features. Rafe knew right away there was trouble. He never bothered to ask, he didn't really care. Trading confidences was not at the core of their relationship. Joey gave him a quick look across the late-afternoon crowd of men stopping off for a drink and a show after their day's work and proceeded on down the hallway to the office. Rafe smiled in his lop-sided fashion, mostly to himself, downed the rest of his beer and stubbed out his cigarette. Lazily he rose from the bar stool and, with a wink to the red-headed dancer he'd banged only a few hours ago now shaking her stuff on stage, he meandered across the room. With the exception of his well-worn work boots, Joey was sprawled out buck naked on the old sofa. His big, wide dick was already rock hard and leaking anticipatory pre-cum as he fisted it in one beefy hand. Hairy, lumberjack-sized thighs were raised and parted, allowing Joey easy access to his hungry man hole. Two thick fingers repeatedly plunged into his hair-lined shitter, slick with the spit he'd obviously utilized. "C'mon man, fuck me!" he growled angrily, thick eyebrows nearly bisecting in the center. With that small, knowing smile Rafe slowly stripped himself bare, his big cock already near complete erection. Climbing onto the sofa he spat into the palm of his hand several times and fisted his prick with mouth lube as he gazed down at the hunky construction worker sprawled out before him. The dark haired jock was staring up at him through eyes smoldering with expectation. Shaking his head in wonder Rafe moved into the juncture of Joey's hairy thighs, pushing them farther apart with his knees. Taking hold of his fat dick at the base Rafe rubbed the mushroom around the perimeter of Joey's eager fuck hole, dark ass hair tickling those sensitive nerve endings. When he aimed the thick head directly at the entrance to Joey's shit chute the lips of that pink pucker seemed to suddenly latch out and suck the beast inside. Rafe couldn't help but throw back his head with a deep sigh as Joey's warm, wet insides folded around the tip of his fuck tool. "What the fuck you waitin' for?" Joey scowled at him and thrust his ass against the other man. The anxious young stud wanted dick and he wanted it now! Rafe wasn't a man who took kindly to orders but in this particular case the carnal desire rumbling through his groin won out. Clenching his teeth he thrust against the greasy asshole, hastily embedding every solid inch deep within Joey's slutty guts. Joey's big brown eyes shot wide open, momentarily stunned by the big dick suddenly plundering his hot hole. But his resolve lasted only a matter of seconds. "Oh yeah, man, just like that," he gushed breathlessly. "Fuck me....fuck me rough!" If the married cock whore wanted it rough Rafe was more than happy to oblige. It was the way he liked his sex anyway. The best lays he'd ever had were with those broads who liked getting roughed up a little. A slow, comfortable screw usually didn't lead to seconds for a hound like Rafe. Joey expertly undulated his hips when Rafe pulled back, making the big cock slide against the inner walls of his ass from a variety of angles. The biker paused nary a second before sending his piece surging back into the farthest recesses of Joey's male pussy. Joey grunted audibly when the big thing hit bottom with a walloping punch to his gut. His muscles were all hard and bulging, big hands holding legs widely apart from the back of his knees. His smoldering eyes held Rafe's lusty gaze, challenging the brawny biker to fuck him senseless. Rafe drilled his hard shank into Joey's muscular man-twat with long forceful thrusts. Joey's sweet tail twisted on his cock, sending waves of pleasure rippling along the pistoning length of his solid shaft. Rafe could feel the tight fuckhole clenching tightly against his full-throttle assault, making the fuck all the more pleasurable for the both of them. He crashed hard into Joey's ass again and again, practically knocking the wind out of the perspiring stud. Joey valiantly took all the hardened biker had to give. The harder, it seemed, the better for him. Joey had been carrying around a lot of anger ever since that day last summer when he'd publicly blown up at his bitch of a wife, unintentionally letting every party goer in on the trouble in the Giagianno marriage. Everyone noticed how surly he'd become. Even Rafe, who knew little about the husky buck's personal life, easily detected the abrupt change in Joey's demeanor. The big biker figured the construction jock was beating himself up over something or other and using rough sex as his punishment. Rafe actually didn't give a rat's ass about Joey's personal problems; all he was interested in was the hot, satisfying fuck that Joey's issues produced. Joey was swearing like a sailor and thrashing his husky body around like a fox caught in a trap. Rafe's bludgeoning crankshaft pleasurably scratched that secret itch buried way up Joey's ass and drove him further into a wild fuck frenzy. His own thick cock was hard as marble, staring him in the face and pulsing each time Rafe's huge shank slammed into him up to the hairy nut sac. Glaring at the mustached fucker, Joey's hardened eyes challenged Rafe to fuck him into sexual oblivion. Little did Joey know, Rafe was a man who thrived on challenges and accepted nothing short of victory. Rafe growled sexily as he lunged his colossal prick deep into Joey's soft ass guts with a renewed vigor. He read the signs of pain and pleasure in Joey's sex-glazed eyes, which only served to heighten his own arousal. Domination was key and young Joey was a man who, for some reason unknown to Rafe, needed to be dominated. Rafe really laid into him him with hard pumping strokes, pile-driving into Joey's slick ass hole, certain from the way the hungry whore's body reacted that he was touching that special spot which drove most men nuts. He didn't let up, his stamina impressive and his mind focused on fucking the anger out of the hunky construction worker. With the thick, hard cock pounding against his prostate with all its might Joey was unable to control the onslaught of his orgasm. His hips shot up and massive spurts of semen erupted from his huge cock head. The first few of those pent up and powerful waves of cock juice liberally coated his handsome face while the ensuing shots soaked his heaving chest. Rafe could hardly believe the volume of man-goo produced from the younger buck's thick weapon, especially when Joey's final trademark gusher blasted out and hit the bull's eye of his huffin' 'n puffin' mouth. Joey savored the taste of his own load, his thick tongue rolling out to scoop up the residue on his pink lips. Joey's strong orgasm had caused his ass muscles to involuntarily tighten and contract around Rafe's pounding prick. With each gut-wrenching thrust the aching pressure inside his nut sac increased until he could hardly stand it anymore. His masculine grunts became fevered and his breath grew short. Detecting the tell-tale signs, Joey shot his hands out and grabbed fists full of chest hair, practically tearing it out by the root and triggering Rafe's release. With a guttural cry Rafe buried his monster in Joey's clutching colon and blasted loads of heated semen. He moaned in pleasure as the sensitive nerve endings of his spasming prick were greedily milked by Joey's mushy insides. A load nearly rivaling young Joey's hosed down the fiery furnace of the muscular jock's rectum. Rafe shuddered, his heart pounding rapidly in his heaving chest from the force of orgasm. With Joey's big work-calloused hands rubbing all over his hairy torso and plucking at his erect nipples, Rafe was in no great hurry to evacuate the nicely wet and warm foxhole and instead wallowed in after-sex bliss. After a while the brawny biker pulled his big wet cock from Joey's twitching asshole. Dribbles of cum escaped from the lips of the younger man's puckered man-pussy. Joey's hand was down there in a heart beat, fingers rubbing the swollen area and dipping inside the well-fucked hole. Scooping up some of the draining cum load he brought it to his mouth, feasted on the tasty stuff and quickly returned for more. Rafe just stood there, fondling his deflating pecker and shaking his head in wonder. Suddenly and unexpectedly Joey shifted position on the sofa, turning around so that he was on all fours with his big ass thrust out toward the older man. "Now do me like this," he ordered, the scowl back on his handsome face. Rafe chuckled. "Not me, little man. You done wore me out for a while. But you just wait right there and I'll see if I can round up one of your back room buddies for you." As he slipped into his jeans Rafe thought about Rufus, the older black man he'd hired as janitor and bar back a few weeks ago. Old Rufus was somewhere in his late fifties and down on his luck when Rafe first encountered him. He'd lost his janitorial job at a local plant after making one-too-many suggestive remarks to several of the female associates. With nary a brain in his head job hunting proved fruitless and unemployment was his only source of income. Although widowed he still had a teen-aged son, sired late in life, at home to support. They lived in a pathetic, falling down shack on the poor side of town. Rafe felt bad for the man and took him on at Bud's Hut, paying cash under the table. Rufus quickly proved to be a strong and apt worker and was appreciative for the opportunity. And the fact that he got to openly ogle all that female flesh on stage didn't hurt matters either. Although dumb as a stump, it didn't take old Rufus long to figure out what went on in the secret closet he mopped down several times a week. And observing Joey Giaggiano slipping into the utility room behind the closet with his own pass key easily figured into the equation. The old black man with his head of kinky gray hair wasn't at all shy about asking permission to get himself off at the glory hole. He admitted he knew the good looking muscular patron, not some exotic female dancer, was the one servicing dick behind the partition. Rufus didn't much care who the mouth was, long as he got his rocks off. Opportunity didn't come that often for him anymore. Rafe allowed once a week closet privileges to his new employee. One time buried between the lips of cock sucker Joey turned the black man into a huge fan. Rufus had never gotten sucked off so pleasurably before, nor could he ever remember cumming quite as forcefully as he did that evening. (Little did he know Joey had a particularly bad row with Tracy that day, had never sucked black dick before and wound up taking out all his aggression on something heretofore untried.) Rufus looked forward to his once a week encounters and, from the way Joey's lips wrapped around his piece, it appeared to him the husky cock sucker was just as eager. Rufus bragged to Rafe about his closet sessions, thanking him endlessly for allowing him access. Because of his marriage status Rafe cautioned Rufus about keeping the glory hole whore's identity secret, although several of the regulars had already figured it out. It didn't take that much, really. The muscular construction worker in his dusty tank tops and soiled jeans had begun showing up every day at the club but was never present in the main room, leading to only one possibility. Rufus chuckled to himself when he saw them all scurrying to be first once Joey entered the back room. That boy had sho' nuff gotten himself a loyal following. Rafe left Joey still in serious heat in the office. Tucking his shirt inside his jeans he made his way into the main club. His eyes searched through the smoky haze until he spotted Rufus coming from behind the bar carrying an empty case. The old man was looking over his shoulder at Tawny, the shapely brunet provocatively displaying her wares on the lighted stage. Rafe easily detected the look of lust etched on Rufus' horndog face. The old man appeared momentarily stunned when he came upon Rafe standing there with arms crossed over his chest, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong. Rafe smiled crookedly and put a friendly arm across the back of the black man's shoulders, leading him away from the main event. "How's it goin' tonight, Rufus," he inquired. "Everythin' good, boss," the elderly Negro replied in his deep, gruff voice. Leaning closer to the black man's ear, Rafe practically whispered, "How'd you like to have a little fun, Rufus?" "Fun?" Rufus appeared confused, as he often did. "I be workin', boss." "When's the last time you visited the hole, Ruf?" Rafe pressed. Rufus became defensive, backing up from the other man. "I don't be goin' there but once-ta-week, like you said, boss. I swear I don't." Rafe tightened his arm around Rufus in buddy fashion. "I know, Ruf, I know you follow the rules. But when was the last time?" "Just t'other day," Rufus replied, still suspicious at the line of questioning. "And was it good, Ruf?" Rafe led him on with a huge, knowing smile on his face. Rufus smiled back, revealing his gold front tooth. "You know it was, boss. That boy sure know how ta suck a dick." Rafe put a finger to his lips and looked around, "Shhhhhhhhh, Ruf. We don't want everyone to know." Rufus appeared ruffled. "Sorry, boss. I don't tell no one 'bout that boy. I swear I don't." Rafe patted his back. "I know you don't, Ruf. You're a good man. A good man." Leaning closer, he whispered again into Rufus big black ear, "How'd you like to fuck that boy's hot ass?" Rufus appeared momentarily stunned. He paused a moment so scratch his head and then, grinning from ear to ear, replied, "I surely would like that." Rafe was leading him down the hallway toward his office. "See, Ruf, I just got done fucking the hell out of his hot ass but that boy is so fuckin' sexed up he wants more. Much as I would like to, shit, I just can't keep up with him. So's I figured you just might be able to help him--and me---out, Ruf." Old Rufus' gums smacked and his face brightened like a kid in a candy store. "I surely'd be glad to help you out, boss. Surely I would." Slapping the old Negro on the back one more time, Rafe threw open the door to the office and ushered Rufus in. They were instantly met with the sight of young, nude Joey writhing about on the sofa, half a hand buried up his hairy asshole while the other flogged away at his angry, purplish meat. He was so engrossed in self pleasure that Joey hardly noticed the arrival of the other two men until Rafe loudly cleared his throat to draw the young stud's attention. Joey's face clouded in anger at the interruption. But when he noticed the black man standing next to Rafe his look became one of stupid surprise tinged by, perhaps, a tad of embarrassment. His working hand ripped from his asshole to join the other in modestly attempting to cover his man meat. Rafe chuckled at Joey's valiant gesture. No matter how the buffed buck tried, he was still laying there naked as the day he was born oozing sexual pheromones. Rafe glanced over at Rufus and easily concluded from the lusty look on the dumb-as-shit janitor that he was aroused by the bawdy sight in front of him. He kept smacking those big walloping gums of his together and coiling his pink tongue. "You know Rufus, don't you, Joey?" Rafe asked, slapping a hand across the old Negro's shoulders and startling the man. "I, uh, yeah," Joey mumbled. "I think I seen him around." "Rufus is a good man," Rafe announced, pulling the man close in a friendly side-by-side embrace. "Been workin' for me for, what Ruf, maybe three to four months?" "Somethin' like that, boss," Rufus replied, his eyes never leaving the muscle clad stud still attempting to cover one of his major assets. Rafe raised one eyebrow conspiratorially and leaned toward Joey. "But you know him better than that, Joe." "Nah, no. I don' think so," Joey answered weakly. "Sure ya do, Joe," Rafe beamed. "Once a week he feeds his black hog to you through your favorite hole, don't you Ruf?" Joey's eyes widened. So this simple oaf, this old graying Negro, was the owner of that big black cock he anticipated weekly? He had never before put a face to any of the hard ons fed to him through the sleazy glory hole and now one was being presented to him. From the strength of the massive black hard on, the first he'd ever encountered, and the voluminous ejaculation it produced Joey would never have expected it belonged to a wizened old grandfather type. The huge ebony erection, with its twisting gnarled veins, had to be at least eleven fuckin inches and awesomely thick! Joey's cock suddenly throbbed in expectation and something deep inside his asshole began to twitch. "Seems like you remember Rufus, Joey," Rafe went on, enjoying his presentation. "Now since I'm a bit tuckered out by our fuck, and you're still rarin' to go, Rufus here has volunteered to step in and help us out, ain't that right Ruf?" "Yassir," Rufus' head bobbed like a doll in an arcade. "I be most obliged." Joey thought of all the times he'd wanted to back his ass up against that wonderful hole and fill it with that huge piece of meat, but hadn't. Not that he was any kind of racist or sumthin', but he'd never had a black fuck buddy before. The first time that monstrosity of a cock poked its way through his favorite glory hole, he wasn't even sure he should. In that moment of indecision he thought of Tracy and the many ways he'd allowed her to humiliate him---to demasculate him. If he'd ever even dated an African American before they met, Joey knew darned well Tracy would never've spent a moment's time with him. She and her folks were the ones with their stupid prejudices. Suddenly it seemed like the thing to do---to gorge himself on that big twitching black dick as a way of getting even with his frigid, uncaring wife. He'd gone to town on it, sucking cock like he'd rarely sucked before, and brought the Negro male to a hasty climax. He dedicated each swallow of the rich, abundant fuck juice to his cunt of a bride. Joey gave special service to that particular piece of meat every time he encountered it at Bud's hidden glory hole. Of course, Joey was so busy burying his woes in anonymous male appendages that he never even realized this was a once-a-week encounter. Nor did he make the connection between the old Negro sweeping floors in the Hut and the lone black cock which aptly raped his gaping throat. How he wanted to take it all the way up his ass; it was so fucking huge! He could just feel it rapping against that wicked trigger buried up his horny ass hole and bringing him off in no time! Yet, for some reason he was unable to figure, Joey just couldn't bring himself to do it. Now, standing before him was that very man. And the old black janitor had an eager look twinkling in his dark eyes. He kept smacking his big Negroid lips like a fucking cow chomping grass in the field. It was obvious he wanted Joey's ass something fierce. And Joey couldn't deny he, himself, had a yearning that Rafe had only managed to squelch for a brief time. He was a bad husband, a lousy brother, a rotten uncle and needed to be royally fucked for his failings. If Tracy caught him fucking chocolate snatch she'd have a fucking coronary, but just imagine her reaction if she knew a gigantic black cock had plowed her husband's bubbled ass. That thought alone brought Joey to a sudden decision. Fuck his pristine wife and all her noble morals---he'd do something would make her shit her silk panties if only she knew. "Well, what're ya waitin' for, dumbass?" Joey challenged with that angry scowl back on his cum encrusted face. He punched out his thick, athletic thighs to either side of him and raised his high-hung butt cheeks from the sofa, practically bending himself double. Joey had ass cheeks like twin cantaloupes, now invitingly parted and revealing the panting pink jewel nestled in its bed of wet, dark hair. Now old Rufus was a pretty mellow fellow and generally let most things roll off his shoulders. But the one thing always infuriated him was when others made fun of his lack of intelligence. He'd whooped more'n one ass in his nearly-sixty years for that very reason. Joey's words sparked that age-old fury in the black janitor. Thick, Negroid lips pursed together tightly, already-wide nostrils flared even larger and veins bulged obscenely at his temples and down the sides of his neck. Rafe grew alarmed when he observed the man's big fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. "Hey, Ruf, he didn't mean nuth----" Rafe started but was quickly silenced by the menacing black man. "There ain't no whi' boy goin' to talk to me like dat," he replied harshly, his eyes shooting venom as his hands tore at his clothes. No brain surgeon himself, Joey hardly noticed how he'd managed to piss off the other man. He just figured the old man was as anxious to fuck as he was to get fucked. His big brown eyes widened as layer after layer was peeled from the heavily breathing janitor's body. While Rufus had gone somewhat soft around the middle, his dark chest was mountainous with swirls of crinkly gray hair covering his bulging pectorals. The man's arms were strong and muscular, bigger even than Joey's, the corded veins popping out in sharp relief under his chocolate skin. Joey's intake of breath was obvious when Rufus yanked his boxers down, carelessly kicking them to the side and exposing his long, veiny bull cock. The dark, quivering shaft was fully hard, every bit of eleven ass-stretching inches with an angry purple knob which looked like a big juicy plumb. The man's huge, hairy joy eggs hung low between his meaty thighs and swung heavily as he advanced on Joey. The old sofa heaved from the added weight when Rufus climbed aboard. He didn't even use his work-worn hands to guide his big fucker toward the intended target, the huge cock seemed drawn to the pulsing ass hole by magnetic force. Clenching his jaw, the old man black man hunched his hips, threw all his weight into his groin and ferociously slammed his hot rod into Joey's greasy ass pit. Joey bellowed loudly as the massive girth of the thing ripped through him in one powerful punch, bringing tears to his eyes. Rafe, standing nearby, almost felt sorry for the married stud. Rufus, however, took no pity on the white cock whore who'd insulted him. Before Joey even had a chance to get used to the invader Rufus yanked it all the way out of the abused hole and then hastily slammed it back in. Joey tossed his head from side to side, gnashing his teeth and groaning. The big black cock was repeatedly scouring his ass walls and punching him right in the gut, practically making Joey's hairs stand on end. He'd never before been banged quite as roughly but quickly came to the realization that an ass ramming man fuck is precisely what he needed. Rufus ferociously drove his prong into the yielding ass flesh of the good looking younger man. The load Rafe had earlier deposited there made it nice, slick and easier going. He could see the pearl white adhering to his big black sausage in those few seconds he had it out of Joey's yawning hole. There was something downright raunchy about fucking into another man's cum load, the very idea further igniting Rufus' inner pig. Despite his earlier protests, Rafe's schlong was rock hard and pounding against the front of his jeans, demanding release. Standing on the sidelines, Rafe unzipped his fly and fished out his prominent piece. Spitting into his palm the mustached biker slowly fisted himself while he watched old Rufus plow Joey's hot ass. The elderly janitor showed great stamina for a man of his advanced years; Rafe only hoped he'd be as energetic when he reached Rufus' age. Rufus' black body glistened with perspiration, droplets of it spraying down onto Joey's own sweating frame. His heart beat madly in his chest, but Rufus refused to allow it to deter him. If he died right now he'd go a happy man; Joey's tight male pussy was some of the best he'd ever buried his bone into. Besides, ever since he could remember he'd had a thing for the forbidden white meat. Now, old Rufus wasn't so ignorant to realize that Joey wasn't really a white boy. From the looks of him he had some kind of ethnic mix going on. But, far as Ruf was concerned, if you weren't black you were white---and it gave him a special thrill to pound white pussy. It'd gotten him in trouble a couple of times, first when he was a strapling teen of about his own son's age. That dirty white town tramp Lottie Jarvis egged him on until he finally slipped his black sausage into her pretty pink cunt. She sure enough liked it when he was banging her and could never figure out why, afterwards, she cried rape. He was lucky to have gotten off with nothing more than a solid beating and railroaded out of town. Yet, that traumatic event never lessened his desire for white pussy. Old Rufus had his share of it over the years, some good and some not so good, but muscled up Joey was some of the primest beef he'd ever fucked into. And he sure 'nuf didn't have to worry about the hot jock claimin' assault. Didn't take a genius to see that Joey was delirious with sexual excitement. He was huffin', puffin', moanin' and groanin' while his sweet ass got pumped full of hard black cock again and again. Rufus' thick organ worked rapidly in Joey's mushy ass-guts, tooling around his prostate and causing him to moan like a bitch in serious heat. His ass arched up to meet each forceful thrust, taking it deep inside his accommodating trench. His muscular body trembled each time the big dick dove deep, hammering that secret spot inside and driving him absolutely wild. He cared about nothing else. His farce of a marriage was completely out of his mind. Joey was totally absorbed by the old janitor's massive cock and the merciless pounding he was taking. The huge black prick made loud suctioning sounds as it heatedly pumped in and out of the cum-drenched fuck hole. Rufus was sweating profusely, his black torso shining under the overhead light, yet he failed to lose even one measured fuck beat. Rafe couldn't get over the stamina the old guy exhibited. He was a champion cocksman, pounding that big thing into Joey with all his might. It was hot as hell watching the torrid scene unfolding before him. Rufus was fucking with a vengeance and Joey was going apeshit over the treatment! If he hadn't thrown the fuck himself, Rafe would never have believed Joey's just gotten plowed only a few minutes ago. Stroking his rock-hard beef Rafe watched the reactions play across Joey's handsome face, each one attesting to his ceaseless craving for hot man dick. Impulsively, Rufus ripped his battering ram from the yawning fuck hole. Grasping Joey around the waist, he showed surprising strength by flipping the muscular jock over. Now on all fours, just as he'd been when Rafe first left him, Joey's big bubbled butt was thrust out invitingly toward the powerful black man. Rufus quickly crammed the entirety of his ebony monster back inside before Joey's ass even had a chance to become lonely. From this angle the big cock was touching new territory inside him and stoking Joey's blazing anal fire. Obscene slurping sounds generated from the glistening black cock effortlessly pumping into the cum-greased ass hole. Rufus' hefty purplish ball sac swung to and fro, slapping along Joey's parted inner thighs with each hearty plunge. Joey's forearms were across the arm rest of the sofa, his big work-calloused hands clinging on for dear life as Rufus repeatedly crashed into him. Slimy pre-cum oozed from the apple-shaped head of his own fuck tool, adding to the already abundant soils on the cushions of the couch. The big black senior was really throwing him a solid man fuck, which was exactly the way Joey liked it. On the sidelines, Rafe couldn't help but be completely turned on by the torrid fuck session he'd engineered. Although having earlier pleaded fatigue, he was ready and raring to go all over again. Hoisting his raging cockstalk, he stepped up to Joey and slapped it against each side of the handsome construction worker's face. "C'mon, Joey," he hissed, "lick that fuckin' cock for me!" Joey did him one better. Before Rafe even knew what had happened, Joey's nose was in his dense pubic bush and every fucking inch of him was buried down the married cocksucker's rapidly milking throat. Rafe uttered a startled little cry and even fell back a step. But Joey wasn't about to let him get too far---he had a serious lip lock on the root of Rafe's masculine man cock. Rafe couldn't get over it: the young man wasn't even coming up for air! He remained like that, his face crushed against Rafe's groin and working the cock with his lips, his tongue and the walls of his throat. It was like being in some sort of human milking machine. After more time that it seemed possible Rafe had to press the heal of his hand to Joey's forehead and pull himself out of the awesome sucking mouth hole. "Holy fuck, kid! How you do that shit?" he asked in wonder. Joey looked up at him with unbridled lust in his eyes, his face wet with saliva and drool oozing from the corners of his sensual, puffy lips. "Give it back to me, fucker," he growled. Rafe smiled. "Oh, don't you worry, Joey. It sure ain't gonna last much longer but, for now, it's all yours." He moved in again, allowing Joey to wrap his hungry lips around the leaking head of his cock. Joey's tongue glided over the surface, thirstily devouring the free flow of heady pre-cum while his lips teased and tantalized the thick ridge of Rafe's hood. Taking Joey by the back of the head he began rapidly moving his hips forth and back, sawing his manhood in and out of the younger man's sucking mouth. "How's that ass, Ruf?" he asked, practically face to face with the old Negro. Ruf shook his head in wonder, his big liver lips spreading in a toothy grin. "This here is some prime fuckin' beef, mistuh Rafe. Prime fuckin' beef." "Well, you enjoy it now, Ruf. You have yourself a real good time." "Oh, I sho'nuff will, mistuh Rafe." His voice was all sincerity. "I sho'nuff will!" Joey felt Rufus' big black hands spread out over the crook of his back as if he were doing a diamond-shaped push-up. Rafe had him by the back of his thick bull's neck, holding him in place while he shoved his big wet cock into his drooling maw. There was really no need for either of them to keep such a tight grip on him. Even if he wanted to, there was no way Joey could easily manage to disentangle himself from these two studs. And he most certainly did not want to. The humongous chocolate man meat kicking up inside his guts and wreaking havoc with his treasured love button enticed Joey to suck Rafe's offering with rabid fervor. He crammed it into his mouth, sucking the juices leaking from the hefty helmet. All sorts of lewd, wet and sloppy sounds emitted from the young man's hungry face hole, further arousing the two men taking their pleasure from him. An equal partner in this glorious mouth fuck, Rafe held onto Joey's sweaty head and humped his face while the married jock's lips and tongue played the chords of his instrument. Every third of fourth stroke Joey rewarded Rafe by opening his throat, swallowing the big thing straight down to the manroot and causing the bar owner to take pause. Rafe's entire body went rigid for those few moments. Veins in his hands and arms seemed more pronounced as he held Joey's head tight against his groin. With his head thrown back, glazed eyes cast upward at the ceiling, he savoring the wicked sensations of his sensitive meat devoured by the athletic cock sucker. If ever the kid lost his day job he'd easily gain employment as a sword swallower in some cheesy carnival show. Rafe didn't let up until the muscular young man started choking on the buried cock. Even then, Rafe took sadistic pleasure in forcing him to sputter around it for a while. It felt good, the walls of Joey's throat convulsing around the length of his cock stalk. A smile of dominance formed on Rafe's face when Joey looked up at him with those pleading puppy dog eyes, tears falling from their corners and snot running from his widely flared nostrils. Then and only then did Rafe release his grip and extricate himself from the cavern of carnal delights. With saliva liberally drooling from his lips, Joey coughed and gagged for a moment of two before the tasty prick was rudely shoved back in. And the raunchy mouth fuck commenced again. Pounding Joey's sweet and savage ass hole, Rufus allowed himself to appreciate the sight of the young ethnic man's rippling musculature laid out before him. Joey's back was wide and powerful, tapering to a tight, smaller waist. The deep indentation straight down the middle was an invitation to the twin hot cakes shooting outward at the end of the trail. Of course, with his light bulb containing even less wattage than dumb jock Joey's, Rufus knew nothin' about lats and glutes but he was sure this was one well-constructed white boy. White, 'Rican, Italian. Didn't make much of a difference to ole Ruf. All's he knew is it was giving him a whole heap o' pleasure to be plunging his dark dipstick into such a superb specimen of manhood. Sexual current ran through young Joey as one cock slammed deep inside his bowels and the other challenged his throat. His rolling ass melons undulated with the hot man fuck he was being thrown and his jaws stretched wide to accommodate the hefty tool thrust between his puffy lips. Hungrily eating the flesh tube he reared back against the black man's assault, successfully impaling himself to the hilt again and again. The rigid erection pleasurably massaged that secret spot inside him that drove Joey wild with fuck lust. Snorting and grunting around the thick cock sliding between his feeding lips, Joey became lost in the powerful sensations coursing through his ravaged rectum. When Joey's idle hands reached out to roughly fondle his hairy ball sac, Rafe knew his time of release was close at hand. The handsome fuck tugged and squeezed the bloated sac, his thick fingertips tickling that sensitive secret area between scrotum and ass hole. Not that much of a dumbass, Joey knew well enough what it meant when a dude's nuts began drawing up tightly---he'd sure experienced the same thing himself during his numerous, lonely jack off sessions. He could have eased off, prolonged the moment, but not Joey. Joey was into fast, mean man sex and getting his guy to blow his wad was the goal of this game. He cranked into overdrive, sinking the magnificent crotch meat deep into his mouth and taking its entire thick length down his throat over and over again. He worked feverishly on the fat man tool, an overwhelming excitement overtaking him as he detected the deep, ragged breathing coming from the other man. "Holy fuck!" Rafe exclaimed as his body tensed, a sudden rush of current coursing through him. With a deep, masculine sigh he gripped Joey's head even tighter and pumped his load directly into the younger man's throat. Joey took advantage of Rafe's weakened moment to loosen his hold, managing to work the erupting cock up into the cavity of his mouth where he could really savor the seed spewing from the raunchy biker. He swallowed furiously, somehow managing to keep up with Rafe's searing orgasm. Even after the man had unloaded the last of his juices Joey kept working the meat with his tongue, obsessed with getting every last cum drop for himself. It was one hell of a scene Rufus was watching from close view. Observing the boss man getting sucked clean, reading the lust on his face and seeing Rafe's immense enjoyment sent his own ramrod tingling. His strokes became deeper and harder, causing young Joey's body to shiver with ecstasy each time his burrowing cock stroked his prostate. Joey came off Rafe's used dick, pushing up on his hands to arch his back and look over his shoulder at the black janitor. "FUCK THAT ASS!" he growled, cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth. "ABOUT TO CUM! FUCK IT! FUCK IT! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Take this, white boy," Rufus harshly responded and slammed his cock so far, so deep and so hard that Joey felt a lurching kick to his belly. The black man kept plowing into him, again and again, with such formidable force that he fucked the cum right out of Joey. Bolt after bolt of rich man goo erupted from Joey's fat dick head, adding to the multiple stains on the old sofa. "Aaarrrggghhhhhh!" came out in a warbled wail from Joey as his eyes rolled upward until only the whites were visible. Rafe thought sure he'd gone into some sort of fantastic fuck convulsion. With his head tossed back and every muscle pronounced in high definition, Joey appeared to be having the orgasm of his life! Joey's insides went totally wild around Rufus's bludgeoning pecker, grasping and twisting about on the big black pole. Rufus felt his cock throb that one final time and, gritting his teeth, shot right up inside Joey's working ass. Joey's innards squeezed around him, milking white cream from black cock. One would certainly never tell from the volume of Rufus' ejaculations that his sexual prime should have been over long ago. He pumped volumes of rich, warm semen into Joey's savage fuck hole. Combined with Rafe's earlier offering, Joey was liberally bred. Exhausted and thoroughly spent, they remained intertwined for several minutes while they came down from their sexual high. Rufus fell atop Joey, his hands encircling the young jock's muscular torso, sweaty black chest resting on the fuck hunk's equally drenched back. Joey's eyes were closed dreamily, savoring the sensations of a most-satisfying cum and the new fuck buddy who'd helped deliver it. Shaking his head in wonder, Rafe managed to plop down on a chair behind him. Old Rufus had sure proved to be another stud in this stable. He was certain the old black man would be taking a crack at Joey's ass again one day soon. And equally certain that Joey would willingly oblige. Later, after the two had gone, he'd have to give a shout out to Bud. Let him know the latest. Heck, it might prove to be just the incentive needed to get his biker buddy back to town.