Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 20:15:50 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Straight Buddy Ray's Neighborly Conduct

Once again I must thank all you horny readers for your enthusiastic
response to my "Straight Buddy Ray" series.  It is in no small part due
to your unabashed praise that this series has progressed well beyond the
original two part story it is was originally intended to be.  (Okay, so I
also enjoy hearing how my stories spark your own libido---especially the
guy who wrote telling me how he acts out the scenarios with his lover.
And your web-lifted pictures representing resemblances to the men of
Mansgrove Lane are also quite interesting.  So I guess I like your smut,
too.  This is a two-way street---keep 'em coming!)


Chapter Ten picks up a few short months after the previous tome, in
those lazy, hazy days of summer 2000.  On Mansgrove Lane, as in any other
community throughout the countryside, neighbors come and neighbors go.
Some are forced to relocate because of their job or family
situations, while others reach age of retirement and move on to a more
suitable climate.  Then there are those who financially overextend
themselves and are forced into selling their home and experience drab,
restrictive apartment living---while still other poor souls discover the
perils of foreclosure.  The ultimate loss is the neighbor who has passed
on to their higher reward, such as was the case the summer of this
story.  It is expected, almost anticipated, when one of the senior
residents passes on and something of a shock (and source of
over-the-fence conversation) when the unfortunate soul has barely
reached their golden years.  Even more so when the death is from anything
other than natural causes.

Houses fail to remain abandoned for long on Mansgrove Lane, a quiet
neighborly street in a picturesque New Jersey coastal town.  And,
although the community mourns its loss for a while, they eagerly
anticipate the refreshing addition of a new face---a new friend---to
their locale.  The house on Mansgrove Lane actually remained vacant
longer than was necessary, due to the reluctance of the survivor's
beneficiary to sell once he became privy to the secret goings-on in the
seemingly peaceful little burg.

This story represents graphic depictions of sexual relations and is meant
for a mature audience.  Copyright of the material is maintained by the
author.

Copyright © 2005 JRoyale



Hilda Davidson was more pissed off than an agitated hornet when her
husband of more than thirty years got himself into a head-on collision
with an eighteen-wheeler, leaving her in lonely widowhood.  Not that he
was the love of her life, but Freddie sure knew how to fuck like a
champion.  And Hilda loved to fuck.  Pregnant within the first year of
marriage, Freddie had continued to rut her like a dog up until a few days
prior to delivery of their one and only son.  Even motherhood failed to
slow down the seemingly dour housewife.  Freddie fucked her in the
kitchen while sipping his morning coffee, often times stopped by the
house at lunch for cunt sandwich and was greeted at the end of the day by
a nude Hilda spread out over the living room sofa fingering her snatch
dripping in anticipation of his arrival.  Hilda was a nymphomaniac:  she
knew it and her husband knew it---and neither would have it any other
way.

In the late 70s, with disco on an upswing and partying a prerequisite,
the Davidsons became friendly with another couple two streets over from
Mansgrove Lane.  Once a week they would gather at one or the other's
house and, after the children were safely tucked away in bed, break out
the booze and marijuana and loosen up.  Karen Gilmore, in a pot haze, was
the one to confess that she and her husband took part in "swinger's
sex".  Hilda's eyes widened with delight (and her pussy positively soaked
her panties) as Karen detailed some of the scenarios in which the
Gilmores had partaken.  That very same night in the Gilmore living room
Freddie was fucking Karen while Gus Gilmore gave Hilda a cunt full of her
favorite cut of beef.  Hilda eagerly anticipated the weekly sessions,
ecstatically enjoying this change of pace from her normal sex life.  With
inhibitions completely out the window now, Hilda had little problem
engaging in a little pussy munching with Karen while their husbands
goaded them on.

The Gilmores introduced the Davidsons to their circle of swinging
friends---and Hilda was in seventh heaven!  She was getting all the
cock---and, sometimes, pussy---she could possibly ever want!  With young
son in tow, the group became regulars at the nudist beach forty-five
minutes to the south and made a whole new group of fucking friends.
Often times taking a chatty stroll with Karen, Hilda would spy her
husband fucking some dame up in the dunes.  And joined him.  Never
jealous of one another; rather, they enjoyed each other's private sexual
pleasures.  Even as the years advanced, friendships waned and the
Gilmores moved away, the Davidsons remained sexually active.  It often
times became difficult to hide their antics from their rapidly maturing
son, Brandon, who walked in on quite a few impromptu sessions.

So when Freddie kicked the bucket, Hilda did what any self-respecting
widow with overblown hormones would do:  she invested in a toy chest of
adult novelties.   Replaying home videos of herself and Freddie and a
host of others engaging in a variety of unbridled sex, Hilda would lie
back in bed and treat herself to a variety of vibrators, dildos and butt
plugs.  No longer comfortable engaging in group activities without the
support of her deceased spouse, Hilda became a lone sexual ranger.  For a
short while, at least.

The first time she opened her door to the chiming bell and took one look
at the cute, wholesome face of the newspaper boy coming to make his
collection, Hilda's twat lips began tingling.  Seemed as if she'd somehow
forgotten to leave out the collection envelope.  Hence, the encounter.
Cory Evans had the sweet, blue-eyed innocence of youth with a hint of
mischief peeking out from under his white-blond Prince Valiant bangs.
Stunned by his stocky youthful beauty, Hilda invited the boy inside for a
glass of iced tea while she rummaged through her purse for his weekly
fee.  Perched at the edge of the chair directly across from her, cute
Cory had a bird's eye view as Hilda crossed and uncrossed her legs, her
dress shifting higher up her fifty-something-year-old thighs with each
deliberate movement.

When the purse slipped from her lap, spilling its contents to the floor,
Cory valiantly bolted from his chair and dropped to one knee to help
scoop up rolling lip gloss and assorted female paraphernalia.  Stooping
over to assist him from her seated position, Hilda's knees opened
wide---and Cory had an unfettered view of her panty-less vagina.  His sky
blue eyes cast upward under curled blond lashes to observe her looking
down at him with fiery desire.  Placing both hands on her creamy thighs,
Cory pulled them farther apart and dove head first into her feminine
passion pit.  Hilda saw Independence Day fireworks that afternoon in her
parlor as the newspaper boy ate out her snatch through three orgasms and
then fucked her with his breathtakingly huge teen meat through two more.
Cory Evans pedaled off Mansgrove Lane that week---and every week
thereafter---fifty dollars richer.

The Stavros' lived on Mansgrove every bit as long---if not longer---than
the Davidsons, but Hilda had never paid Nikos much attention until after
Fred's demise.  It was an off-hand, flirtatious tete-a-tete at the local
supermarket which ultimately landed the gregarious Greek between her
sheets.  Only a few years older than her husband, Nikos exhibited the
adventurous sexual stamina of a man half his age and proved to be Hilda's
equal.  Sharing niceties with the missus out at the mailbox on a crisp
winter's morn, Hilda deliciously detected the tell-take twinkle in old
Stavros' eyes as he observed them from the porch.  Hilda felt absolutely
no remorse at banging the married man:  he himself had confessed his
bride no longer entertained sexual pleasures, a fact which Hilda found
hideously improbable.  Lately there always seemed a nail to be nailed, a
tile to be laid, a fixture to be rewired which demanded the attention of
good-natured Nikos Stavros at the Davidson home.  Hilda found herself
secretly fantasizing that Mrs. Stavros did her a favor and went off to
keep time with Freddie---leaving her and Nikos free to be a permanent
fixture.  Then they could freely fuck---without the subterfuge.

The true apple of her eye, however, was the one Hilda knew would
forevermore remain solely in her deepest fantasies.  Directly across the
street was the stud she desired more than anything else in this world.
Raymond Giagianno was the epitome of manhood in Hilda's lusty mind.  Her
powerful binoculars were trained on the handsome hunk every time he was
outdoors working on the yard or washing and waxing the family vehicles.
>From the top of his head to the feet he trod the earth upon, Hilda swept
her binoculars over every luscious inch of his hard, hunky body whilst
pumping up the wattage on her hands-free vibrator and fingering her
dripping clit.  She longed to run her fingers through his short, thick
chestnut hair, parted down the middle, while gazing longingly into his
smoldering hazel-colored bedroom eyes.  Hilda adored the cute little mole
at the corner of her dream stud's mouth and the heart-wrenching way his
entire face brightened when he flashed a full-toothed smile, adorable
dimples deepening the smooth planes of his complexion.  She preferred him
with a full days growth of stubble, which the handsome beefcake generally
sported on the weekends, and fondly recalled a younger Ray and the sly
'Rican shadow that used to adorn his upper lip.

What he lacked in height (the ethnic husband and father of four was a few
inches shy of 6') Raymond Giagianno more than made up for with the rest
of his homegrown, hard working body.  Drool practically fell from Hilda's
lips when she moved in for a close up and oh-so-slowly ran her trusty
binocs over every exposed inch of his buffed flesh.  Wearing little more
than a spandex-tight pair of biker's shorts when performing his outdoor
duties, Ray provided a welcome eyeful for most of the ladies in the
neighborhood.  Broad shouldered with thick, rounded biceps, Raymond's
strong, hairy forearms reminded Hilda of those she admired on
professional league baseball players.  Her heartbeat fluttered each time
she got a look at the dark tufts of hair in his arm pits, sopping up the
sweat of his labor and reinforcing Hilda's attraction to his complete
masculinity.  The stud's chest was smooth and hairless save for a small
patch in the center of his nicely-curved pectoral mounds which sported a
set of large, brown man-nipples Hilda longed to nurse.  His muscular
torso tapered in a perfect V to a tight and trim waist line, his
abdominal structure nicely cut and clearly defined, exhibiting nary an
ounce of body fat.  Outstanding obliques disappeared beneath the
low-slung waist band of his shorts along with the sweet treasure trail of
dark hair forming at the indentation of his navel, teasing the horny
widow with the promise of what remained hidden there.  His powerful legs
were like twin tree trunks, the calf muscles strong and bulging, brushed
with short, dark hairs.

After a long sweep of his entire body, failing to miss those marble-like
ass cheeks with just the top of his dark crack creeping into view, Hilda
trained her view finder on the deliciously abundant bulge in the front of
his straining shorts and fingered herself more vigorously.  Raymond was
never flat crotched; there was always a pronounced swell to his masculine
package, lending the oversexed widow to believe her hunky neighbor was
hung like the proverbial horse!  Several times she could have sworn he'd
forgone the briefs under that form-fitting spandex material and was
almost certain she detected the outline of his big meat hanging halfway
down his thigh, although the shiny black spandex combined with the
overhead sun might have been responsible for the illusion.  At these
times Hilda often considering donning a pair of dark sun glasses and
trotting across the street to exchange pleasantries with her unsuspecting
neighbor while subtly checking out his desirable crotch.

The day never went by that Hilda Davidson didn't engage in some secret
sexual fantasy involving the handsome younger man.  Equipped with her
broad selection of toys, the merry widow laid back and concocted one
sexual scenario after another involving the masculine, ethnic hunk.  As a
vibrator whirred in her vaginal canal with an attachment tickling her
clitoris, Hilda envisioned those unshaven cheeks rubbing against her
inner thighs as Raymond expertly ate out her sweet snatch.  Whilst riding
a ten inch realistic rubber cock suctioned to the floor, Hilda shut her
eyes and saw herself straddled over his muscular, hairy thighs impaling
herself on his steamy erection.  With one end of the double dong, a
recent acquisition, planted up her vagina while the other stretched the
walls of her asshole, Hilda brought herself to a screaming orgasm while
"Ray" and his younger brother Joey double fucked her.  In calmer
sessions, with the blinds tightly drawn and lights out, Hilda replayed
the footage of videotape she'd managed to take from her camcorder,
purchased explicitly for the purpose of filming her half-clad neighbor
from between billowing curtains.  She was a woman obsessed---and that
very obsession proved to be her unexpected (and untimely) downfall.

It was a pleasant, early-summer's eve---one of those warm nights with a
refreshing breeze that just begged for windows to remain open and rush
out the stale, cramped air of the previous winter season.  On friendly
Mansgrove Lane there was little-to-no danger in not bolting windows
against unwanted intruders---that type of element hadn't yet invaded the
peaceful little burg.  Hilda Davidson left her downstairs parlor windows
up along with every single one on the upper floor.  She was awakened
around one by the all-too-familiar need to evacuate her bladder.  Always
ready for a dream lover, Hilda's flimsy see-through negligee was caught
in the breeze blowing through the window as she made her way down the
hallway, illuminated only by a dull night light, back to her boudoir.
Casually glancing in the direction of the window, Hilda's observant eyes
noticed a light coming from the house across the street and, absently
scratching her pubic mound, inquisitively stepped closer.

Touching her fingers to the floor-length lace curtains she'd embroidered
years ago, Hilda peered out into the quietness of the night.  The
upstairs front bedroom of the Giagianno home was illuminated by an
interior light with sheer curtains billowing inward from the nice summer
breeze.  Hilda's eyes shot wide open when she realized two people were in
clear view from her vantage point---two people who appeared to be engaged
in the act of sex!  Hastily retrieving her high powered binoculars and
ever-ready vibrator from her room, Hilda returned to the window for a
closer inspection.  Focusing the lenses through the upper story,
full-length French windows across the street, she audibly gasped when
Cathy and Ray Giagianno came into her intrusive view.  Cathy was on all
fours at the foot of the bed, pink nightie hiked up over her wide hips
while husky Ray was up on his feet, partially crouched over her body and
fucking her like a dog from behind!  Suffering immediate heart
palpitations, Hilda shoved the vibrator up her instantly wet pussy and
set it at maximum speed while she zoomed in on the unexpected action.

Never before had she seen her dream stud in the buff---let alone
exhibiting his manly prowess.  Hilda focused her lenses on the naked
hunk, completely captivated by his flexing musculature as he plowed into
his pleasantly plump spouse.  Every now and again Hilda was treated to an
unfettered view of his cock, which up until now had been kept from her
lustful eyes.  Hilda sighed huskily at stolen glimpses of the glistening,
wet erection.  It was everything she had thought it would be---and more!
Indeed, Raymond was built like a stud with a nicely thick and huge piece
of man meat which caused her mouth to water and her twat to spasm.
Enraptured by this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Hilda released the
catch on the protective screen, lifted it up and thrust half her body out
into the night for a hopefully closer vantage point.

During Fred Davidson's final years his primary companion was not wife
Hilda but, instead, a cat he named Old Boris.  The twenty-something pound
lazy Tom had been a staple in the Davidson household for twelve years.
Hilda kept him around solely out of a sense of respect for her deceased
husband; she, herself, had no great affectation for the animal.  He
really was little trouble, sleeping most of whatever remained of his life
away and rousing only to eat and mess in the litter box.  There were
times a superstitious Hilda could have sworn the creature was possessed
by the spirit of Fred, keeping an ever watchful eye on her.  On many
occasions, while being royally fucked by Cory or Stavros, she would
glance over their shoulder and catch the damned creature spying on her!

Old Boris' favorite resting spot was directly behind the curtains under
the hallway window at the front of the house---the same window where
Hilda now played voyeur.  Of course, in her state of enthrallment, Hilda
completely and utterly forgot about Old Boris.  So when she moved a
little closer to hoist one knee up onto the window sill so that she could
more easily play with her snatch, Hilda had no clue she was about to step
directly on poor Boris' curling tail.  Cats not being particularly fond
of having their tails trod upon, Old Boris lept up with a screech and
clawed at Hilda's bare calf.  Caught thoroughly off guard, Hilda lost her
balance and catapulted out the open window.  Her body rolled across the
porch covering with poor Hilda desperately trying to grasp a handhold
before dropping off the edge to the yard below.  Her neck snapped on
impact just at precisely the same moment hunky hung Ray, up in the
Giagianno bedroom, shouted aloud in his moment of orgasm.

Paperboy Cory Evans discovered Hilda's body early the next day and
promptly notified the authorities, who swiftly came to cart the deceased
woman away.  Neighbors watched from the sidelines, some snickering at
Hilda's state of undress while others were truly embarrassed for the
woman.  There were those who consoled themselves in their belief that
Hilda had gone to the Other Side to finally be with her dear, departed
Fred.  Nikos Stavros, clad in his pj's, kept mum.  Cathy Giagianno's head
rested on the bare shoulder of her husband, who put a comforting arm
around his wife as they watched the tragedy unfold.  Dressed in little
more than pull-on shorts tied low at the waist, it was fitting attire for
the finals moments he and Hilda shared Mansgrove Lane.

Perched at the open window of the Davidson home, Old Boris watched as his
mistress was placed into the ambulance and taken away from Mansgrove
Lane---and then promptly went downstairs to take a shit.  Halfway to the
hospital the ambulatory attendants noticed a faint buzzing sound coming
from the deceased's body.  Even in death, the batteries in Hilda's
favorite vibrator kept on ticking....and ticking....and ticking....




A few days later most of the neighborhood turned out to pay their final
respects at Hilda's wake.   She was to be buried next to her husband in a
small local cemetery a few miles out of the town they'd inhabited for
most of their adult life.  The Stavros' and Giagiannos were among the
graveside mourners, as was newspaper boy Cory Evans.  The woman's
grieving son, Brandon, arrived in town a day earlier with his wife and
two teen-aged sons and was staying in his parent's home during the
unexpected visit.

For Brandon, or Brand (as he was affectionately called by family and
friends) it was a long overdue return to his home town.  During his
freshmen year at a Midwest college, Brand fell head over heels in love
with a gorgeous Slavic co-ed who was as taken with his blond good looks
as he to hers.  Virgin when she enrolled at the school, three months into
the semester Greta was an accomplished novice in the art of making love
and by Spring break was pregnant with Brand's child.  After familial
accusations had calmed and cooler heads prevailed, it was mutually
decided that both families would pitch in and support the couple until
they got on their feet.  A small, relatively inexpensive apartment was
located off campus and the newlyweds began their lives together.  Brand
waited tables at a local restaurant during evening hours while continuing
his education and took on no less than three jobs during the long summer
season.

By winter of his sophomore year, Brand was the proud father of
identical twin boys.  It took a great deal of skimping and saving to keep
the family afloat, but with the financial assistance of both their
families the young Davidsons survived.  It was quite an accomplishment
when Brand graduated college three years later, quickly accepting a
lucrative job offer made by an associate of one of his Professors.  The
enterprising young man worked his way to the top of the company,
ultimately separating from them to found his own business.  Now
financially solvent, Brand made a point to repay his parents and in laws
every dollar they'd unselfishly lent the couple over those long, lean
years.

The Davidsons made their home in Wisconsin.  By the time the boys were
ready to attend school full time, Greta had learned the intricacies of
her husband's business and became an active participant.
Successes seemed to come one after the other and soon Greta was flying
out of the country, attending to the international end of the business
while her husband handled things on the homefront.  It was her decision;
she'd spent so long being an at-home mom that Greta was positively
itching to spread her wings and take on a more challenging role.  Brand
had no idea that his fetching wife easily took herself a lover at nearly
every port; more than one lucrative business dealing was made between
Greta's still-firm thighs.  Her husband had been her one and only
experience all these years---and Greta was more than ready for some
experimentation.  Besides, their own sex lives had waned considerably
with the demands of the business.

Brand's parents visited twice yearly, but he hadn't returned to the east
coast since he left for college at seventeen.  A particularly devastating
case of the flu prevented travel last year when his father passed on,
leaving Greta to take his place consoling Hilda.  She even managed to
convince her instantly widowed mother-in-law to accompany her back to
Wisconsin so that she wouldn't be alone in her time of grieving.
Although they welcomed Hilda into their home and offered her a permanent
place there, the older woman steadfastly insisted upon returning to the
Jersey homestead.

So, for Brandon, his mother's untimely death provided him with what
would probably be one final opportunity to revisit his roots.  Coming
back to the New Jersey town after all this time seemed almost surreal to
the thirty-four year old man.  There was much about the area which had
changed over the years, and yet so much peculiarly remained the same.
Steering the rental car onto Mansgrove, Brandon was struck with an
uncanny sense of déjà vu.  For the briefest of moments, he could
visualize himself playing on this very street so long ago---minus the
newer curbing and sidewalks---and hear his mother's voice as she called
him home from a day of play at supper time.  His deep sapphire-blue eyes
took in one old house after another, noting all the upgrades and
renovations, and smiled inwardly when he recognized old Mr. Stavros
seated on his porch, nose buried in the daily paper.  Brandon felt
strangely relieved to detect a familiar face still inhabiting the old
neighborhood and eagerly anticipated joining the older man, rehashing
memories of times past on that very same porch (albeit now canopied and
trellised) where years ago Nikos Stavros doled out hard candies to him
and the other children on the block.

If Greta had her way they'd be registered in a luxurious, five-star hotel
(which they certainly could afford) during their stay, but she'd
acquiesced to Brandon's desire to lodge in his old family home during
their visit.  She and the boys remained politely quiet during the short
trek down the street until Brandon pulled off into the driveway of his
parent's home.  The sixteen year old identical twins were out of the car
in a flash soon as their dad brought the car to a stop, already tossing a
football back and forth on the front lawn which, oddly enough, was well
manicured even all these days after Hilda's death.  Noticing her
husband's eyes drifting upward to the window from which his mother had
most likely fallen, Greta placed an open hand in the small of Brandon's
back, tenderly stroking in a small, comforting circular motion as she
lifted her chin to his shoulder.

"What do you say, big guy?  Let's go in and get ourselves settled," she
spoke softly against his ear.

Greta's touch did wonders for the sudden chill which had crept up
Brandon's spine.  His pained eyes furtively glanced at his wife and then,
offering a thin, nervous smile placed his arm around her waist.  The
all-consuming fire and encompassing passion of their college romance may
have long ago dissipated, but the Davidson's remained united through
their early-marriage struggles, their dedication to their two handsome
sons and their profitable business partnership.  As a team Brandon and
Greta joined hands and sauntered up to the front door of
the old, recently deserted home to face whatever lay within.



In the late hours of the evening of Hilda's funeral, Greta boarded an
international plane bound for France to cement an overseas deal, leaving
her husband and twin sons to fend for themselves in their temporary
home.  It had all been decided before making the Jersey trek.  There were
certain business ventures which could not be put on hold, even in time of
mourning.  And, since Greta was more successful in handling those
European types, it was only reasonable that she be the one to make the
trip.  The boys, not wishing to waste part of their summer vacation away
from friends, voiced some minor objections but made the sacrifice out of
respect for their father's loss.  Unsurprisingly, the boys easily
integrated with other youths on the block, especially the visiting
grandson of Nikos Stavros.

Mid afternoon of the day following Greta's departure, Brandon stood at
a front window of the parlor, one hand raised to separate the delicate
lace curtains and peered out into the street.  Smiling to himself when he
spotted his two athletic sons playing b-ball out on the Stavros' drive
with Peter and the newspaper boy, Cory, he was pleased they'd made
friends with similar interests.  He fondly recalled an earlier time when
he and Spiros, Peter's dad, shot hoops and bullshitted the afternoon
away.  Reflectively he wondered in adulthood how they'd fared as
fathers.  Peter seemed like a friendly, outgoing type of kid---in fact,
from their one encounter Brandon was left with the impression the kid
wanted to be friends with him as much as his boys.  From what his sons
had told him, the curly haired Greek teen was an accomplished basketball
jock attending some southern university on a scholarship.  Brandon found
it somehow fitting that the twins, athletic in their own right, developed
a quick kinship with the seemingly well-adjusted son of Spiros
Stavros---same as he had with the boy's father years ago.

Trevor and Tyler were good boys, who rarely gave Brandon any real
trouble.  Identical twins were genetic on Greta's side of the family---so
it came as no surprise when blessed with their own unique pair.  The boys
inherited their Scandinavian good looks from their mother:  high,
prominent cheek bones and flawless creamy complexions were signature
features in her family.  Dark blond hair, deep blue eyes and winning
smiles were combined features from their parent's genes.  Highly
athletic, both sported tight gymnast builds.  It was somewhat difficult
to tell them apart, a factor the boys often times took full advantage
of.  When together Brandon easily identified each boy, but singly he was
forced to rely on their few dissimilar interests to tell which son was in
his presence.  Although not serious about one particular girl, Brandon
knew his boys both dated and wondered sometimes if they played a
mischievous switcharoo on one or the other's filly.

In his darkest imaginings, Brandon considered the advantageous sexual
possibilities afforded the boys with their identical appearances.  Tyler
could easy have a go at Trev's babe, and vice versa, and neither of the
girls would ever realize they'd slept with the other brother!   He wasn't
entirely certainly the boys were sexually active yet, although locked
bedroom doors and stiff briefs in the laundry attested to their raging
teen hormones.  From the few times he'd eavesdropped at their shared
bedroom door, Brandon was fairly certain the boys masturbated together.
With his mouth gone dry and heart thumping in his broad chest, Brandon
silently brought his ear to the door and listened for tell-tale signs
while groping the erection which had sprung to fullness in his pants.
After detecting two almost simultaneous sighs of release Brandon quietly
made his way to the master bedroom, kicked off his slacks and undies and,
throwing himself across the bed, frenetically humped the fluffy pillows
while recalling his own boyhood jerk off sessions with Spiros Stavros.
Especially those times when a super-horny, darkly Greek Spiros coerced
blond, blue-eyed Brandon into going down on him....

Stepping away from the window, Brandon busied himself washing the
morning's dishes and tidying up around the house.  His appointment with
Hilda's lawyer wasn't until tomorrow, when they would jointly determine
how to best settle her affairs.  Brandon and the boys had a return
flight to their home in Wisconsin booked for the following day.  Having
already taken his morning jog, Brandon had little else to occupy his time
until then.  Some form of daily exercise or another was a ritual with the
attractive man, and the results were obvious on his 210 lb. 6 ft. frame.
On a lark, as he often times did, Brandon dropped to the linoleum kitchen
floor and pumped out his standard one hundred push ups and rolled over
for an equal amount of abdominal crunches.

Killing time by rummaging through drawers and closets, the successful
businessman shuddered at the eventuality of clearing out the house when
it sold.  His mother was always a neat woman; everything was in its
proper place---but there was an awful lot of "everything".
Brandon dreaded to think what mountains of "treasures" might be stored in
the basement and attic area, quickly deciding to save that inspection for
another day.  Yard sales were always the rage in these close knit
neighborhoods; he and the boys would just haul everything out curbside,
sell it for a song and be done with it.

His snooping soon led Brandon to his parent's master bedroom.  He'd
avoided this particular room since his arrival, choosing instead one of
the other rooms on the floor during his brief stay.  The bed was unmade,
just as Hilda left it before falling from the hall window, but the
remainder of the room was immaculate.  Brandon casually opened and closed
dresser drawers, peeked inside the closet and made a quick visual
inspection of the room.  His dark blue eyes came to rest on a TV/VCR
combination unit and the single, unmarked videotape atop the device.
Curiously he removed the tape from the box, inserted it into the player
and powered it on.

The 19" screen filled with the image of a nicely muscled man, clad in
form-fitting black biking shorts, lathering up his car on the side of the
street.  As Brandon continued to watch, the camera zoomed in closer and
erotically roamed over the stud's exposed flesh, settling for a long
moment on his full crotch.  Brandon's widened eyes remained glued to the
screen as the amateur photographer worshipped every muscular contour of
the man's hot, desirable body.  The scene abruptly ended, only to be
followed by another taken some time later.  This time the shirtless hunk
was seated atop a lawn mower, perspiration glistening on his tight,
muscular torso as he manicured the front lawn.  Once again the scene
jerkily zoomed in and zeroed on his determined face.  Brandon let out a
shocked sigh when he recognized the neighbor from across the street!

Before he had time to collect his thoughts the scene shifted again.  This
time the strong buck was washing a family mini-van.  Evidently the hose
had gotten away from him, because his low slung tied-at-the waist cotton
shorts were decidedly wet and clinging to the firm, sculpted mounds of
his tight man ass.  The damned things had fallen so low that Brandon
could see the top of his globes and the dark crack of his manly butt.
Groaning huskily, Brandon groped his excited bulge and shuffled backwards
to sit at the edge of the bed---never taking his eyes off the hunky
specimen flickering across the television screen.  As he sat, the back of
his feet struck something under the bed.  Pressing the pause control on
the remote, Brandon curiously reached down and retrieved a shoe box from
its hiding spot.  Upon removing the lid he was pleasantly surprised to
discover one snap shot after another of handsome nearly nude Ray, the
stud displayed on the television screen.

Checking to ascertain his boys were still busily engrossed in their game,
Brandon quickly proceeded to strip off all his clothes.  Gloriously
naked, he laid back across his mother's bed and continued to play the
video while fisting his throbbing eight inches.  Before he reached a
thunderous orgasm, Brandon Davidson had committed every millimeter of
Raymond Giagianno's manly body to memory and was every bit as taken with
the hunky neighbor as his own mother had been.



His early morning assignation with the attorney went well.  Afterward,
Brandon found himself cruising the streets of his home town, taking a
trip down memory lane, before returning to Mansgrove Lane.  As he turned
onto the street he passed the Stavros car headed out somewhere and gave
them a polite wave.  His boys were out on the Stavros' driveway again,
engrossed in another game of basketball with Cory and Petie, the only
dark-haired one out of the group.  Brandon knew his boys would be almost
as reluctant to leave behind their new found friends as they'd been to
make the trip in the first place.  Strange how things sometimes worked
out.

Stepping out of the rental car with his portfolio of paperwork, Brandon
was surprised to see the Giagianno man's car parked in his drive.  Before
he had the chance to give it another thought, Raymond came into view from
around the corner of the house steering a wheelbarrow filled with fresh
earth.  Sweat glistened on his bare torso and his arm muscles flexed as
he dumped the contents into the area along the drive he was obviously
filling.  Brandon's cock instantaneously filled out as his eyes devoured
the handsome hunks musculature, covered only by those low-slung pull-on
cotton shorts which played about his knees.  The blond nearly sighed
aloud while he drank in the darker man's thick, powerful and abundantly
hairy legs, the feet encased in worn work boots.  The muscles in Ray's
back rippled under his tanned skin as he raked the dirt into place and
leveled it out, his abundantly hairy armpits practically dripping with
manly sweat.

Unable to contain himself, Brandon stuffed hands deep into his pockets to
camouflage his hard-on and crossed the street.  Coming up on the hard
working man he shouted out a greeting and Ray turned to face him.
Brandon nearly melted then and there; the stud was even hotter up close
and personal than Hilda's zoom lens could ever capture.  The
intoxicating, manly aroma emanating from the sunkissed hunk nearly drove
Brandon wild with forbidden passion.

"No work today?" Brandon managed good naturedly.

"Personal day," Ray acknowledged, the dimples in his cheeks deepening as
he gave the other man a wide smile.  Brandon practically melted, every
bisexual hormone in his body raging, as he appreciatively noted Ray's
sexy, unshaven jaw.  "How's things goin' with you?"

I'm horny as hell and want nothing more than to be between those massive,
hairy legs of yours while I feast on your sweaty prick, Brandon wanted to
say but settled for, "Just got back from the lawyer.  We'll be leaving
for home tomorrow."

"Too bad," Ray replied, nodding his head toward the next yard. "Looks
like your boys made fast friends with Petie and Cory.  Now those two will
be back to playing one on one."

One on one, just like I'd like to be with you, you handsome devil, he
thought.  "Funny thing is, they didn't want to make the trip.  Now I
don't think I'll have a problem bringing them back when I return to clear
out the house and put it on the market."

"Anything you need help with, just let me know," Ray said sincerely.

The wheels turned in Brandon's calculating mind.  "Actually, glad you
mentioned it.  Something in the house has me baffled; maybe you
can shed some light on it.  Appreciate it if you drop by when you finish
up here."

"No problem," Ray patted him on the upper arm, sending wicked vibrations
straight down to Brandon's groin.  "I could use a break.  Only thing is,
I'm a little ripe from this yard work."  With that he lifted a heavy arm
and took a quick sniff at his richly hairy armpit.

Brandon's cock jumped as he fumbled for a reply.  "Hell, we're just going
across the street."  Besides, if things go my way, I plan to lick every
inch of you clean once we get there.

Both men crossed the street side by side, traversed the walkway, and
mounted the porch leading to the front door of the Davidson home.  As the
door shut behind them, Brandon Davidson successfully lured the bait into
his lair, a feat his mother had never managed to accomplish.



Petie Stavros sunk the final basket of that afternoon's match, securing a
win for the team of himself and Cory Evans.  They were "skins", the twins
were "shirts".  But at the end of the game, all shirts were off, mopping
at sweaty chests and armpits.  Petie drank in the nicely toned bodies of
the sixteen-year-old twins and managed to elbow Cory when the other two
weren't looking.  Cory grinned back at him and gave Petie a knowing wink.

Petie and Cory had known each other casually, but never knew of common
sexual interests until just recently.  In fact, it was the day Cory
discovered Hilda's broken body on her front lawn that the two became
better acquainted.  On that multi-eventful day less than a week ago Petie
pulled his new Lexus, a gift from his father, onto Mangrove Lane at the
same time the ambulance was carting old Hilda away.  Anxious to get
fucked by his aggressive grandfather, Petie nearly got clipped by the
ambulance as he hastily rounded the corner.  For a moment, Petie had a
sinking feeling in his chest until he spotted both his grand
parents amongst the dissipating spectators.  Breathing a sigh of relief,
he coasted onto the scene and brought his car to a stop curbside in front
of the Stavros house.  As he got out from behind the wheel, Petie waved
to the hunky, always-shirtless Ray, who was headed back toward his own
home next to the Stavros'.  It wasn't all that long ago that the studly
husband gave him the fuck of his young life---and Petie'd been madly in
love with Ray ever since.

Greeting his grandparents with a hug---a special one for Nikos lasting a
safe moment longer---Petie was filled in on the early morning
happenings.  Petie never really much cared for Hilda Davidson.  She
always seemed an odd bird, giving him weird looks on those rare occasions
she ventured out of doors.  Still, his grandfather seemed uncannily
disturbed by her death and Petie had the disappointing feeling he
wouldn't be getting dicked on this particular visit.

The mood in the Stavros home was quite somber that day and Petie quickly
found himself becoming restless.  Venturing out onto the front porch, he
spotted the blond newspaper delivery boy with those long bangs sitting on
the curb in front of the Davidson house, arms wrapped around his strong
legs as he stared at the pavement.  Failing to understand everyone's
sadness at the old hermit's death, Petie stepped off the porch and went
over to plop his sweet ass down beside Cory.

"What's goin' on, dude?"

Cory merely shook his head and tried a thin smile.  "Nothin'.  Just
thinking.  Didn't know you were back from college."

Petie playfully punched him on the arm.  "Fucked my way clear through the
freshmen year!"

Cory laughed at that, his cherubic face brightening.  "I'm gonna be goin'
to NYU in the fall."

Rising to his feet, Petie faced the other boy and offered him a hand.  "I
was goin' for a walk down by the creek; c'mon and join me and you can
tell me all about school."

Raised out of his doldrums, Cory took Petie's extended hand, supporting
him to his feet.  Together they walked to the end of the block, chatting
amiably, and disappeared into the thicket of woods.  A well-worn trail
led through the heavily wooded area to a tiny clearing through which a
babbling brook traversed.  The boys perched themselves on the ground,
their backs propped against a fallen tree with legs spread lazily out in
front of them and casually flipped small stones into the clear running
water.

When Cory again grew introspective, Petie inquired agitatedly, "So why
the hell are you so bummed out about that old lady dying?  It's not like
you were related to her or something."

Cory looked at him from under long bond bangs.  "No, but I just lost some
free pussy.  And Hilda Davidson used to tip me real good for using my big
cock."

Petie's initial surprised reaction quickly turned to one of amusement.
With twinkling, mischievous eyes and a wide, lecherous grin on his cute
face, Petie's hand shot out and molded itself over the swell of Cory's
crotch.  With a smile of his own, Cory obliged by spreading his thighs a
little wider for Petie's inspection.  In short order Cory's shorts and
briefs were bundled around his ankles and Petie was giving his pretty
cock the kind of attention it deserved.  Later, while deep dicking the
curly haired Greek, Cory quickly forgot about Hilda's always
accommodating snatch---her death had brought him into the talented hands
of a trained teen whore.

Now, stripped to their shorts and ogling the blond twins, Petie and Cory
were of one calculating mind.  They saw an opportunity for some afternoon
fun and jointly planned to take full advantage.  The house was empty;
Stavros and his wife wouldn't be back for hours.

"Say, Petie," Cory piped up.  "Didn't you say you've got some cold sodas
in the house?  I could sure use one right now."

"Sure do," Petie responded with devilish delight.  "Come on in."  They
went around to the back parlor entrance, Petie holding the door open for
the twins to enter.  The two boys passed over the threshold, failing to
see the victorious "high five" the other two shared.  Cory went in next,
leaving Petie to close---and lock---the door against unwanted
interruptions.




Once inside the Davidson home, Ray Giagianno gave the place a quick,
cursory inspection.  The architecture was pretty much the same as his and
most of the other older houses on the block.  Over the years he'd done a
great deal of upgrading to his own home, something the Davidsons
obviously had neglected.  Still, it was a solid old home and would
probably do well on the real estate market.

Brandon gave him a through tour of the place, starting on the lower floor
and advancing to the upper level.  Brandon followed close behind as they
ascended the staircase, his hungry eyes fixed on the jutting marble-like
hardness of Ray's awesome buttocks straining against the sweat-moistened
cotton shorts hugging his manly ass.  He could not even begin to recall
the last time he'd been so overwhelmingly aroused by anyone---male or
female---and it took every ounce of control not to reach out, rip those
shorts down the other man's massive thighs and eat out his moist, hairy
asshole right there on the landing!

Ray took a sudden chill, his big brown man-nips instantly hardening (a
sight not lost on Brandon) when he passed the hall window where poor
Hilda had dropped to her death.  Ray could never understand exactly how
the accident had happened.  What in heaven's name could the old widow
have been doing late at night outside an open upper story window?  It was
a question that most likely would always remain unanswered.  Only Old
Boris was in the house with Hilda at the time and he, now happily living
in the Stavros household, wasn't talking.

After a cursory inspection of the other rooms on that floor, constantly
reminding Ray that he was welcome to whatever he saw (although his true
meaning was lost on the big, bulked-up lug), Brandon motioned him to the
open doorway of the master bedroom.

"In here is what I wanted to show you," he advised the younger man.
Furrowing a quizzical brow Ray nevertheless strode into Hilda Davidson's
bedroom.  At that precise moment, in the Heavenly Rest Memorial Cemetery
across town, a slight tremor stirred the earth in the exact spot covering
Hilda Davidson's final resting place.

Still failing to comprehend why he was there, other than a friendly tour
of the old place, Raymond took stock of the otherwise uninteresting
bedroom.  The only possible out-of-the-ordinary item was what looked to
be a shoebox of some sort laid out on the freshly-made Queen sized bed.
His adrenaline rushing at an all-time high, Brandon reached for the box
and offered it to Ray.

"Can you shed any light on this?" he questioned innocently.

With a puzzled frown Ray tentatively took the box in both
big work-calloused hands.  Sitting back on the edge of the bed, he
flipped back the cover and peered inside to discover a haphazard pile of
photographs.  One after the other he looked at each image, his inspection
more rapid as he realization dawned on him.  The photos were of him or,
at the very least, some exposed portion of his husky body.

"Wh-what is this, Brandon?" he stammered huskily.  "Where did you get
these?"

"I found the box under my mother's bed---right there."  He motioned to a
spot between Ray's boot-clad feet.  "And there's more."  That said, he
pressed a few buttons on the remote control he'd retrieved and Hilda's
secret videotape sprang into living Technicolor on the television screen.

Almost instantaneously Ray's mouth went dry while he viewed the footage
of himself mowing the lawn, washing his prized Mustang, retrieving the
mail, lounging in a hammock on the front porch and any number of outdoor
activities he regularly engaged in---all in his usual nearly-absent
attire.

"HOLY FUCK!" he exclaimed, observing the director's eye zooming in on his
well-muscled arms and powerful legs, his pronounced pectoral mounds, a
multitude of shots of the trail of body hair growing downward from his
navel, the fullness of his crotch and the swell of his tight buttocks.

Deciding he had witnessed enough, Brandon clicked off the tape and sat
down beside the incredulous hunk.

"Seems as though my mother had a secret, consuming attraction to you,"
Brandon spoke softly.  Daring to slip a hand along the inside of the
sweaty stud's husky thigh, he added, "Actually it's easy to understand
why."

Ray's head shot over to look at the seemingly macho man next to him and,
all at once, he understood everything.  There was that same predatory
look in the blond man's steely blue eyes he'd seen in his buddy Jon's
when the later discovered him jock-strap clad and pumping iron in the
outdoor shed.

A crooked smile broke out across Ray's darkly handsome face.  "You're
another one of them bi guys, aren't you?"

Brandon grinned, raising one fair eyebrow.  "Another one?  You know of
others?"

"Fuck yeah!" Ray responded, practically pounding his chiseled chest with
the bragging.  "My good buddy Jon, for one.  I gotta introduce you
fuckin' guys."

Brandon hesitated, his heart thumping in his chest.  "Have you ever....I
mean....did you and this Jon ever....."   The married man was obviously
having trouble searching for the words.

"Fucked?  SHIT, YEAH!"  The big ethnic hunk was suddenly like a little
kid telling a favorite story.  "When I'm feelin' good and horny, and the
wife's not putting out,  I pound his ass real fuckin' good!  He's my fuck
buddy.  What, you don't have one?"

Brandon's boner sprang instantly to life and his hand moved up from Ray's
short-clad thigh to grope his abundant basket.  "Didn't before; hope I do
now.  That is, if you're feeling 'extra horny' right now, you hot fuck."




Across the street, the teenagers broke open cans of soda and drank
thirstily amidst teen chatter.  Petie (naturally) was the one to break
the ice and suggest they go up to his room to listen to the latest Eminem
CD.  Cory already had half a hard-on as he trailed the others up the
Stavros' staircase and Petie, leading the pack, was at full mast.

Soon as they were in the room Petie juiced up the boom box and threw
himself across the bed, resting the back of his head in the palms of
his hands so as to be in a position to observe the others.  With tender
thighs spread widely apart and sneaker-clad feet dangling off the edge of
the bed, Petie's erection tented the front of his knee-length shorts.
His obvious arousal wasn't lost on the sixteen year old twins,
who pointed and giggled like school boys at his "embarrassing"
condition.  Leaning against the door behind the boys, Cory smiled
amusedly and groped the raging hard-on he now sported.

"Looks like you got a woodie there, dude," Tyler spoke out above the
music.

"Sure do," Petie teased with a sly grin on his face and proceeded to
stuff a hand under the elastic waist band of his shorts.  "Always get
horny in the summer heat.  Think I just might have to beat off right
now."  As both boys watched in wide eyed wonderment, Petie raised both
legs to slip both shorts and undies from his lean, athletic body,
crumpled them up into a ball and tossed them to Cory, who allowed the
bundle to drop to the floor at his feet.  Reaching for his big, tasty
looking dick, Petie held it out for the twin's inspection while hefting
his loosely dangling ball sac in the other hand.

The twins united gasp of surprise was audible even over the voice of
Eminem.  Having observed both boys involuntarily licking their sweet
lips, Petie began working a hand up and down on his swollen cock
meat.  Uninhibited slut that he was, Petie thoroughly enjoyed stroking
his dick while the two other boys watched, themselves not quite certain
what they were expected to do.

By this time Cory's shorts were on the floor and he was matching Petie
stroke for stroke on his own fat teen meat.  Pushing himself away from
the door, Cory came from around the twins and jumped onto the bed
lengthwise, his upper body propped up against the headboard by pillows
and legs spread out before him.  Petie wasted nary a moment in
leaning over and swallowing Cory's cock straight down his gullet.
Placing hands to either side of Petie's curly locks, Cory made small
pumping motions up into the teen slut's suck hole.

"Fuck, Ty!" came the voice of Trevor.  "Looks like our new friend
Petie sucks cock better than you!"

Petie nearly choked on Cory's cock at hearing those words.  Coming up off
the piece and wiping the back of a hand across his wet lips, he inquired
incredulously, "You fuckin' guys suck cock and been holdin' out on us the
past few days?"

Tyler answered for them both.  "Fuck, yeah!  I love to suck a juicy
cock!"  Pointing a thumb at Trevor, he continued, "He won't.  But he
surely can throw a mean fuck up my ass!  Been doing it since we were
twelve!!"

The shocked expressions on Petie and Cory's face turned to broad smiles
as the twins hastily dropped trou and trounced buck-assed naked onto the
bed.



Dropping to his knees, Brandon skillfully untied the drawstring of Ray's
athletic shorts, his eyes trained on the other man---certain he would put
a halt to this at any given moment.  Sexy Ray wasn't about to give up
this unexpected opportunity; he'd learned years ago from his older buddy
Jon that bi guys made the best cock suckers.  And, for certain, Ray
loved having his big cock sucked.  Watching the other man through sultry
hazel eyes, he hoped the beefy blond stud was half as talented as big,
bad Jon.

Excited beyond belief, Brandon pulled the shorts down Ray's hairy,
muscular thighs, practically gasping when the already semi-hard, tasty
looking appendage sprang into sight.  As Brandon hurriedly yanked the
shorts over his worn work boots, Ray spread his massive thighs a bit
wider, allowing his bull's balls to glide down and rest comfortably
between his legs.  His eyes glazed with lust, Brandon drank in the ethnic
stud's sweat-moistened flesh while he hurriedly ripped off his own
clothing.  Ray was duly impressed with Brandon's physique; the man
obviously worked at keeping himself in shape.

Ray leaned back on Hilda's bed, propping his upper body on bent elbows so
he could easily observe the hungry married cock sucker.  Brandon placed
both hands on Ray's spread legs and massaged those powerful, hairy inner
thighs in sweeping, circular motions while his lusty eyes remained
trained on the handsome hunk's quickly rising cock stalk.  Those sapphire
blue pools continued to widen in wonder as the big thing arced upward and
away from Brandon, its huge helmet hovering over Ray's hair-lined navel.
He figured there to be at least eight---possibly nine---inches of
mouth-watering man meat impressively throbbing from the dense thatch of
dark hair surrounding its base.  Without a doubt, it was the manliest
cock Brandon had ever seen!  Huge and thick with heavy blue-blooded veins
haphazardly criss-crossed just beneath its engorged surface, the luscious
horsedick sported a perfectly shaped ass-splitting dome which incited an
immediate itch in Brandon's long-neglected man hole.

Brandon worked his way up the other man's strong thighs until he was
openly groping Ray's delicious crotch, one hand to either side of the
steely erection with his fingers embedded in the hunk's pubic patch.
His big thumbs massaged in the damp, sweaty juncture between the hunk's
legs from where his velvety ball sac loosely hung.  Then, wrapping a hand
around the base of the stupendous cock and giving it a tight squeeze,
Brandon dove headlong between those muscular thighs.  Ray's hairy scrotum
tickled his nose as he buried his face in the hefty bag, lapping at---and
sucking on---those fat, heavy nads.  A heavily musky man scent emanated
from big Ray's sweaty crotch, enticing Brandon to inhale deeply and savor
the intoxicating aroma while he savored the hefty ball bag with his wet
tongue.  Hefting the sac with his free hand, Brandon ran his dripping
mouth muscle deep underneath the succulent scrotum, tonguing his way into
that secret, sensitive place leading to the other man's ripe ass hole.

Lifting his head, he suddenly realized he'd virtually had a vise
like grip around the huge erection, which had turned an angry shade of
purple.  Its alabaster surface positively bloated with throbbing veins,
the bulbous crown appeared even larger as its fleshy lips pouted open and
released a nice flow of clear pre-cum.  Loosening his grip, Brandon
pulled the weighty weapon toward him and washed his tongue over the
surface of the slippery cock head.  He groaned huskily, his taste buds
appreciative of the flavorful dick honey the other man was producing for
his sampling pleasure.  Covering the shapely helmet with his
mouth, Brandon more aggressively sucked on the flared cap while his fist
worked up and down the hardened shaft, producing even more sweet sauce.
Collecting it up with his tongue, he swirled the rich nectar around
inside his mouth, savoring the unique flavor, before swallowing it down.
Ray appeared to be a heavy leaker, providing Brandon with more than
enough natural lube; the blond man could only imagine the volume of his
actual orgasm!

Ray's huge dong tasted delicious to Brandon, who wallowed in the ripe,
heady flavor of the sweaty, juicy piece.  It had been such a long time
since he'd feasted on the flesh of another man---and Brandon Davidson was
more than determined to make up for lost time.  Fastening his smooth,
sensual lips sidelong against the thick main vein running down the
underside of the sexy stud's long length of sausage, Brandon traced it to
the hairy root.  Burrowing into the base, Brandon nibbled and sucked at
the funky, musky root before running his tongue back over the thick,
heavily veined crank shaft.  He licked like a greedy whore, coating Ray's
entire muscle with sloppy saliva and probing his tongue into the wide
piss slit, hungry for more sweet and tangy nectar.

Engulfing the head in his wet mouth, Brandon began going down on the
throbbing fuck meat.  He gobbled up the tasty sausage, taking it all the
way to the back of his throat.  The twin's father unashamedly made all
sorts of sloshing sounds as he fucked his face up and down on the
succulent meat, coming off every now and again to lick the entire length
before gorging himself again.  His face was soaked with saliva, but
Brandon didn't care.  He snorted like a sex-crazed pig, blue eyes rolling
in their lusty sockets, as he greedily devoured the scrumptious offering.

Brandon's hands ran over Ray's firm, masculine torso, taking hold of his
pronounced pectorals and tightly squeezing them.  Ray's big, brown man
nips were hard and jutting out against Brandon's sweaty palms.  Taking
them between thumb and index fingers, Brandon tweaked and teased the twin
nubs, pleased when Ray's strong body immediately reacted by writhing
about on the bed.  Brandon failed to let up on those big man tits; he
squeezed and pulled until Ray was groaning sexily and thrusting his
pelvis up to stuff more of his dick into the other man's appreciative
mouth.  Ray's rippling abdominals were contracting wildly, he was
breathing heavily and his body had broken out in a glistening sex sweat
from the things Brandon was doing to him.  The straight stud
surprised even himself by flexing big biceps to reach out and embed
his calloused fingers in the blond's hair, roughly guiding him up and
down on his dick meat.

"Ahhhhhh yeah buddy, that's it!" he groaned huskily, giving Brandon all
the incentive he needed to relax his throat and swallow the tasty fuck
pole down to the dense pubic bush.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH, YEAH!" Ray sighed loudly.  Brandon, his face thoroughly
stuffed, looked up across the indentions, peaks and valleys of the
handsome stud's hard body to observe the look of sheer satisfaction on
his unshaven face.  Ray had thrown back his head, his mouth hung open and
his eyes appeared to be rolled back with only the whites visible from
Brandon's angle.  Brandon allowed the big cock to baste in his throat for
awhile before locking his lips around the root and coming off him nice
and slow, moaning sexily as inch after fat inch vacated his stretched
jaws.  Swirling his tongue around the soaked cock head, he swabbed at the
piss hole and savored more pre-cum before lunging back down on the
massive girth.

Brandon's chin bounced on Ray's hairy ball sac as he took him
deep, sucking the huge schlong for all he was worth.  His hands were all
over Ray's gorgeous body, toying with his sweaty sac, roaming over his
rising and falling abs and torturing his sensitive nipples.  Brandon
repeatedly took him from hairy root to musky crown again and again,
enticed onward by the sexy moans and groans of approval coming from the
other man.  He did everything he knew to do, used every trick he'd ever
learned, to pleasure this hot bodied married man.

While his warm lips ran up and down, and all over, the entire length of
the bulging shaft, Brandon fleetingly thought to himself what good taste
his mother had in men.  Fortunately---or unfortunately---her loss was
definitely his gain.  The big handsome buck squirming all over Hilda's
bedspread was Brandon's conquest---thanks, in part, to the stolen
photographs his mother had taken.  Sucking on the luscious man prick,
Brandon sent out a silent thought of gratitude to Hilda for all
her handiwork.

As another wave of hot scrotum sauce pulsed from Ray's dick head and
coated the insides of Brandon's mouth, he paused from his ball churning
deep throating technique to make love to the huge crown.  With eyes
dreamily closed, Brandon circled his tongue around the flanged dome,
causing Ray to wince with pleasure when he centered on the bundle of
nerves on the underside.  The surface of his swollen mouth muscle glided
like a cats over the slick knob, salty pre-cum pleasurably assailing his
taste buds.  His wrist twisted and turned as he fisted the full length of
the glistening shaft and, for the first time, reached down to take hold
of his own burning erection.

It wasn't long before Brandon lost control; he just had to have another
mouthful of that big, dripping cock.  With a deep breath he opened wide
and began the long, nine-inch journey, fully conscious of Ray's masculine
sighs as he was once again thoroughly consumed.  Perhaps three quarters
of the way to ecstasy Brandon, like any good father, had the flicker of
wonder of what his sons were up to.  And then the concern was gone,
replaced with the all-consuming need to gorge himself on Ray's massive
cock and drown himself in the man's saucy semen.




While their father feasted himself on the hottest man in town, the
twins were across the street pleasurably sampling the wares of the local
teens.  They were identical, good-looking little hunks standing at about
5'8" with short, dark-blond hair, wide blue eyes framed by curling
lashes, high Scandinavian cheekbones and tight, lean swimmer's builds.
Even their twink cocks appeared to be carbon copies of each other,
perfectly cut and rising in an arc from sparse, fair pubic patches at a
little over seven succulent inches.  Trevor appeared to be the more
rugged of the two---the only discernable difference between them.

Clearly making his choice, Petie grasped Trevor around his slim hips
as the teen approached, pulling himself over between the boy's
outstretched legs as Trevor fell back across the bed.  Wasting little
time, Petie stuffed his mouth with Trevor's cock and began sucking.
Trevor's prick started oozing almost immediately.  Petie moaned
appreciatively as he tasted the teen's young juice, swirling it around in
his mouth and drinking the heady nectar.  Kneading the blonde's fuzzy nut
sac, Petie reached down between his own legs to wrap a fist around his
dripping cock and jerk himself while he serviced his new fuck friend.

Up at the head of the over-occupied bed, Tyler had slipped between Cory's
outstretched thighs and taken hold of the other teen's sex tool.  Running
his clenched hand up and down the fat length of boy meat he marveled at
the beauty of Cory's cock, still glistening with Petie's saliva.  It
looked like a grown man's pleasure rod pulsing upward from white blond
pubes.  Sliding in closer on his firm young belly, Tyler came face to
face with the object of his desire and stuck out his tongue to tickle the
underside of the purplish head.  With a whispered groan, Cory placed a
hand behind Tyler's head and urged him closer.  Tyler took the crown in
his mouth, licking and nibbling along the flanged rim and sucking on the
full overgrown bulb.  The younger teen's teasing had Cory's ass wriggling
about on the bed sheets, producing copious pre-cum for Tyler's sampling.

Since discovering the pleasures of his pecker, Trevor had been sucked off
numerous times by his twin brother, a couple of Tyler's friends and one
older guy down at the swim club as well as Melinda, his current girl
friend and one easy-to-be-had Senior who wanted to spend her summer
fucking him before going off to college in the fall.  But there wasn't a
one of them could compare with the things Petie Stavros was now doing to
him.  The curly haired teen was obviously a born cock sucker...and Trevor
was enjoying every moment of it!  The Greek boy's tongue was like a
slithering snake coiling around his dick and touching all the right nerve
endings.  Trevor gasped with pleasure from the older youth's
ministrations and nearly popped his own nut when Pete positioned himself
to glide straight down the shaft in one fluid movement and bury his face
in Trev's silky blond pubes.

While his twin was treated to some expert cock sucking, Tyler used both
hands to jerk Cory's awesome tool (the same python which had brought his
grandmother to orgasm time and again) while he frantically lapped up the
cum seepage pulsing out.  Giving up the losing battle he formed his lips
around the fat cock head and frantically sucked, swallowing the sweet
jizz which kept coming like champagne fizz from a freshly popped cork.
Sliding more of the big prick between his drenched lips, Tyler's jaws
became distended by the sheer thickness of the heated monster.  He was
snorting like a pig as his head bobbed up and down, taking the tasty
prick to the back of his mouth and out to the leaking head again.  He
tasted pre-cum trailing all along the length of his tongue as he
shamelessly gave Cory some fairly decent head.   But, like a true
cocksman, he just had to have the whole thing!  Fighting the urge to gag,
he swallowed...and swallowed...and swallowed...and, to Cory's amazement,
buried the enormous slab of teen meat far down in
his slick, quivering throat.

With Petie milking the entire length of his teen meat and causing his
toes to curl, Trevor chanced a look over at his brother, to see how he
was faring in this unexpected sexcapade.  Real estate on the four poster
was at a minimum, so Tyler's tight young ass (to which Trevor
was certainly no stranger) was pretty much within groping distance.
Reaching out one arm, Trevor caressed the smoothness of one tender
buttock, running his fingers down the deep, hairless crack before
advancing to the other.  Tyler moaned around Cory's powerful throbber,
not quite sure who was giving attention to his trim glutes---but
certainly enjoying it.

Cory observed the brotherly caress and came out of his slouched position
to a more upright seated stance.  His meaty vessel remained burrowed deep
down Tyler's throat, which was deliciously stimulating his bloated beef.
Cory's impressive biceps flexed as he stretched his arms over the blond's
back and slapped his hands down on Tyler's juicy, round butt.  His palms
ran over smooth, pink skin in circular motions, effectively
spreading the teen's cleft with each rotation.  The index and middle
fingers of each hand found Tyler's warm hole and massaged his rubbery ass
lips, which pouted open for Cory.  Trevor was transfixed, watching the
older teen finger his brother's horny ass hole while Petie diligently
sucked his young cock.

All four fingers entered the blond's ass down to the first digit, fucking
in and out of his hot little hole.  Tyler was pushing back against Cory's
masterful manipulations while he made love to the newspaper boy's mammoth
member.  Trevor licked his slobbering chops like a hungry dog with a
piece of raw steak dangling before his mug when Cory pulled his fingers
apart to stretch Tyler's love button wide open.  From his position on the
bed of lust Trevor could see clear inside his brother's ruby red rectum.
In a flash he buried his face in his brother's yawning crack, thrust his
tongue past the open sphincter and hungrily glided it around inside
Tyler's warm, squirming ass.

Detecting a shift in the playing field, Petie managed to get Trevor's
raging hard on from out of his throat and, wiping his soaked mouth with
the back of a hand, watched as one brother ate out another.  Tyler was on
his knees between Cory's outstretched thighs, still deep throating the
paper boy while Trevor snacked out of his lunch box.  Figuring it was a
shame to allow poor Tyler's cock to be neglected, Petie rolled over on
his back and kicked himself underneath the other boy.  Tyler's pretty
piece was rock hard, jerking up against his belly and dripping teen pud.
Petie pressed his lips to the swollen member, spread them over the oozing
head and sucked it clear down to fuzzy blond balls.

Trevor loved the taste of his brother's ass; although he shied away from
cock sucking, the masculine twin ate butt like an accomplished rim pig.
Moaning deeply as he slurped at his brother's hole, Trevor's prick was
leaking drool down onto Petie's taut belly.  The lips of Tyler's teen
hole pulsed against his brother's tongue, driving Trevor deeper inside
him.  Trevor excavated the warmth of Tyler's fuck hole, savoring
the intoxicating flavor.  Tyler always kept his hole clean,
knowing Trevor liked it that way.  Today he was a bit sweaty from the
basketball match, but Trevor didn't seem to mind---not with the way his
fat, wet tongue repeatedly plunged into Ty's warm cavern.

Knowing Tyler's ass was primed and ready, Trevor couldn't resist the
temptation to fuck his twin in front of the other boys.  Standing, Trevor
placed his feet to either side of Petie's prone body and hunched down
over his brother.  With his knees hugging Tyler's hips for support,
Trevor guided his slick cock toward his brother's distended ass hole.
Tyler raised his tight ass, feeling Trevor's cock head as it kissed his
inviting butt lips.  Trevor slid his entire length into Tyler's fiery
oven in one swift thrust, pausing to marvel in the sheer pleasure of his
brother's hole before beginning a rigorous fucking.

From the first thrust, Tyler's cock pulsed harder and grew even more
rigid in Petie's superb throat.  Clearing knowing something was up, Petie
got a look between the other teen's thighs and became even more aroused
knowing the cute teen was being buggered by his identical twin.  Jacking
his own meat in two hands while he sucked one twin, Petie just had to get
a look at the brother action up close.  Popping Tyler's young pecker out
of his mouth, Petie licked down the saliva drenched length, sucked his
balls and slightly slid himself out from under the boy.  In this position
he had a bird's eye view of Trevor's hard cock pummeling Tyler's teen
cunt.  Petie licked his slobbering chops lasciviously eyeing Ty's
membranes clinging to his brother's cock on each outward stroke
and disappearing when the other boy rammed in ball's deep.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Petie latched on to Trevor's ball bag.
Licking and chewing on the bucking sac, he was aptly rewarded when Trevor
yanked his wet dick out of his brother and shoved it down Petie's
throat.  Petie groaned around the aromatic meat fucking his face,
pleasured in the unmistakable taste of Tyler's ass on Trevor's proud
prong.  After a few thrusts, which sufficiently lubed him, Trevor slipped
his cock back into Tyler and resumed pounding his ass.  Petie waited
patiently, with lips wide open, for another mouthful of Trevor's fuck
tool.  Trevor went back and forth, from Tyler's ass to Petie's throat,
fucking both glorious holes.

From his perspective, Cory could see how completely enraptured the blond
buck was in his ravaging of the other two.  Hunched over Tyler's body,
Trevor was practically looking the long-banged newspaper stud in the
face.  Thoroughly enjoying the cock sucking treatment Tyler was giving
him---even more aggressively since the fucking started---Cory reached out
and took hold of Trevor's distended nipples.  Working them between his
fingers, he brought the sixteen year old to an even higher level of
sexual bliss.  Trevor's cock pulsed madly in his brother's fuck channel
from the other teen's tit manipulations and he feared he would be the
first to blow his load and miss the rest of the fun.

"Lemme have some of that ass!" Cory commanded and Trevor obliged,
grateful to give his cock and balls an overdue break.  Cory flipped Tyler
onto his back and climbed into position between his smooth, sinewy
thighs.  Tyler's breath caught in his throat as Cory grasped his missile
around the base and guided it toward Tyler's wet hole.  Cory wasn't built
like any teen who'd fucked Tyler before, and the younger boy found
himself consumed with nervous anticipation.

Tyler let out a strangled moan when Cory slid his thick cock between his
ass lips and shoved inch after inch up his rectum until the big,
throbbing head was buried in his guts.  His warm young pussy
excitedly grasped the huge cock rocket, milking it from deep within his
body.  Cory hesitated a moment, enjoying the other teen's obvious
appreciation of his sizeable appendage, before slowly pulling it back out
of the smooth, puckered hole.  When his fat cock head appeared at the
widely stretched mouth, Cory sunk it all back into Tyler's moist love
glove.  Tyler groaned low in his throat, eyelids fluttering wildly as
every inch of Cory's ultra-thick teen tool spread his insides wide and
tingled his prostate.  Cory began a slow, steady fucking of the blond
twin and felt the boy's ass loosen and grow accustomed to his size with
each measured stroke.   Before long Tyler was pushing his tender ass back
against Cory's penetrations, prompting the newspaper boy to speed up his
deep, gut-wrenching screw.

Petie knew first hand that Cory's colossal cock was an absolute ass
filler; if a whore like him got off on that fat sausage, he knew damned
well Tyler was going through seven stages of sexual bliss!  Jerking his
cock while he watched Cory fuck the younger teen harder and harder, Petie
couldn't resist joining in on the sweaty action.  Spreading himself atop
Tyler's prone body, Petie stuffed his leaking prick into the little
hunk's mouth and proceeded to face fuck him.  In the tried-and-true
sixty-nine position, Petie grasped Tyler's legs from behind the knee
joints, holding him out and open for Cory's anal assault and sloppily
swallowed the blonde's bobbing cock down his slick throat.  From where he
feasted, Petie had prime location for observing Cory's thick joint
pumping in and out of the squirming teen.

Trevor watched in wide-eyed wonder for a short while he as stroked his
own meat---an identical version of the one traversing between
Petie's slobbering lips.  Not about to let his brother have all the fuck
fun, Trevor climbed over the writhing bodies and kneed his way up behind
Petie.  Looking upward between the curly-haired Greek's legs, Tyler
moaned even more loudly as he watched his brother guide his solid pecker
to Petie's pussy lips and plunge it all the way in.  Petie's moan rose
above those of the other athletic teens.  He opened his ass hole wide for
Trevor and let the other twin fuck him deep and hard while he sucked
on Tyler's sweet-tasting cock.

Sounds of sex filled the upper bedroom in the Stavros home.  Youthful
skin meshed with youthful skin, hammering cocks wetly squelched in and
out of teen cunt and slobbering mouths salivated over drooling pricks.
Hands traveled over firm naked skin, grasping and groping toned limbs and
torsos.  Sweat broke out on all four bodies, making their sex romp even
slicker.  Unbridled sighs caused by sucking and fucking filtered from the
open upper story windows and might easily have been detected by
any casual sidewalk stroller.  The current gust of wind might even have
carried those same teen cries across Mansgrove Lane and through open
windows of the bedroom of Hilda Davidson, although the men wrinkling
those sheets were working up enough masculine grunts and groans of their
own.




Brandon was down on all fours on his mother's bed.  His upper body was
supported on bent elbows with strong forearms stretched out in front of
him and grasping handfuls of bed sheet.  He was on his knees, thighs
spread wide and rounded ass propped up high as he could thrust it.  Ray
crawled up in between Brandon's legs and slapped his mighty hard on
against one cheek, then the other and ran his leaking cock head through
the cleavage of the blond man's steamy trench.  Brandon's ass crack ran
deep and Ray took a few enjoyable moments gliding his mighty weapon
through the steamy ditch.

Brandon was on fire---and all this cock teasing was doing nothing to
abate the inferno.  "Go on, fuck me!" he practically begged.  "Bury that
big cock in me and ride me hard!"

"Don't you worry, buddy," Ray replied huskily.  "I know the way you bi
guys like it."

Ray used big thumbs to pull Brandon's butt checks apart, exposing the
man's ripe pink ass hole shielded by a smattering of blond hairs.
Holding the trench open, Ray spat two shots directly on the pucker and
rubbed it onto the anxious man's pussy.  Not that he was much for playing
with another man's ass, but straight Ray knew bung hole wasn't naturally
lubed like cunt and needed some special attention if he was going to get
his donkey dick nestled all the way up in there.  From the way Brandon
was panting like a buck in heat, Ray didn't guess the fucker would even
mind the discomfort of a dry fuck.

Grabbing his thick, hard cock, Ray brought it to the entrance of
Brandon's now-wet man hole and pressed the bulbous head to those
quivering ass lips.  Brandon made all kind of deep, unintelligible
sounds when Ray breached his near-virgin sphincter and pushed the
fat dick head inside.  A fiercely moaning Brandon's eyes rolled in
their sockets as Ray continually pushed his horse dick through the tight,
gripping interior of the hot man hole.  Nine inches of rock hard man cock
steadily disappeared between the fairer haired man's luscious
globes until Ray bottomed out way up inside him.

"Fuck, that's tight!" Ray muttered between clenched teeth while
Brandon's slimy chute grasped his throbbing shaft.

"Been a......long.....time," Brandon acknowledged breathlessly, looking
over one rounded shoulder at the handsome ethnic stud.

"Haven't taken me a cherry in a long time," Ray grinned, his eyes
twinkling with sudden mischief.  The small mole at the corner of his
mouth disappeared into his dimples.  "This ought to be good."

"Bust my fuckin' cherry, stud!" Brandon growled with all the macho he
could muster and reared his hips back against Ray as assurance that he
was more than ready to be fucked for all he was worth.

Ray placed big hands, the palms calloused from hard labor, on either side
of Brandon's hips for leverage and swiftly pulled his cock out from the
man pussy, halting prior to entirely slipping out.  Brandon's sphincter
clamped down on his piece with a vise-like grip but, undeterred, Ray
swiftly shoved it right back in until his bush was tickling Brandon's
bared buttocks.

"Oh, fuckin' yessss!" Brandon groaned as the thick club penetrated his
insides, pushing things aside and clearing the way for the ensuing fuck.
He could feel every solid inch coursing through his body, spreading him
wide and stretching his rectum as it had never been stretched before.
The few times in his life he'd been fucked, the cocks were never as
enormous as hunky Ray's ass pleaser.

Ray was moving faster now, more easily gliding his fat meat in and out of
the blond hunk's ass.  Although Brandon's ass had begun to loosen up a
bit, the moist glove still caressed him with a ball churning tightness.

"Great fuckin ass, Brand!" Ray panted as his dick hammered the other
man's stretched hole, a sheen of excited perspiration breaking out over
his muscular body.  "You were made to be a fuck buddy!"

"Use my ass, buddy!" Brandon bellowed.  "Feels so fuckin' good!  Plow me
hard!"

Ray was already practically shoving his wet shaft clear up Brandon's
ass, thrusting himself as deep as humanly possible into the dark grasping
chasm.  Rising from knees to toes, Ray clasped his muscular thighs
against Brandon's hips and fucked him like a dog.  From this angle Ray's
huge hard on was slamming his prostate dead on with each powerful thrust,
causing Brandon's body to writhe, spasm and buck beneath him.  He was
literally banging the fuck out of Hilda's son the same way he'd often
fucked his bi buddy Jon, but Brandon's sex cries were a lot different.
Whereas Jon was a seasoned veteran of their sex games, Brandon had lain
dormant for far too long.  Non stop, he was huskily groaning and
moaning---which only excited Ray's macho senses even more.

Brandon's head was rocking back and forth, his tongue lolling about over
his wet lips and his fists pounding against the mattress as the thick man
cock continually burrowed into the deepest recesses of his gut.  And when
Ray threw himself into overdrive, literally rabbit fucking the no-longer
virgin hole, Brandon threw back his head and bellowed out a loud "FUCK,
YEAH!".

Ray glanced over at the open window, wondering if they should have closed
it before they started this wild sex romp.  He suddenly realized they
hadn't even checked the front door; Brandon's sons could have walked in
at any time.  And then a thin, secretive smile washed over Ray's handsome
face.  Part of his passion with Jon was the threat of sexual discovery;
he couldn't count the times they'd fucked with his wife and kids just out
of sight.  Although he certainly wouldn't want his wife, who he truly
loved, or his doting brother Joey to discover him in sweaty, steamy
action, the imminent threat made his sexual adventurousness even more
exciting.

With his strong hips quivering as he rigorously pumped Brandon's bucking
ass, his body stiffening as it neared what promised to be a gut wrenching
orgasm, Ray hoped whatever was keeping the boys entertained lasted for a
few minutes longer.




Tyler Davidson was the happiest boy on the block.  Not only was he
throating the tasty cock of his new found friend who in turn was giving
him the same lip service, but his ass hole was also being pleasurably
plowed by the biggest, fattest piece of meat he'd ever encountered!  None
of his school buddies sucked cock or fucked ass like the two older teens
going crazy on him up in the Stavros bedroom.  Trevor always fucked him
like a whore, but his twin fell short of having an ass reamer like Cory
Evans!  And Tyler realized he could learn a lot about cock sucking from
Petie, who was feverishly milking his prick like a pro.

Petie was feeling pretty damned good himself.  Although used to
more mature and experienced fuckers, it was always nice to take a roll
with some eager amateurs.  What the Davidson brothers lacked in
technique, they certainly made up for in eagerness.  Young Tyler was
taking his dick all the way down to the root, snorting and gulping around
it.  And the cutie sure had a nicely curved specimen of his own, rock
hard and oozing tasty pre cum in that special way reserved only for young
teens.  Petie was giving Tyler what was undoubtedly the blow job of his
life while the kid's brother rammed his own meat up
Petie's always-accommodating ass.  In all his sexual experimentation,
slut Petie had never been with a brother act before and found the
scenario highly erotic.  The blond boys with identical looks, identical
bodies and identical cocks were connected through him as they jockeyed
and bucked on the crumpled bed sheets.  And it turned Petie on even more
knowing that these boys often fucked around with each other!  It was
almost as hot as that night earlier in the summer when Petie's hunk
father crept into his bedroom and gave him one of the more exhilarating
fucks of his life with his big Greek daddy cock.

Cory looked down on the writhing bodies while he rode Tyler's sweet young
ass.  All those times he'd eaten and fucked Hilda's insatiable snatch,
Cory never once heard her mention her teen aged grandsons.  Hot and horny
as she was, Cory wouldn't have been a bit surprised to find out she'd
done one or the other---or both---of the cuties.  Although she was far
too old for his personal tastes, Hilda's well maintained legs were always
open and Cory, being a testosterone-laden young man, was never one to
turn down free pussy.  Not from Hilda or any of the other clients on his
newspaper route with more interesting methods of handing out a tip,
nor his off-and-on girl friend Cassie, his fuck buddy Petie or these two
twins.  Cory's big dick was getting one hell of a work out this
summer---and he couldn't have been happier about his fuck luck.

Trevor loved the feel of Petie's deep ass hole.  It was nicely loose when
he thrust and deliciously tight when he withdrew.  The curly haired youth
certainly knew how to work that wet ass to please his fucker.  Trevor was
fucking him with all the strength he had, making Petie grunt each time he
bottomed out way up inside his belly.  At least, Trevor thought the
sex noise was coming from Petie---although it was hard to tell with all
four of them releasing their impassioned sounds.  Fucking Petie Stavros
was better than fucking his brother or any of Tyler's friends, better
even than the cunt of his current girl friend whose cherry he'd burst
only a few short months ago.  And it thoroughly aroused Trevor knowing
each time he dove into Petie's steamy trench, the force was driving the
Greek's prick deep down Tyler's gullet.  Knowing his brother as only a
sibling can, Trev knew Ty was loving every powerful thrust.

Impulsively Trevor reached out across the short space separating them and
took hold of one of Cory's swollen nipples, rolling it between thumb and
fore finger.  Cory looked out from under swaying blond bangs through sex
glazed eyes at the other fucker.  They were both balls deep in teen ass,
each having experienced the pleasures of the other bottom's fiery hole.
Sweat trickled down their faces as they continued to pump
their slim young hips, eyes intently fixed on each other.  When Petie's
ass muscles suddenly contorted around Trevor's prick, sucking him from
within, Trevor's eyes rolled backward and, with a sexily deep moan, his
head involuntarily fell onto Cory's sweaty shoulder.  Cory's hot breath
was panting in his ear and Trevor was instantly overcome with unbridled
lust.  His lips worked over Cory's flesh, nibbling up the side of his
neck and rolling his tongue into the other fucker's ear.  Cory sighed
huskily and, turning his face toward Trevor, hungrily met his lips.  In
a first for both macho tops, Cory and Trevor's wet mouths mashed
together, swollen tongues intertwined and squirming around like slippery
pink eels within warm oral cavities.  Their juicy kiss was masculine yet
sensual, each challenging the other to go beyond their self imposed
limits.  Trevor's hand came up to cup the side of Cory's handsome face,
his fingers reaching under the longish mane of Prince Valiant hair and
pulling the stud muffin closer against him.  Cory responded by running
his hands over Trevor's arms, chest and any other part of the sweaty
naked flesh he could reach, actually caressing another male for the very
first time.

Trevor released a strangled, almost painful cry into Cory's lusty mouth
and the other teen knew the boy was on the precipice of climax.  Refusing
to release him, Cory had Trevor's head in the crook of his strong arm,
holding the blond tightly against him and feeling his entire body shake
and spasm as his nuts unloaded up Petie's wicked ass.  Trevor clung onto
Cory even after he was totally spent, having just experienced the most
shattering orgasm of his life.

Sharing the hard cum with Trevor was more than enough to set Cory over
the edge.  Practically gasping for breath, his hips were a visual whir
as he more forcibly rammed his teen flesh up Tyler's abused rectum.
Gritting even white teeth and screwing his eyes tightly closed, Cory
shouted aloud and splashed massive spurts of sweet cream so far up inside
Tyler that the other boy thought sure he could feel it filling his
belly.  Thoroughly exhausted from their fierce fucking, both tops fell
against each other with heads resting on the other's opposite shoulder
and warmly embraced with their still-hard cocks leaking the remains of
their load into the boys below them.

Cory's hard cum set Tyler's beautiful prick erupting into Petie's ball
draining mouth at precisely the same moment that Petie blew his abundant
load straight down Tyler's gullet.  Both boys continued to suck on each
other, thirstily devouring volumes of thick teen funk.  They didn't stop
until their balls were thoroughly drained.  In short order four sweaty
bodies collapsed into a mass of sex drenched limbs, hands roaming over
the trim young flesh over and next to them as they basked in the
aftermath of their freshman session.

Unbeknownst to any of the boys, Old Boris the Cat had been watching their
torrid fuck from his perch up atop the armoire.  Rising on all fours and
arching his back, the cat yawned widely and,  knowing the show was
finally over, bounced off his spot and skittered under the bed.  Old
Boris had seen a lot in the Davidson home---and already he knew his new
owner's grandson was a slut on par with Hilda.   Curled up in the lap of
Mrs. Stavros as she soothingly petted him, Boris' heavy eyes often looked
across the room at Nikos, knowing full well about the older man's
nocturnal visits to his grandson's room.  He'd also interestedly watched
Petie and the innocent-looking blond with the bangs, who used to fuck his
mistress, going at it in that very same room.  And now the two identical
boys!  Sometimes Boris wished he wasn't neutered and could be human for
just a few hours so that he could experience the things he observed; it
certainly looked as if the participants were enjoying themselves!

Of course, old Boris couldn't possibly have known the two new
recruits were the grandsons of his former beloved master, Fred.  They had
never been to the Davidson homestead before.

Or, as Hilda often wondered about the snooping cat, could
he.......???




"Awww, yeah!  Pound that cock deep in me, buddy!  Do it faster, man,
faster!"  Brandon could hardly believe the raunchy obscenities spewing
from his mouth.  All he knew or cared about was the incredible sensation
of the big ethnic cock being slammed all the way up his man hole.  Ray
wasn't using any slow, easy motions; he repeatedly drove his full nine
inches into the cock grasping ass chute.  Every muscle was
deliciously pronounced as his hard male body loomed over Brandon,
fucking the man's bisexual ass with reckless abandon.

Sexual exertion made hunky Ray even sweatier than the physical labor he'd
earlier engaged in out back of his home.  Beads of perspiration dripped
from his brow, down the angles of his unshaven face and dripped onto
Brandon's already soaked body.  His hairy armpits were moist and pungent
from all the heavy fucking; his entire masculine body looked like he'd
just stepped out of a steamy shower.  He was like a charging bull,
pounding fuck out of the blond man with an admirable stamina which
allowed him to stymie his orgasm and prolong the pleasures of Brandon's
tight ass.

Yanking his entire slick tool from inside the other man, Ray's strong
arms grabbed hold of Brandon and flipped the blond onto his back.  He
pushed the man's legs back until Brandon's surprisingly limber thighs
were adjacent to his prone torso.  Planting huge forearms to either side
of Brandon, Ray was on his toes assuming the standard push up position.
With Brandon's ass up underneath him, Ray rotated his hips until his
leaking cock head made contact with pink puckered ass hole and swiftly
dove back in.  Quickly he resumed his full throttle anal assault,
punching deep into the purring man pussy.

Brandon made most of Ray's skillful repositioning of their masculine
bodies.  Watching the other man's reaction to the pleasure points Ray
encountered up his ass hole made the wild fuck all the more exhilarating.
 Brandon's hands roamed up Ray's strong, hairy forearms and over the rock
hard bulge of his powerful biceps.  Slipping his palms up into the
handsome stud's wet, matted arm pits, he liberally doused his hands with
pungent man sweat and, bringing them down to his face, deeply inhaled
Ray's funky aroma.  Slapping against pronounced pectoral tortillas, he
fingered the huge brown areolas and tweaked those invitingly extended
nipples, sending reverberations of pleasure clear down to Ray's working
cock.  Making up for all the time he hadn't touched another man---and all
the fantasies he'd entertained during the interim---Brandon made the most
of his opportunity.  His hands touched Ray everywhere within his reach:
up over strong, rounded shoulders, down the sloped contour of his back
and grasped handfuls of muscular bobbing ass.  Ray was a hunk, that much
was for sure and Brandon had never really been with a man before.  His
earlier, high school experiences had all been with friends like Spiros
Stavros, experimenting as he was.  All through his marriage he'd remained
faithful to the beautiful Greta, squelching his hidden bisexual desires.
But here and now, back in his home town, all that had changed---thanks to
his very own mother and her admirable voyeurism.

Ray continually thrust his pelvis forward, plunging his thick weapon
through Brandon's clinging rectum and slapping his heavy balls against
the bare skin of the other man's bare melons.  Excitement coursed through
his body, fully aware he was the first man to breach Brand's ring in a
long while and impressed by the way the man took his hot, hard fuck.
When straight Ray decided to take some ass he wanted a real man---not
some fey, pansy type---else-wise he might as well stick with pussy.
Big Jon, his personal fuck buddy, fit the bill perfectly and aptly took
care of his needs.  Only time he'd strayed was with his brother's
basketball buddy Petie Stavros, who could hardly be defined as the swishy
type.  Petie took a fuck in bad boy fashion right there in the Giagianno
kitchen and caused Ray a memorable cum.  Deciding it wasn't a great idea
to continue to fuck around with his beloved brother's pal Ray kept
his distance from the teen, but every time he saw Petie he remembered how
fucking awesome he'd felt up the curly haired athlete's ass.

His present performance quickly drove Brandon Davidson to the number two
spot on Ray's buddy fuck list.  Although his ass muscles had relaxed a
bit, Brandon's slick anal walls still remained nicely tight around Ray's
raging hard on.  One of the things Ray liked about his buddy Jon was the
way the much fucked bisexual hunk tightened his rectum to fit around
Ray's big fucker like a sweet love glove.  Brandon didn't have to work at
it; he was naturally tight as a drum!

Ray rammed his killer cock in and out of Brandon's hot hole with long,
hard fuck strokes.  His muscular ass rose impossibly high when he yanked
his nine inches all the way to the ridge of his cock head and then
dimpled when he thrust back down to the deepest, darkest recesses of
Brandon's fuck hole.  His was a maddening assault, but Brandon was
thoroughly sex crazed and didn't care his bruised ass would probably
leave him unable to walk for the remainder of the day.  Only thing
mattered was the rough, thoroughly macho feel of the tremendous rod
coursing through his tight, stretched hole and punching into his guts.

Their fevered fucking had yanked the fitted sheets from the mattress and
shifted their bodies to the edge of the bed.  Rising from his position
over the stud, Ray rested his weight on his knees and grasped Brandon's
meaty thighs, pulling the blond's heaving body closer against him.  His
thick, wet cock repeatedly sunk to the hilt, striking Brandon's insides
from a newer angle and bringing a fresh outburst of deep, appreciative
moans.  Brandon's ass was working with Ray's cock, sucking it deeper
inside and bucking forward to meet his forceful thrust.

Brandon's breath caught in his throat when Ray unexpectedly reached
forward, wrapped a calloused hand around his burning erection and began
pumping the blond's cock.  Pre-cum bubbled out of the piss slit and
leaked down the shaft, running over Ray's thick fingers and providing
added lubrication.  The handsome man's hand kept time with the beat of
his magnificent shaft grinding away up Brandon's ass and played havoc
with his tortured prostate.  Brandon's shoulders rose from the bed and
then crashed back down, his head rolling about on the sheets from the
exquisite sensations the big dicked straight man was giving him.  His ass
hole clenched and caressed the spearing shaft as his body jerked about
the bed like a caught fish.  He thoroughly enjoyed every one of Ray's
nine wide inches rampaging through his mushy rearranged innards.  Brandon
didn't want it to ever stop, he wanted Ray to fuck him clear through dusk
and well beyond midnight.

The fleshy dick meat banging his sensitive prostate combined with the
manly hand pumping hell out of his hardened prick drove Brandon beyond
the edge.  With a fevered yowl, his entire body heaved and his cock
discharged, spewing a monumental geyser of hot cum high into the air.
The first shot splashed clear up to Ray's pectorals, coating the
masculine chest with man cream.  Ray quickly redirected the exploding
weapon to aim the next few blasts toward Brandon, who took one shot clear
in the face while the rest rained all over his torso.  Ray shook his head
in amazement.  Even after all the porn films he'd viewed he'd never seen
those actors shoot such explosive loads as himself or the three dudes
he'd so far fucked.

Ray didn't have much more time to contemplate the thought, because the
onslaught of his cum had caused Brandon's ass hole to convulse and
tighten even harder around the big invasive cock.  Ray's big ball bag had
drawn up between his hairy legs and his breathing grew heavier.  He felt
the orgasm well up from the balls of his feet to the top of his tingling
skull.  His pectorals swelled larger, the big nipples standing stiffly
erect, as his strong chest heaved maddeningly.  Veins in his neck were
distended as his eyes screwed tightly shut and his white teeth gnashed
together.  With a deeply macho, primal cry he plunged his cock all the
way up Brandon's ass.  With his entire body shuddering, Ray blew his
pent-up load, searing Brandon's guts with no less than seven massive
spurts of steamy man cream.  Brandon felt the huge fuckrod throbbing
within him and ran his hands over Ray's drenched torso, pulling on those
tempting man tits and coaxing another blast of hot cum.

Never before had Brandon felt so completely satiated.  He immediately
knew that man sex was something he could no longer do without.  He served
his term; for sixteen years he had been a devoted husband and father at
the expense of his own desires.  The time had come to be true to himself,
even at the risk of exposure to his own family.  Looking up at the hot,
macho stud---the man of his mother's dreams---Brandon knew he'd started
his quest right at the top.  There couldn't possibly be anything better
than the gorgeous married fuck who'd just taken him to the heavens and
back again.

Finally restoring some sense of himself, Ray picked up Brandon's shirt,
wiping it across his heavily perspiring face and mopping up under his
pits.  His dick was still hard within the pleasurable confines of
Brandon's well-fucked hole.  Looking down at the other man with a crooked
smile, he extended a hand to Brandon and spoke.

"Welcome back to the neighborhood, buddy."




Later that night, with the twins safely in their shared room, Brandon lay
back nude on the still-sweaty sheets of his mother's bed.  The video tape
of the handsome neighbor across the street was playing on the television
screen as Brandon reached into his mother's treasure chest and selected
one of her many dildos.  Working it up into his new man pussy, Brandon
instantly sprang to erection.  While he moved his ass about on the bed,
feeling the dildo touch the places so recently vacated by studly Ray,
Brandon touched a series of buttons on his cell phone and placed an
overseas call to his wife.  Greta answered after the third ring.

"Yes, dear, everything is going well here.  So well, in fact, that I've
been thinking.  There's much to do here....mother was something of a pack
rat.  And the boys seem to have taken a liking to the
neighborhood...they've already made a few friends....could hardly get
them to come home tonight....and with school summer vacation there is no
rush for them to go home.  It might do them a world of good to spend a
few months here where I grew up.  I have my laptop and can easily manage
the business from here.  Was thinking of extending our visit, unless you
can come up with some reasonable objection I haven't foreseen.
Well, what do you think, hon?"

Greta was completely agreeable.  In fact, Brandon's plans worked
perfectly well for her.  Things were going so well in France that Greta
had every intention of extending her own trip.  Business had already been
settled; her main interest was in the good looking, wealthy Count whose
head was between her thighs, lapping on her extended clitoris.  For all
she cared, Brandon could remain on the east coast of the States
indefinitely.  With any amount of luck he might find himself smitten with
a local and finally put an end to their no longer passionate marriage.
To her way of thinking, Brandon was too loyal for infidelity---something
Greta had little problem with over the past few years.  Although he was
still extremely good looking, Brandon was far too business minded to care
about pleasures of the flesh---or so Greta thought . . . . .