Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2008 18:10:15 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: POOR L'IL JOEY'S GLORY HOLE MISADVENTURE

To recap the story thus far, nineteen-year-old Joey Giagianno discovered
his idolized older brother, Ray, banging the hell out of his much-older
buddy in the classic Mustang parked in the family garage.  Finding himself
curiously aroused by man sex, and deciding what was good for his brother
was good for him, Joey wasted little time getting some of muscle daddy Jon
while his brother's family was away on vacation.  In order to tap Joey's
virgin wrestler ass, Jon fed the naive young man some half-truths about his
older brother, leading Joey to believe straight Ray was more sexually
adventurous than was actually true.  Instantly, a power bottom was born.
At the time, no one knew poor Joey was sexually frustrated by his girl
friend, Tracy Kim, who refused to indulge in casual sex.  Joey, all muscle
and little brain, bought into Jon's alluring stories of male fuck buddies
and was soon building a well-hung group of his own.

Nearly two years, and many fucks later, Joey actually believed he remained
completely hetero.  Buddy sex, in his feeble mind, was up there on par with
any other male contact sport he'd ever indulged in.  Ultimately, he and
Tracy were married, but not before the mother of all bachelor's parties.
Sly Jon arranged the event to be held at Bud's Hut, a titty bar on the
outskirts of town.  Man-about-town Jon already knew of the secret glory
hole on the premises, but when Joey found out the evening's entertainment
really began.  Sly Jon arranged for bad news Javier Santiago, the
much-disliked boy friend of Joey's sister, to occupy one side of the
partition while Joey went to town on his long uncut meat.  Unaware of the
true owner of the beautiful piece of beef, Joey was practically rabid with
lust and gave his dreaded enemy stellar head.  And Javier, also oblivious
to the identity of the cock sucker, reveled in the best blow job he'd ever
received.

It wasn't until a few years later, in 2002, when Javier uncovered the
truth.  He was leaving the men's room in Bud's Hut when he observed a
partially clad Joey leaving the manager's office with the key to the club's
back room---the room where the cock sucker worked his magic.  Javier
instantly knew Joey was the mouth that had taken him to a new high the
evening of the bachelor's party and planned to exact his revenge upon at
least one member of the Giagianno family for the shabby way they treated
him.  Javier began a nightly watch of Bud's Hut, ready to pounce the moment
cock sucker Joey made an appearance.  Joey, now 22 and wed for just under
two years, still suffered a sexless marriage.  Unbeknownst to him, Tracy's
interests ran strictly to her best girl friend, lesbian Samantha.

This is a work of erotic fiction which contains graphic sexual depictions
and is meant to be viewed by an adult audience.

Copyright © JRoyale

July, 2008



Rick Parker didn't mind working the graveyard shift.  In fact, he much
preferred the eleven-to-seven.  They say at night all the creatures come
out, and Rick was a police officer who enjoyed the thrill of riding on the
edge of the wild side.  Not that much ever happened in this sleepy rural
town.  They only had a force of eight, and that included Chief Hastings,
his father-in-law.  If it hadn't been for Hastings, Ricky would probably
have been suspended from the force long ago for his unethical, not entirely
by the book, methods.  The Chief would be retiring before the end of this
year, moving out to Nevada, and thirty-four year old Ricky knew he'd have
to be more careful so as not to piss off the new Sheriff in town.  But, for
now, they remained in a status quo and he had little to worry about.

He was parked off the main highway which ran though the town in a spot
where he knew no one could easily observe him.  He often used this
particular location to nab speeding motorists.  But tonight Rick wasn't all
that interested in making an arrest.  Instead, his masculine body was sunk
low in the seat while he groped the mound in the front of his standard
issue uniform pants and thought about Krista Halliwell.

Krista, who worked as a real estate agent, was an attractive red head in
her early thirties, only a few years younger than Officer Parker.  She was
married to Dean Halliwell, ten years Krista's senior, who owned and managed
the local supermarket.  Rick knew Dean well.  He was often called in when a
shoplifter had been apprehended at the store.  Overweight and balding, Dean
hardly appeared matched with the shapely, voluptuous Krista.  Same as Rick,
they had one daughter who was a year younger than Sheri Parker.  Cute
little thing, too, Rick thought.  Probably would grow up to be a knock out
like her mom.

Less than an hour ago, shortly after he began his shift, Krista was in the
police cruiser down between Rick's thighs giving him some pretty decent
head.  Rick enjoyed tangling his fingers in that thick mane of flaming wavy
hair as the married woman made wet love to his cop cock.  Next to husband
Dean, handsome Rick Parker was a fuck fantasy come true for a woman like
Krista.  He was ruggedly masculine, totally virile and Krista just
practically creamed her panties whenever she saw him on the street sporting
that dark, thick mustache.  She knew only too well how that mustache felt
tickling her pussy lips when Officer Rick ate her out.

Rick chuckled in the interior of the heated police cruiser while he
manhandled his basket and relived the evening's earlier events.  While Dean
counted the day's receipts in the supermarket office his wife had been
hoisted up from the floor of the cop car and straddled across Officer
Rick's lap, his nine inch cock easily slipping into her warm, wet vagina.
With her back up against the steering wheel, Krista bounced on Rick's prick
like she was riding a pogo stick.  He'd violently torn open her blouse and
freed those big, voluptuous breasts from her bra.  His hands groped and
kneaded the succulent flesh, teasing the erect nipples and eliciting wanton
sighs from the oversexed wife.  Krista came in no time, her entire body
shuddering as orgasm overcame her.  And Rick soon followed suit.

Krista was always good for him, but then so were a bevy of other lonely
housewives in this bedroom town.  Off. Rick Parker was never at a loss for
pussy.  Didn't matter that he had a wife at home.  The fizz had gone out of
their marriage a long while ago.  And the uniform he wore gave him a
distinct advantage.  It seemed to Rick that women loved living out a
uniform fantasy.

Realizing he was hard again, Rick fished his thick root out of his pants
and worked it in the palm of his hand.  His mind drifted off to a few
nights ago and the muscle stud he'd scored.  The guy was a lot older than
him, but built like a brick shit house.  Rick knew, with his macho good
looks, he was a magnet for guys into other guys.  He wasn't crazy about the
obviously gay ones, the ones who had fruitcake written all over them,
although he had yet to turn down a blow job by one.  But, for some curious
reason, it turned Rick the hell on when a tough, virile guy like himself
was feasting on his hog.  This guy, this Kingston, fit the bill.  And he
was one hell of a hot fuck.  Even out there in the freezing weather with
the snow falling down on his naked flesh, Kingston failed to miss a fuck
beat.  Rick tore up his ass hole and yet, when he was finished, he could
have sworn the dude would have gone for more.

Rick cruised that route into town on a regular basis now, his eyes peeled
for a red sport car.  He was anxious for a rematch.  And there was more.
He'd first seen Kingston at an outdoor barbeque in town, although he knew
nothing of the man's sexual interests.  Kingston was buddies with the host,
Ray Giagianno.  Giagianno's teen aged son, RJ, was a local sports star and
friend of Rick's daughter, Sheri.  The relationship between Kingston and
Giagianno intrigued the officer.  Giagianno was all man, just like Rick.
And he was a good looking son of a bitch, too.  If he and Kingston were
friends, Rick wondered just how deep their involvement went.  Ray Giagianno
looked like the type of guy Rick Parker could have a real fuck fest with.
Maybe, even better, a hot three way including Kingston!

Parker's balls were starting to boil as he envisioned the scenario.  He
could practically feel the heat of Giagianno's hairy ass hole when he
spread Ray's muscular thighs and lined his leaking prick up with the hunk's
wrinkled pucker.  To drive his meat up into a man like that would be the
ultimate sexual conquest for the horny police officer.

It happened so fast he hardly realized it.  A vehicle in the roadway went
into a complete spin not once, but twice, then three times and literally
whipped off the road slamming into a tree practically in front of where the
cruiser was parked.

"Holy fuckin' shit!" Parker muttered as he tried to tuck his cock back into
his pants and reached for his radio.  Quickly calling in the accident and
reaching for his flashlight he exited the car and made his way to the
smoking vehicle.  There were two occupants, one thrown completely through
the windshield and laying in a broken mass on the embankment.  The other
was still strapped into the car, but lying there like a discarded rag doll.
A quick examination revealed they were both dead.

Shaking his head, Parker surmised they had struck an ice patch.  He'd
encountered a few himself on his evening rounds.  Nothing else could have
made them go into such a deadly spin.  Casting his flash light along the
gnarled mass of the broken car he made a sweep of the general area.
Reaching the rear of the vehicle, he wasn't at all surprised to see the
trunk blown open.  As his light pierced the darkness of the trunk, Officer
Parker's thick dark brow furrowed.  Leaning in closer he examined the
contents and, with a smirk, gave out a low whistle.

"Well, well, well.  What have we here, boys?"  Inside the trunk were
several clear bags filled with a powdery substance.  And it didn't take
much for Parker to figure out just what that substance was.  Drug runners,
that's what they were.  How unfortunate for them they'd done battle with
the elements.  And lost.  But there was no reason for Rick not to take
advantage of the situation.

Hurriedly, before back-up arrived, Parker hoisted three of the bags from
the back of the car and transferred them to the trunk of his cruiser.  He
figured there had to be several thousands of dollars worth of dope in those
bags, not to mention the ones he'd left behind.  No reason for it all to be
confiscated by the state police.

A siren off in the distance alerted him to the arrival of assistance.  With
another smile, Parker slammed the trunk of his cruiser closed, readjusted
his thick cock and waited for back-up to arrive.



Sarah Christiansen was a young lady naturally drawn to trouble.  If she
didn't find it, it found her.  Her mother would say she was rebellious even
in diapers, and things hadn't changed much over the course of the next
twenty-one years.  Ma Christiansen always blamed herself for having hooked
up with a no-good husband who deserted her less than a year after baby
Sarah was born, forcing her to resort to welfare to keep her and the baby
girl sheltered and fed.  Young Sarah grew up in the projects of Newark,
N.J., a tough crime-ridden neighborhood, but Sarah quickly proved capable
of fending for herself.  At six years of age she'd already won her first
fist fight, giving seven year old black Cleon Davies an even blacker eye.
It was the first of many visits Ma Christiansen made to the public grade
school.

To her mother's chagrin, Sarah wasn't particularly interested in studies.
Not that she was any shining example; Bernice Christiansen had dropped out
of school in her junior year, something she'd always regretted.  She now
knew how important an education was in finding a decent paying job.  The
little she made working check out at the local market certainly didn't add
up to much.  Sarah couldn't care less about solving word problems and
spelling bees.  Instead, she entertained daydreams of growing up to be a
famous movie star like Demi Moore or Meryl Streep.

As she matured Sarah most definitely had the looks to grace the cover of
movie magazines.  She was experimenting with make up by the time she was
eleven.  At twelve she took the cherry of Donald Newton, a boy some three
years older (although Donald would later claim it was he who broke her in.)
Boys found her pretty and tough, unlike most of the other girls, and Sarah
had her share of admirers.  Instead of hanging out with the nice boys who
might one day take her to a better place in life, Sarah gravitated toward
the rough ones.  She easily proved she could hold her own in their
cigarette smoking, hoodlum company.

No one ever knew about that time, shortly after her fifteenth birthday,
when she participated in knocking off a convenience store and made off with
a disappointingly small amount of cash, none of which she ever saw. A year
later she wound up getting knocked up by Dwayne Jones, a boy from a poor
black family in the projects.  Bernice was hearing nothing of a welfare
baby, let alone a black welfare baby, in her home.  She managed to scrape
enough money together to arrange a back room, illegal abortion for her
daughter.

Somehow Sarah managed to graduate high school, albeit with substandard
grades.  She bounced around the next few years taking the odd job here and
there, never lasting for long.  Pilfering from the cash registers and
loading merchandise into her purse wasn't looked upon too kindly by
management.  Although she appeared unfazed, Sarah was lucky not to have
been arrested for some of her on-the-job antics.

Between jobs, shortly before her nineteenth birthday, the flashing neon
sign of a strip joint recently opened only several blocks from her home
along the highway caught Sarah's eye.  She liked to listen to music, was a
pretty decent dancer and certainly had the looks to catch a man's eye.  It
might have had something to do with the fact that the club was short
dancers that day, but Sarah was hired on the spot.  She strutted, she
shimmied, she shook and the men raised dollar bills to garner her
attention.  She flirted, she exuded sexuality, she gave the promise of
something more and the money continued to flow.  Soon Sarah was considered
the main draw and was working seven nights out of the week, raking in more
money than she'd seen in her young life.

Considering the intake of strippers in better clubs in other boroughs she
really wasn't taking in that much, a fact Sarah figured out after a time.
But she'd managed to save up enough to buy a used Toyota for six hundred
bucks.  The fucker had 130,000 miles registered on its odometer, but it
drove like a charm.  And it allowed her to expand her horizons and explore
her vocation in other locales.  She worked a variety of clubs up and down
the highway within a twenty mile radius and was well received by the
clientele.

Sarah still lived with her mother, who asked no questions of the cash her
daughter often times laid in her lap.  Sarah may have been a tough ass, but
she never forgot the mother who'd gone through hard times to keep the both
of them together.  She was a hard-edged stripper with a heart.

She was doing a one-nighter at an unfamiliar bar holding an advertised
forty girl marathon when she met Mandy.  The two hit it off right away.
Mandy, cute as the rest of the girls, was a gum-smacking talker with more
than ample endowments.  She absolutely gushed about the club she regularly
worked and suggested Sarah come down some night to check it out.  The girls
traded numbers, although Sarah doubted she'd ever hear from her again.  To
her surprise, Mandy called less than a week later.  The darker haired girl
had told her boss about Sarah and he expressed interest in giving her a
shot on his stage.  Since she had an apartment nearby, Mandy suggested
Sarah pack a bag and stay over night.

Sarah had a good feeling in her gut about this venture and accepted.  She
felt comfortable in Bud's Hut the moment she walked through the threshold.
Although Bud proved to be a rough biker type instantly taken with the
tough-talking bottle blond, Sarah felt confident she could keep him in
line.  She'd handled a lot tougher in her day.  The clientele proved to be
of a higher echelon than the clip joints Sarah usually worked and, on her
first night, she took home more cash than she'd ever earned before.  The
men were mostly blue-collar working class types, with a few suits thrown in
here and there.  And there were quite a few good lookers in the bunch.
Sarah figured she'd have more chance getting "discovered" in this place
than she'd ever have in downtown Newark and settled in for a long stay.

She noticed him the first night he sauntered into the club with his hood
swagger.  Sarah pegged him right away as a man who was a hard ass, much
like herself.  Probably had a criminal record, too.  Just the kind of man
Sarah unfortunately couldn't seem to keep away from.  He was Latino, that
much was for sure.  And Sarah definitely had an attraction to men of
ethnicity.  This one was a good looking Hispanic with a shaved head and a
perfectly shaped, precision cut line of facial hair trailing down the sides
of his thin, classically angular face and along his jaw line to connect at
the sharp cleft of his chin and then travel upward directly under his
thick, jutting lower lip.  His eyes were dark and shifty, giving off an
intense sexy glare.  His smile was more like a smug sneer; Sarah half
expected his white teeth to suddenly morph into sharp fangs while, like
some evil werewolf from her childhood fears, he leapt onto the stage and
tore out her throat.  He dressed like a true street thug, in loose-fitting
baggy jeans and oversized shirts, but Sarah could tell there was a street
fighter's body lurking beneath.  He wore a great deal of jewelry, all
silver, from the hoops in his ear lobes to the multiple blings dangling
from his neck and the rings adorning every one of his naturally tan
fingers.  Sarah's pussy positively dripped when he got close enough that
she could notice the scar running across one angular cheek, attesting to
his trouble-maker image.

That first night she danced only for him.  Try as she might, it was often
times difficult to keep his attention.  He would watch her for awhile, his
dark eyes slowly traveling up and down her body, and then glance away as
though searching for someone.  Sarah figured he might be meeting a buddy,
but no one ever came.  It was like that every time he came into the club.
Sometimes he would vacate the table he often occupied away from the stage
and take a stool along the runway, paying at least a little attention to
the girls.  Sarah gyrated her attributes right in his face and was rewarded
with a few dollars tucked in her tiny thong.  Up close and personal, with
his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow, Sarah got a look at the major tattoo
etched on his thick right forearm.  It provided an opening.

On their breaks the dancing girls often wandered out onto the floor and
socialized with the clientele.  Such activity was heartily encouraged by
management.  There were several anxious to spend a little time with her,
but a determined Sarah made her way to the table semi-concealed in the dark
shadows and introduced herself to the rough hewn Hispanic dude.  He bought
her a drink and Sarah showed him, up close, the small rose tattoo on her
ankle and the larger "tramp stamp" on her lower back.  The Puerto Rican,
Javier he was called, lifted his shirt and proudly displayed to her the
multitude of tattoos adorning his trim, impressive body.  Sarah had a hard
time keeping her hand from dipping between her legs---or his.  The guy was
hot as a fire cracker on the Fourth of July and Sarah just knew he'd
provide one wild ride!

She got her chance a couple nights later in the back seat of his ragged car
out in the parking lot.  The cheap fuck couldn't even put up for a motel
room, but Sarah wasn't complaining.  First they smoked a joint.  Then they
went at each other like alley cats, him fucking her with the hugest piece
of meat she'd ever had up her puss while she clawed his ass cheeks and bit
into his neck, meeting him thrust for thrust.  Their fucking was fast,
furious and highly satisfying for both.  Days afterward, Sarah's pussy was
still aching from the major pounding it had taken.

She began anticipating the tattooed, taut-bodied trouble maker's arrival at
the club and was disappointed on the nights of his absence.  They fucked a
few more times, always a heated quickie in the rear of his jalopy, before
Javier's disinterest became apparent.  The hood rat had gotten what he
wanted from her, a hot piece of ass, and was now discarding her.  It wasn't
as if he was ever all that interested anyway, Sarah realized.  There was
always something distant, something reserved, about the street thug.  As if
he were up to something secretive, something he refused to let her in on.
His shifty eyes were always searching the darkened interior of the club,
even when casually socializing with the regular clientele.  Sarah resolved
she was better off without him and set her sights on a handsome,
middle-aged businessman who'd become a semi regular.  The sex wouldn't be
half as exhilarating, but there was more potential in a career-oriented
gentleman than she'd ever find with a two legged cock roach.

To Javier Santiago, all the girls who cavorted up there on the stage were
nothing more than glorified street whores.  His own sister had been one
until she'd succumbed to a lethal injection of heroin.  Which was why
Javier stayed away from the hard stuff.  Weed did a fine job of taking him
where he wanted to go.  It's all he did; it's all he dealt.

On this night Javier wasn't occupying his usual small table in the shadowy
back corner of the smoky club.  Upon his arrival he had surveyed the room
with a quick sweep of his narrow eyes and spotted the cable television guy
who'd befriended him several weeks ago.  The Anglo was late thirties,
recently divorced and readily parted with his week's wages into the lace
g-string of whatever dancer was center stage.  The guy also had a taste for
the demon marijuana---had been smoking it since he was seventeen, or so he
said.  Javier countered that he first lit up when he was twelve.  Javier
had done at lot of things sooner than other guys his age.

Javier took the stool next to his bar buddy and scoured the room once
again.  The dude had unintentionally chosen well.  They were on the
opposite side of the dancer's runway which nearly bisected the room.  The
guy had taken a somewhat inconspicuous place about three quarters of the
way in from the end of the long tongue outlined with constantly changing
track lighting.  It gave him, he said, a more intimate moment with the
dancer when she came to collect her bills rather than being in the center
of things.  Javier could hardly argue.  His mission required him to be
somewhat incognito, yet still have an unobstructed view of the entrance.
Just to the right of the steel pole running from ceiling to stage, which
every dancer expertly used, he could see all the comings and goings.

It also provided an easy place for their exchange.  Javier casually removed
the rolled plastic baggie containing an eighth ounce of weed from his jeans
pocket and low handed it to the cable guy who, in turn, slipped a roll of
bills into Javier's palm.  Tucking the wad into his pocket, Javier smiled
cockily and accepted the offer of a beer from his bar buddy.  All his life
they tried to act superior to him, the whites.  But when it came right down
to it, they were all the same.  Only difference with Javier is that he
didn't try to pretend to be something he wasn't.

He was a bad ass Puerto Rican from the city, a member of more than one
street gang who regularly terrorized the neighborhoods in his troubled
youth.  Arrested on multiple charges, he spent days in lock up until his
people came to bail his ass out.  He didn't mind his incarcerations; he
learned a lot from the dudes he met there.  His low life father regularly
beat the fuck out of him every time he strolled home from another arrest
until the day Javier railed back at his old man.  For all he knew he'd
killed the fuck.  He left the sonofabitch there in the kitchen in a bloody
heap and never went back.  That's when he and one of his homies wisely got
out of New York, boarding a bus with a one way ticket to neighboring Jersey
and the job waiting for them there.  Javier didn't last long on the job; he
wasn't the working class type.  There were other ways to make money than
punching a clock from nine to fucking five.

Dealing smoke kept a roof, such as it was, over his head.  Occasionally
he'd take on an odd job here and there, pilfer what he could from the place
without getting caught, and then move on.  He shared a ramshackle apartment
in the low-rent district of town with Raphael, a crazy Dominican he'd
hooked up with when making a somewhat lucrative drug drop.  Some would say
he was lazy; Javier figured he was pretty smart.  He was a natural creature
of the night, therefore his lifestyle afforded him the opportunity to sleep
late as he wanted and be up 'til the wee hours of the morning and not have
to answer to anyone.  Hooking up with Sharyn was a real bonus.

She liked a bad ass and fell for him right away.  He was relaxing on a park
bench the day of their first encounter, languishing in the awesome efforts
of the particularly potent weed he'd just smoked, when she strolled past
with a girl friend.  He heard the giggling through his pot-induced haze and
decided to have a little fun with the girls.  He invited them over.  They
sat on either side of him.  Javier knew right away Sharyn had some Latin
blood in her, while the other girl was white as the driven damn snow.  The
white girl didn't interest him at all, although he allowed her to think she
did.  Javier enjoyed building the white girls up and then brutally letting
them down.  By the end of the afternoon he'd taken Sharyn back to his crib,
turned her on to some smoke and fucked her like a true romantic Latin
lover.  Sharyn moved in with him and Raphael three short days later.

Her family went ballistic when they found out.  The mother and father,
themselves divorced for a long time, threatened to disavow their daughter
if she didn't come to her senses and leave the "sleazy Puerto Rican
hoodlum".  Sharyn had pulled some stunts before but, for them, this latest
was over the top.  Javier was secretly amused by the way Sharyn stood her
ground against the sanctimonious Giagianno family.  Even the two brothers,
Ray and Joey, got into the act.  Two tough guys, or so they thought,
getting in his face and trying to intimidate him.  Javier merely responded
with one of his shit-eating, wise-ass grins which only served to piss them
off even more.  He almost wished one or the other of them would jump him
one night down by the railroad tracks, or out back of the local bar he
sometimes frequented.  He'd pull out his switch blade and show them how
he'd come by the scar on his face.

The family never accepted him, even after he knocked Sharyn up and gave
them all a new family member.  It surprised him they even acknowledged the
screaming bastard at all.  But this single act solidified him with Sharyn,
who somehow conned the system into granting her welfare and food stamps.
Even Javier was impressed that she'd managed to pull that one off.  He just
might have to seed her again and see what else they could get.  Between his
drug money and Sharyn's financial aid, he was sitting pretty.  He wasn't
crazy in love with her like she was with him.  But staying with her had its
perks---and she wasn't one of those bitches who clung to him.  Javier had
his space to do pretty much whatever in fuck he wanted to do.  And it
pleased the piss out of him to see the looks on the Giagianno's faces every
time he unashamedly showed up for family functions.  He always swore some
day, some how he'd even the playing field.

His vigil thus far fruitless, Javier joined his cable buddy outside for a
few hits from a fat joint before the dude headed out.  All the while his
eyes scanned the parking lot for any new arrivals.  Feeling nicely stoned,
he slapped paws with the other guy and headed back into the club.  The
multi-colored flashing lights and the near-deafening blare of some wild
trance tune were awesomely enhanced by his drug induced high.  Javier
strutted back to his bar stool, which remained unoccupied, feeling like he
could dance his way over instead.  Only after ordering himself another beer
did he realize that white girl, Sarah, was the latest attraction on stage.
He leaned against the back of the stool with a sneer etched across his
somewhat handsome face as she sashayed her way over to him and gave him a
show.  Sarah was really working it, reminding him of what he'd once had.
Javier knew he could have it all again, but he'd worked that pussy already.
Just like all the other white girls, he'd used it and tossed it aside.  But
right now, feeling damned good as he did, Javier envisioned himself ripping
off his threads, jumping up on stage and fucking her right there in front
of the entire establishment.

Suddenly realizing he'd sported a raging erection, Javier figured he'd be
magnanimous and reward Sarah for her efforts.  He dug into his pocket and
hauled out the cable guy's roll of drug money, peeled off a few bills and
held it out to her.  Sarah contorted her body sensually and squatted low in
front of him with her legs spread wide.  Javier could almost feel the heat
from her pussy right before him.  Leaning forward he slipped the bills
under the thin string, slung low on one shapely hip, and returned to his
relaxed position in the chair.  Sarah gave him a sassy look before moving
on to her next mark.

The evening grew later and soon Javier gave up hope of his target making an
appearance.  It was well past the hour he'd shown up last time.  He didn't
want to spend any more of his money on the over priced beers and, besides,
he already had one hell of a nice buzz going on as it was.  The weed had
been killer; the cable guy was probably awfully pleased with his purchase.
Waving off the topless waitress he got up out of his seat and, finding his
legs, decided to make a quick piss stop before heading home.  He'd smoke a
little more to keep the buzz going, then slip into the apartment and sack
out on the sofa so as not to wake Sharyn or the kid.  Sharyn didn't
normally give him any shit, but she was a bitch whenever he woke up the kid
after one of his nocturnal sojourns.

A sudden movement at the door caused Javier to hastily plop back down into
his seat.  A rush of primal adrenaline made his breath quicken; his senses
were suddenly alert.  Clad in a waist length parka and faded jeans Joey
Giagianno, the younger of Sharyn's brothers, stepped into the smoky club.
He tarried nary a moment before heading off to the hallway from which the
bath rooms and proprietor's office could be accessed.  An evil grin spread
across Javier's face.  His patience had finally been rewarded.  His luck
was about to change---and his girl's construction worker brother would pay
the price for all the wrongs done to Javier by the Giagianno family.

>From the corner of her eye Sarah noticed Javier rising from his seat and
figured he was calling it a night.  She'd hoped to get the weasel all hot
and bothered and then, when he suggested a trip out to his piece of shit
car, turn him down with a shit-eating smile etched across her painted face.
As she seductively wrapped her body around one silver pole Sarah took
notice of the hot guy who'd just entered the club.  Who wouldn't notice a
hunk of man-meat like that, she wondered.  She'd seen him there a few times
before and always found it curious that he never spent time in the club,
always disappearing down the back hallway.  Sarah figured he had some kind
of business with Bud.  What she wouldn't give to spend some time alone with
the handsome guy!

One look told any girl this hot stud was in a completely different league
that the likes of Javier.  Nor was he the complete opposite, a boring
three-piece suit flashing the endearing smile which may have worked in the
boardroom but rarely made the same transition into the bedroom.  This guy
had the look of your average Joe, a working class hunk who daily used his
hands to earn his pay check.  Sarah deduced he would be completely out of
his element pushing pencils.  He had the kind of face and body would make
any girl's pussy wet, just as he'd done Sarah in those few moments he'd
sailed through the club.  She figured he was from an old school Italian
heritage; he had that kind of dark look about him.  His hair was dark, too,
dark and thick and parted high on one side.  It was awhile since he'd had
it cut.  Last time she saw him at the club it was conservatively short, but
now it was just over the back of his shirt collar and hanging low over his
thick, sexy eyebrows.  He was sporting the day's growth of beard.  In fact,
when she stopped to consider, Sarah'd never seen him clean shaved.  Nor
would she want him to.  As she danced to the latest Kylie Minogue beat
blaring over the sound speakers, Sarah fantasized her hands entwined in the
blue collar buck's thick locks while his grizzly cheeks rubbed against her
creamy inner thighs as he tongued her clitoris and brought her to orgasm
again and again.



Joey Giagianno rapped his thick knuckles against the hard wood door of the
manager's office and turned the knob without waiting for a reply.  He'd
been here before, many times, and the door was almost never locked against
him.  He stepped into the office, hardly surprised at what he discovered
there.

Stretching across the width of the desk, usually cluttered but now swiped
clean, was a young woman, completely nude.  Like all the others in the
establishment, she had the kind of body could make a man go crazy.  Joey
started to instantly bone up drinking in her long limber thighs, her pretty
shaved pussy, her ultra-taut waistline and her large, inviting breasts.
And this one didn't have those fake knockers some of the girls sported,
which instantaneously turned Joey off.  Those babies were one hundred
percent the real thing!  He unconsciously swiped his tongue along his
puffy, full lips as he watched them bounce about on her chest.

She wasn't alone, this dancer he'd never seen before.  Seemed to Joey that
this was a new one, making her audition.  On one end, multi tattooed biker
Bud was feeding her his hard on while some other dude had her
stiletto-heeled feet over each shoulder while he piston-fucked his cock in
and out of her juicy pussy.

Bud was the proprietor of the place, a fifty-something ex-biker who looked
every bit the part of a hard-edged man of the road.  But, in fact, he was
an easy going kind of dude.  He'd given up running with the gangs to take
an out-of-the-way roadhouse and turn it into an enterprising gentleman's
club and was now, as always, enjoying the fruits of his labor.  Pot, pussy
and beer, in that order, were his extravagances.  As always, Joey could
easily detect the sweet smell of marijuana which helped to overpower the
other somewhat unpleasant odors of the office in bad need of some
housekeeping.  Last time he was there he, who never touched the stuff, had
gotten a contact high!

For an older dude who didn't seem to do much other than fuck, smoke and
drink, Bud somehow managed to maintain a solid physique.  He still had a
great deal of the musculature he had in his younger, wilder days, as well
as as the same long hair parted dead center, although now heavily streaked
with tones of gray.  His mustache and goatee remained untrimmed as always,
the bristly hairs of the 'stache hanging well over his upper lip and the
goatee beginning to look like a billy goat's tuft.  Bud had many tattoos
and piercings, the main one being directly through the head of his short,
but fat, cock.  Joey was secretly amused by the large, well-done etching of
a vagina splayed across the man's left pectoral with his swollen, pierced
nipple deliberately placed where the clitoris might have been.

The other man was a slightly younger version of the Bud man.  Joey figured
him to be forty, maybe forty-one or forty-two.  He was a tall sonofabitch,
probably six-one or two, who looked like he kept himself in shape.  Not
exactly what the ladies would call drop dead gorgeous, he was still a good
looking sort of dude, Joey imagined.  He had thick wavy hair, brushed back
high from his forehead which was wet and curled from fuck perspiration
around the nape of his neck.  The dude was just starting to go gray, most
of it evident at his temples.  On his face he sported a thick,
well-manicured handlebar mustache, although the rest of his neck and
jawline looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days.

He had a look about him that he could, at will, either be a mean
motherfucker or the kind of guy other guys would like to hang out with.
And his nicely muscled, manly body wasn't adorned with massive amounts of
ink.  He had a few tattoos, one large one which pretty much covered all of
one arm, one small one on his opposite bicep and something Joey couldn't
quite make out across the back of his shoulders.

This man's chest was liberally covered with dark hair which began at his
neckline and traveled down over his abdomen to grow even wealthier in the
crotch area, unlike Joey who had a smooth torso.  Although he tried not to
make his observation too obvious, on every outstroke---and from the
reactions of the girl---Joey was able to ascertain that the man was
obviously well hung. As one stud to another, Joey was duly impressed by
this stranger.

"Joey!" Bud greeted cheerfully, obviously high on his smoke, "Meet my buddy
Rafe.  We ran with the Pagans together back when we was your age."  Then,
as an aside, "Well, he was your age."

"I was eighteen, nineteen, Buddy," Rafe told the older man in a deep,
baritone voice before turning his steel-blue eyes on Joey and giving him a
quick once over.  "Your friend here looks a little older."  To Joey's
surprise he held out a big hand in greeting.  Hesitating only momentarily,
Joey stepped forward and grasped the other man's extended hand in a firm,
manly shake.  His big, brown eyes couldn't help but wander down to the
potential new dancer's bald beaver devouring the big man's wet cock.  Rafe,
likewise, took note of the protrusion in the front of Joey's jeans.

"Why don't you join us?" the tall man invited, fastening one hand on Joey's
bicep, silently impressed with the young man's musculature.  "We could flip
her over and you could take her ass hole."

Joey grinned nervously and shook his head.  "Nah, man, I can't do that."

"Joey's married," Bud sing-songed sarcastically while he took hold of the
girl by the sides of the face and started pumping his short, fat one more
rapidly in and out of her sucking mouth.

"I been married," the younger biker announced.  "And what they don't know,
they don't know.  Never let it stop me from getting some fine pussy.  And
this one here looks like she's got the job, don't she, Buddy?"

"Fuckin-A!"  Looking at Joey, Bud nodded toward Rafe.  "Rafe here's gonna
stick around these parts and be my assistant manager.  Too much for me to
handle on my own."

Joey smirked at this.  Bud didn't do much of anything at all except collect
the revenues.  "Good luck, dude," he offered, giving the man a good-natured
slap on the back.  Then, clearing his throat, "Um, Bud..."

"Huh?  Oh, yeah.  Key's where it always is," he replied with a nod of his
head to the plaque next to the door with several keys hanging from its
pegs.

"See you around, man," Joey said to Rafe before turning away, lifting the
desired key from its peg and making a hasty retreat from the office.

No sooner had the door been shut when Rafe, who hadn't missed a fuck beat
throughout the verbal exchange, looked across the girl's writhing body at
his old friend.  "That ain't the one you were telling me about, is it,
Buddy?"

Bud smiled widely.  "Same one."

Rafe whistled low.  "Well, I'll be fuckin' damned!"  He glanced over to the
door through which the young muscle hunk had just departed and, realizing
his cock had suddenly grown even more excited, began fucking pussy with a
renewed vengeance.



Joey shut the manager's office door behind him, heart thudding rapidly in
his muscular chest.  Licking his lips and wiping a hand across his moist
brow, he hardly knew if he could make his legs move from the spot.  It was
almost overwhelming to be that close to the action from which he was
deprived at home.  His frigid bride hadn't given him any sort of relief in
the nearly two years they'd been married, forcing the young stud to find
his release elsewhere.  Much as he might have liked to, the conscionable
buck just couldn't bring himself to cheat on Tracy.  Not with another girl,
anyway.  He certainly had ample opportunities; pussy was thrown at him all
the time.

Whenever he was tempted Joey thought of his idol, his older brother.  Ray
hadn't cheated on his wife in all the years they'd been married---and Joey
knew there were lots of ladies in the neighborhood would have easily let
his macho older brother take a ride in their saddle.  Long ago Joey
stumbled upon the realization that when Ray wasn't getting any at home he
was hanging out with another guy, a fuck buddy.  Joey figured they were
equals when it came to their insatiable sex drive.  Taking a cue from his
mentor, and prompted by his own brother's numero uno fuck buddy, Joey had
formulated a growing list of his own.  The poor dumb jock never realized
he'd been deceived by randy Jon Kingston into believing things about his
brother which, at the time, weren't entirely true.

How he would liked to have accepted the invitation of the two bikers and
sunk his poorly neglected meat up the new dancer's ass, in her juicy pussy
or down her wet throat!  Standing there eyeing this new guy Rafe hammering
his mighty weapon in and out of her love box, Joey could almost feel it
himself.  He knew his cock had to be leaking in his jockey shorts.  He
wanted some of that pussy, damn how he wanted it!  But he knew he shouldn't
and, therefore, he couldn't.  Instead he'd directed his attention to the
bigger man's pussy soaked weapon and instantaneously felt that familiar
itching somewhere up there in his ass hole.  Joey'd only agreed to that
first fuck a few years back because Jon assured him his big brother Ray
also took it up the ass on occasion.  Although momentarily skeptical, naïve
Joey fell for the bait and allowed Jon to break him.  From the moment Jon's
fat dick touched that trigger hidden up inside him, making Joey flap around
on his brother's bed like a fish out of water, he was hooked.  Nothing else
felt so fucking good, nothing else got him off like a hard, fat cock
plundering his insides.  Even his wife, if she wasn't dead below the waist
line, couldn't ever do that for him.

With a hearty sigh Joey directed his attention to the door at the end of
the poorly lit hallway.  He hefted the key in the palm of his hand and, on
impulse, flipped it up into the air.  Watching it roll over and over as it
began its weighty descent, he easily snatched it back up in his work
calloused paw with one quick over handed catch.  Finding his legs he
breached the short distance to the weathered door leading to the utility
room and slipped the key into the lock.  With nervous anticipation he
turned the knob and pushed the door inward, hearing the familiar groan of
the rusted hinges.  Slipping into the darkness of the room, he fumbled for
the light switch he knew was to the right and closed the door behind him,
careful to lock it against any unwanted intrusion.

He paused for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the poor lighting.  There
were few low wattage bulbs scattered about the area, dangling from exposed
cross beams, which gave the place an almost eerie atmosphere.  Steeling
himself, Joey made his own path through the haphazard boxes and other items
stored in this part of the building's utility room.  He heard the old
furnace long before he passed it by, doing its job on this cold late
winter's evening.  Tripping over a length of pipe, Joey cursed low and
caught himself before tumbling to the dirty cement floor.  As soon as he'd
cleared the water heater he came upon the spot.  Here an entire section of
wall had been removed to expose the sheet rock beneath.  Two and one half
feet up from the floor a circular hole of a five, perhaps six, inch
diameter had been cut out, providing access to the other side.  The crude
opening was cushioned all around with some sort of black vinyl.

Joey stepped forward, forbidden excitement causing an anticipatory tingling
sensation to pervade his hunky body.  Reaching out, he quickly removed the
piece of plywood blocking the hole and waited, his breathing momentarily
strangled.  When there was no movement from the other side he let out his
breath in a sigh of utter disappointment.  He needed to play with someone,
anyone.  He needed sex.

The utility room with all of its operating machinery, although not quite as
uncomfortable as in summer months, was warm as usual.  Joey quickly peeled
the winter parka from his frame and tossed it over the back of a spindle
legged chair.  Running a hand through his thick dark hair, he reached down
with the other and groped the erection burning out the crotch of his jeans.
He was so damned horny!  If he hadn't been horny when he walked into the
joint, seeing Bud and Rafe getting some hot action had certainly juiced him
up.

Thick, calloused fingers quickly worked the buttons along the front of his
heavy red and white flannel shirt.  Pulling the shirt tails out from his
jeans, the young buck practically ripped the garment from his body and
carelessly tossed it to the side.  In one deft motion he had grasped his
cotton undershirt by its hem and lifted it over his head, allowing it to
join the shirt haphazardly discarded on the dusty floor.  Stripped to the
waist he ran a hand over his prominent pectorals, squeezing those
half-dollar-sized meaty nipples between thumb and index finger.  Toying
with his man nips sent waves of awesome sensations throughout his hunky
body and made his cock swell even larger.  With his free hand, Joey reached
for the outline of the erection straining upwards along the left side of
his jeans.  His hips ground seductively as he grasped the desperate member
and stroked it over the coarse denim.  The ethnic stud's work-defined
physique was coated in a sheen of anticipatory perspiration as he blatantly
manhandled himself in the privacy of the dimly lit utility area.

Having made himself all horned up, Joey just had to have at his rigid cock.
Fumbling momentarily with the top button, he swiftly yanked down the zipper
and dragged the jeans to his knees.  Hooking thumbs under the waistband of
white cotton briefs, he hurriedly pulled them down and released his
beautiful big boy.  Seven inches of fat fuck meat sprang out from the thick
nest of dark pubic hair surrounding it and bobbed heavily before Joey
wrapped his fist around it and gave it a few needy strokes.  Joey's
already-hefty member swelled at mid shift to nearly the same diameter as
his wrist, a genuine ass splitter.  If that weren't enough, the jaw
stretching helmet capping the manly beaut was the same size as the midriff,
its fleshy lips now gaping open and leaking pent-up man goo.  Joey's toes
curled in his boots as he swirled a fingertip over his gargantuan cock
head, smearing the clear juice all over it.  A sexy growl emitted from the
depths of his throat as he brought the same finger to his puffy lips and
tasted his heady nectar.  His tongue went to work lapping up every trace of
the sweet semen before going down for more.

The blood engorged cock dug into Joey's flat gut as he bent at the waist to
untie those heavy work boots and kick them off.  In short order jeans and
briefs joined the pile of clothing, leaving Joey standing there in nothing
more than calf-high thermal socks.  Muscles in his quads flared as Joey
spread his legs wider and squatted slightly.  Defined triceps ran up the
back of his arm as he reached behind himself to fondle the firm flesh of
his huge bubbled ass cakes.  His fingers found their way into the moistness
of his deep crack, through the healthy growth of hair lining its walls,
until he touched his rubbery butt hole.  Still stroking his cock, Joey
ground a thick middle finger into his hot hole as far as it would go.  One
finger became two, then three, as he ferociously fucked and masturbated
himself.  Mouth agape and panting heavily, Joey looked across at the open
hole in the wall and hoped someone, anyone, would fill it very soon.



Javier Santiago forced himself to sit there in the club and display some
patience.  He knew Joey would first have to obtain a key to the sex lair
from the proprietor, and he figured that wouldn't be an immediate thing.
There'd have to be some sort of conversation---and possibly more.  When
Javier had last seen Joey come out of that office he was nude to the waist,
leading the sneaky Puerto Rican to believe that Bud was getting a piece of
the muscular hunk.  If Bud was fucking around with Joey prior to Joey's
engagement in the glory hole, it might take some time.  Then again, the way
Joey came rushing in there looked like he was in a real hurry to get to his
secret spot.  Still, Javier felt it best to wait a while.  He tried to
concentrate on Sarah cavorting up there on stage, trying to tease
him---maybe make him want her again.  Javier no longer coveted Sarah; his
true quarry held greater value.

Several minutes ticked slowly by as Javier grew antsier with anticipation.
He realized he was rapping his multi-ringed fingers methodically on the
table top and forced himself to stop.  Finally, unable to handle it any
longer, he rose from the seat and casually sauntered through the crowd.
Sarah observed his hood swagger as he passed by and took note of the
self-satisfied smirk spread across his face.  Her brow furrowed with
curiosity as her eyes traced his journey to the hallway at the back of the
building.  Figuring the beer had finally gone through him and he needed to
take a piss, Sarah shrugged a shoulder and returned her attention to the
bevy of admirers raising bills and begging for her momentary company.

Casting one last look over his shoulder, Javier entered the hallway
illuminated only by one single low wattage bare bulb in the center of the
ceiling.  He moved over to the manager's office and, pressing an ear
against the door, grinned when he detected the unmistakable sounds of sex.
Somebody was getting it, that much was for sure, and it wasn't Joey.  The
sighs and cries he heard were definitely female.

Tarrying not a moment longer, Javier traveled the length of hall to the
door at the end which led to the utility room.  Placing his hand on the
knob, he was satisfied to find it securely locked.  He was certain the
stage was set.  Another evil grin spread across his face, deepening the
scar running across one angular cheek.  Turning from the utility room he
stopped short when he discovered he was no longer alone.  An old
white-haired man had wandered into the hallway.  Figuring the old fuck was
probably going to the john, Javier was disheartened to see him turn to the
closet on the opposite wall.  Rushing forward, Javier pushed against the
door, preventing the intruder's entrance.  Startled, the old man spun
around to face the sinister looking Puerto Rican.

"What's the meaning of this?" he managed.

"Not your turn, ole man," Javier announced, curling up one edge of his
upper lip in a snarl.

"B-But I was here first," the grandfather sputtered somewhat nervously, not
giving up his ground.

Javier grabbed a fistful of the man's shirt front menacingly.  "What's
waitin' back there is mine, ya hear, gramps?  Now get your old white ass on
out of here before you really piss me de fuck off."

"Well, I---I never!" the old man huffed.  "Bud will definitely here about
this!"

"Yeah, yeah, you g'on and talk smack all you want," Javier replied, giving
the man a little shove backward.  Realizing he was no match for the young
thug, the old man turned on his heel and dejectedly returned to the main
arena.

Javier grinned again, his white teeth sparkling with malevolence.
Directing his attention back to the door, Javier took a deep anticipatory
breath and turned the knob.  Stepping into the dark interior of the empty
closet he slid the bolt into place behind him and rested his eyes on the
source of light coming from the open hole in the wall directly across from
him.  He smiled more widely now, knowing the opening was blocked when no
cocksucker was attending the other side.  Shimmying out of his coat, he
hung it on a peg he knew to be on the right side of the closet.  Quickly he
bared his chest by pulling the front of his over sized t-shirt over his
head to rest across the back of his neck.  In short order jeans and
underwear were dropped down around his ankles and Javier stepped up to the
glory hole, ready to make his strike.

Joey was fisting his cock and roughly fingering his hole when he thought he
detected a sound coming from the other side of the opening in the wall.  He
held his breath and his ears perked up, listening intently for any telltale
sign.  There it was again, the unmistakable sound of shuffling feet!
Unhanding himself, Joey rushed forward expectantly, and dropped to his
knees.  His big, working man's hands were plastered against the wall to
either side of the opening as he watched with anticipation, his tongue
hanging part-way out of his mouth like a frisky lap dog.

Looking down at the glory hole, Javier could see the movement of shadows
and knew Joey had moved into place.  Instead of giving Joey what he wanted,
Javier deliberated tortured the cock slut by holding back.  He stood there
toying with the rings looped through his dark nipples and tugged at his
abundant foreskin, certain he was driving Joey crazy with anticipation.
When he'd hand enough of the game, when he was pretty sure Joey was about
to begin begging, Javier hefted his mighty dong in one hand and moved up
against the wall.

Joey's jock eyes widened measurably and his muscular bare body quivered
from head to beefy toe as the previously vacant opening was suddenly filled
with the long anticipated essence of another man.  He could hear, as well
as feel, the rapid thumping of his heart in his massive chest as life's
blood created a heavy pressure in his ears.  The dumb jock hardly realized
he'd stopped breathing, his lungs filled with that last intake of oxygen,
desperate now to be released.  A look of wonder was frozen on his handsome
face as, seemingly in a state of painful slow motion, inch upon inch of
male beef punched through the opening into his side of the room.

Javier was enjoying every fucking second of feeding his fuck meat through
that hole, certain slut Joey was whimpering like a pup while he watched.
Javier felt the warmth from the motor room wash over his flaccid tool and
knew he wouldn't be able to keep his impending hard on at bay much longer.
Grasping the hand holds to either side of him, he pressed his groin up
against the sheet rock wall and moved his hips from side to side,
effectively causing his long weapon to dance before the cock sucker's
wondering eyes.  Backing off slightly for a moment, Javier reached down to
heft his mighty ball sac and push it through to the other side so that all
his equipment was out there for his future brother-in-law's inspection.

A strangled sound came from Joey's throat as his lust crazed eyes took in
the impressive hog hanging there only mere inches from his face.  He'd
recognized it almost instantly as the fat, uncut piece of man meat he'd
enjoyed the very first time he learned of the glory hole in Bud's Hut on
the evening of his bachelor's party a few short years ago.  It was the same
one; it had to be!  No two men could be blessed with a pussy pounder like
this dude was offering through the pleasure hole.

The beast was dark-hued and heavy with exceptionally thick skin completely
concealing its head and creating a wrinkled pouch at the tip.  A thick
nasty network of veins traveled in haphazard vine-like fashion under the
surface of its sheath.  The man had a veritable wealth of ebony-shaped
coarse pubes covering his groin, spilling out of the top of the suck hole.
Soft the dude had about as much cock as Joey did hard!  He well remembered
the formidable beast unleashed when at full mast!

Joey managed to tear his eyes away from the swaying stalk to gaze longingly
at the huge hangers dangling beneath the beauty.  They were the color of
dark mocha, surprisingly not as hairy as the man's bush, but heavy and
quite obviously full of cream.  Each of those orbs had to be size of the
eggs he'd cracked this morning for breakfast!  Hungry again and unable to
control his desires any longer, Joey leaned in and ran his tongue along one
side of the silken sac and then the other.  The fat cock rested against his
cheek, bristly now with the day's growth of beard, as he burrowed in deeper
and began to really lathe the ball bag with saliva.  He chewed on the
tender meat, nipping at it with his teeth and lapping the musky folds of
flesh with the entire surface of his tongue.  Joey had to open wide to
wedge one nut entirely into his mouth where he playfully rolled it around
while sucking and chewing.

Javier couldn't help but grunt from the kick this action caused to his gut.
Joey'd obviously heard it and figured he appreciated it, because soon as he
unloaded one nut from his slut mouth he went to work on the other one.
Mother fucker was really heating up the juice in Jav's balls.  If he
allowed himself, he might soon forget that it was his baby's mother's
brother on the other side of the wall---the tough guy who, along with his
brother, always gave Javier a hard fucking time.  They treated him like he
was dirt of the earth---a human cock roach.  This was his opportunity to
get even.  The game was only just beginning.

Delighted that his long vigil had finally been rewarded, Javier had
forgotten that he was on his way to relieve his bladder of all the beer
he'd consumed when he saw Joey enter the noisy titty bar.  The action Joey
was giving to his nuts was already making his dick start to thicken and
rise.  Since he wasn't talented enough a guy to piss through a hard on, Jav
figured he'd better let flow now and be done with it.  An amused sneer
spread across his face at the thought of pissing on Joey.  In a way those
Giagianno brother's had been pissing on him for years; now was his turn.
He only hoped this action didn't freak fuckin' Joey out completely and send
him packing.  But the temptation---and urge---was just too great for him to
pass up.

Momentarily startled and confused by the warm trickle which suddenly hit
the back of his neck and flowed over his flared traps Joey, not exactly the
brightest graduate from his alma mater, quickly deduced that the guy was
taking a piss.  Sitting back on his haunches, he watched the rich yellowish
liquid steadily dribble from the leathery folds of foreskin at the end of
the heavy cock.  Reaching out one muscular arm, he used his work calloused
fingers to roll back the thick skin.  Soon as the fat, bulbous dick head
was unsheathed the piss flow came more heavily and splashed against Joey's
bared flesh.  Wonder filled his brown eyes as Joey puffed out his chest,
watching with awe as the hot piss hit him dead on.  It quickly traveled
between his deep pec cleavage, flowing rapidly downward until it hit his
cock stem.  There it continued on to either side of his thick appendage,
running between the juncture of his beefy legs and dripped off his bloated
ball bag.

Throwing back his head, Joey ran his hands over his muscle-ridden,
piss-drenched torso.  He felt as if he was taking a shower in warm man
piss.  The dude must have been holding his bladder for an awfully long
time, because the nectar just kept on coming.  Cupping his hands under his
nuts to collect some of the stuff, Joey used the other man's urine as lube
to beat his rapidly pulsing meat.  On impulse his bull's neck shot forward
and he covered the dark cock head between his puffy lips, effectively
capping the flow.  The warm, strangely tasting urine flooded his mouth
cavity.  Joey's "adam's apple" bobbed as he swallowed mouthful after
mouthful of the tangy offering until the man's bladder was spent.

"Fuck!" Javier muttered breathlessly.  Whereas his intention had been to
humiliate Joey, the fucker wound up loving his piss bath!  Javier never
expected the muscle jock to drink his piss, straight from the tap!  This
entire scene was becoming wilder and wilder by the moment.  Joey obviously
was much more of an adventurous cock sucker than Javier earlier suspected.
All this only served to make his plans for the unsuspecting construction
worker even more delicious.

Before this nameless, faceless dude first thrust his prick through that
glory hole a few short years ago, Joey had never seen an uncircumcised
penis before.  Now, unashamedly offered out there before his wondering
eyes, it thoroughly intrigued the good looking young man.  Using his hand
again, Joey worked the foreskin back over the cock head and gazed at it
appreciatively for a moment before moving in for another taste.  Tightening
his grip, he held the skin in place while his tongue searched between its
folds, aroused by the sensations it afforded him.  When the tip of his
tongue made contact with the buried head, Joey ran it along the deep slit
and was pleasantly rewarded with a sole dew drop, the last remnant of the
other man's piss.  He circled his tongue around the inside of the skin
before lightly sinking his teeth into it.  Javier groaned again when Joey
started chewing on his foreskin, feasting himself on the tasty flesh.

Javier's mighty muscle was on the rise.  The thug was far too turned on by
the knowledge that one of his greatest enemies was just on the other side
of that wall, unsuspectingly pigging out on his junk.  Joey was peeling his
big dark purple hued knob bare once again, working the skin down along his
rapidly inflating shaft.  Suddenly Javier was engulfed in the wet warmth of
Joey's mouth.  The married stud's lips nibbled under the ridge of his crown
as he sucked on the fat head like it was his favorite flavor of lollipop.
A delicious warmth washed over Javier's loins.  His cock was getting
heavier and heavier and he knew he'd be at full mast in a matter of
seconds.  Joey's sweaty hands were kneading his balls, occasionally pulling
on them almost to the point of pain, while he made wicked love to the
purple mushroom.  It was almost as fucking good as it had been the first
time, when he was completely unaware of the identity of his expert cock
sucker, almost.  This time, knowing Joey-fucking-Giagianno was on his knees
beyond that well, drenched in piss and feasting on fuck meat, was even
better.

Joey sat back a moment, stroking his own meat and licking his chops while
he took a moment to appraise the other dude's equipment.  It was one big,
mean looking cock---bigger than his, for certain.  The thing was thick and
heavy, bobbing there under its own formidable weight.  Thick, vine-like
veins coursing with blue blood haphazardly climbed up the mighty trunk.
Joey tried wrapping a hand around the one-eyed snake-on-steroids, knowing
his fingers would never meet, and stroked the brown and purple-hued
throbber.  The formidable cock meat rode heavy in the tightened grip of his
hand, the piss slit yawning widely open on each down stroke.  When a
droplet of goo suddenly appeared, Joey leaned in and swiped his tongue
across the head, enjoying one of his favorite flavors.

It felt great to be with someone.  There might have been a slab of sheet
rock separating them, but Joey felt sexually connected with the other man.
It was something he completely lacked at home.  Horny nearly all the time,
he desperately wanted to have sex, any kind of sex.  Sexual contact was
awesome!  Joey was a young man at his sexual peak, loaded with
testosterone, and if he couldn't get it at home he had no other choice than
to seek out fuck buddies.  He was mighty glad he'd reconnected tonight with
a former anonymous buddy.  The familiarity of it all made their sex that
much sweeter.

The hugeness of the prick forced Joey's jaws to spread wide when he finally
went down on it.  He lustily devoured as much as he could before it hit the
back of his throat, momentarily making him gag.  He sucked on it,
luxuriating in the manly flavors emanating from the tasty stalk and
titillating his taste buds.  While he sucked, Joey's tongue massaged the
thick cum tube running along the underside of the heavy beast.  He could
feel the blood throbbing in those bloated veins just beneath the thick
surface of the other man's proud organ.  It was alive, exciting and
dangerous at the same time!

Javier was dumbfounded to find his entire body trembling from the treatment
Joey Giagianno was giving his fat dick.  He found himself experiencing
uncontrollable spasms, especially when the muscle jock took to teasing that
bundle of nerves just under his thickly ridged cock head.  Joey's tongue
swirled around and over the meaty helmet and Javier knew damned well he was
leaking salty pre-cum into the horny cock sucker's mouth.  Joey appeared to
really like the stuff.  He was going to town on that beefy head, licking
and sucking for all he was worth.  Javier was forced to grab onto the hand
holds mounted on the wall to each side of him in order to maintain his
balance.  Fuckin' Joey was trying to suck the life out of him!

Joey was baritone moaning as he engulfed the thick prick with his wet,
hungry mouth.  His now-sweaty head leaned to the right as he went down on
it far as he possibly could, then came back up, only to quickly dive down
on it with a lean to the left, attacking the mighty beast from alternating
angles.  He was stuffing his face like a cock crazed madman, snorting from
flared nostrils and dripping perspiration.  The interior of the boiler room
had suddenly taken on the unmistakable scent of men in heat as muscle clad
Joey ravenously slurped away at the huge, veiny organ offered to him
through the glory hole.

Breathing heavily, practically panting, and sweating profusely in the
claustrophobic confines of the closet, Javier found himself almost
forgetting the true intent of his mission.  He hadn't sat in that titty bar
night after night, impatiently waiting for his prey, for his own sexual
gratification.  His ultimate goal was the complete degradation of
Mr. holier-than-thou Joey Giagianno.  It occurred to Javier that the stud,
as well as he himself, was enjoying this far too much.  Time to make things
a little less easy for him; time to make Joey really work for it.

Mouthfuls of saliva oozed from the corners of Joey's widely open mouth, but
he didn't care.  He was a man starved for sex and taking full advantage of
whatever was afforded him.  Right now this big, angry looking cock was his
savior.  He wanted more, knew he could take more if he tried.  Joey became
determined that somehow, some way, he was going to swallow that giant dong
all the way to the root.

But suddenly there wasn't as much cock in his mouth.  Each time he went
down it became less and less.  The guy on the other side was stepping back,
pulling away from him.  Joey's thick brows furrowed and he whimpered like a
hurt pup, scooting in closer to the wall, desperately sucking on the
remaining length.  Soon his whisker-shadowed face was flush up against the
wide circle of the glory hole and he was sucking on the rabidly-leaking
cock head.  But even that was being taken from him.  Joey hung on as long
he could, his mouth thrust through the hole onto the other side, his nose
bashed up against the padding around the top of the hole.  And then the
dick was gone!  Joey pounded clenched fists against the wall in
frustration.

On the other side, Javier chuckled silently and squatted in front of the
glory hole.  It was difficult to see in this near-darkness, but Javier
could make out Joey's mouth pressed through the hole and his tongue lolling
out, begging for another feeding.  The fucking guy really wanted it bad!
Joey-fucking-Giagianno, who shot him hard looks at the few family functions
he attended, who treated him like the lowest of the low, was now reduced to
this.  It gave Javier a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

Seeing Joey's tongue wriggling there in the open gave Javier a sudden
inspiration.  Rising from his awkward squat he turned his body around to
face the door and bent over with his ass thrust outward.  Snickering evilly
and looking over one shoulder, he positioned himself just right.  Then,
grasping both ass cheeks, he spread himself open and moved backward against
the hole.

Joey froze, startled for a moment when his tongue made contact with the
dude from the other side.  He was tasting flesh, sweaty, sticky and hairy.
It was riding up and down over his extended tongue.  Curiously Joey began
lapping at it, sampling something new from this stranger.  Javier spread
his butt cheeks wider and positioned his bung hole in direct proportion to
Joey's working mouth.  When the tip of Joey's tongue discovered the
wrinkled pucker, both men groaned huskily.  The wealth of dark hair on
Joey's legs excitedly stood on end when he realized he was eating out man
ass.  Without another moment's hesitation, Joey dove it and began giving
the tangy shit ditch all the attention it required.

Javier was loving every second of it!  The way they'd humiliated him, he'd
always said one day that fucking Giagianno family would kiss his Puerto
Rican ass.  And now here was one of them, the biggest offender of them all,
not only kissing but licking and sucking at his hairy ass.  Damn, but it
felt good!  He could feel Joey's wet tongue tip tickling around his bung
hole, every now and then taking a long swipe along the open trench.  Then
the tongue was probing right into his bull's eye, wriggling its way through
and finally popping into his tender hole.  Suddenly it felt like a guppy up
there, flopping all around inside his ass!  Joey had shoved his tongue deep
inside Javier's chute and was eating him from the inside out!

The masculine growl he heard from the other side served to entice Joey to
give this man the royal treatment.  He used everything his brother's fuck
buddy, Jon, and his own part-time fuck buddy, Petie, had ever taught him
about eating man ass.  Judging by the way this dude was reacting, he'd
learned the lesson well.  The stud was shoving his ass against the hole and
squirming around like a fish on a hook.  Joey figured he'd never had a
tongue up his ass before by the way he was reacting.  From his own
experience Joey knew it sure felt good; he could get off just by having his
ass eaten out.  Another thing he'd never been able to get Tracy Kim to
attempt.

The guy had pressed his ass so hard up against the wall that his hole and
part of his cheeks to either side were pressed clear through Joey's side,
giving him easier leverage.  Joey went to town, burying his face in the
nice-looking ass crack lined on both sides with dark, almost ebony, body
hair.  The guy resisted when Joey withdrew his tongue from the murky
depths, but seemed to like it enough when Joey washed his ass cleavage down
before diving back in.  Joey's tongue excavated the man's bowels as deeply
as possible, sending off vibrations through the grateful recipient's body,
while his lips nibbled around distended ass lips.  The guy's butt spasms
seemed to be driving him deeper and deeper into the man's ravaged pucker.
Joey pulled out again to take a quick breath, then latched his lips onto
the tasty man ass and went to work sucking noisily on the furry butt hole.

Javier was in heat like never before.  Fuck revenge, that would come later.
Right now he was enjoying hell out of what his arch enemy was doing with
him.  His big dick was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum while Joey boy
munched away on his hard, hairy ass.  Much as he loved what was going on
back there, Javier's dick needed servicing again.  Rising from his crouch,
the evil thug spun around and shoved his heavily oozing monster through the
opening and straight into Joey's awestruck mouth.

Joey sucked the throbbing shaft with rabid vigor, practically slamming his
face against the wall with the ferocity of his attack.  His mouth moved
backward and forward, around and under, with an utterly fierce
determination.  The prize had been returned to him and he didn't plan to
lose it again too soon.  He was almost gagging on the solidly engorged
prick, working himself to a feverish pitch.  Damp hair curled against his
sweaty forehead, rivulets of sweat dripping from the ends and traveling
along his shoulders and down over his heaving chest and massive back.
Joey's hairy armpits were ripe with man sweat; he could smell the funk
emanating from his sexed up young body.  His own cock was rock hard,
throbbing violently and looking as though it might erupt at any moment of
its own accord.

With cheeks bulging as he sucked on the massive shaft, Joey grabbed hold of
the other man's dangling ball sac in one hand.  He let his fist slide down
the sweaty bag quickly to be replaced with the other.  Soon he was milking
the nut sac one hand over the other, muscles in his forearms flexing and
bulging with each effort.

Joey had gone beyond the point of return.  He was in cock sucking pig's
heaven.  Even if the vice squad had broken into the room at this moment, he
would not have been able to stop.  He was a man possessed with sexual
pleasure and gratification.  There wasn't enough for him, he had to have
more.  Rising up from his screaming haunches a bit, Joey went down on the
cock from a different angle.  Slowly his lips closed over inch after inch
of vein-covered man meat, eating more and more of it until it once again
touched the back of his throat.  But this time Joey didn't stop.  Taking a
few deep breaths he allowed his throat to relax, the way Jon had taught
him, and miraculously began to swallow even more of the great length.

Javier stopped breathing when he felt his beast slowly being devoured by
the Giagianno buck.  He dared not move.  Slowly and steadily a wet warmth
enveloped the previously ignored portion of his rod until he felt Joey's
lips nestled in his hairy man root.  Grasping the hand holds again he
arched backwards and let out a loud, guttural moan.  All ten inches of his
prick were lodged down Joey's warm, velveteen throat.  Very few, if any,
had ever been able to accomplish that impressive feat.  He remained there,
very still, relishing the incredible sensations as Joey's throat seemed to
milk him from deep inside.  It was all he could do to not blow his load
right then and there.

Jerking his head from side to side, Joey gradually pulled off of the giant
hog.  Dripping wet with saliva, the gnarled veins all over it looked like
they were about to burst.  The whole thing was the angriest shade of purple
Joey had ever seen.  Taking a loving swipe at the head with his tongue, he
opened wide again and devoured it, faster this time.  Letting out a grunt
when he'd bottomed out, Joey sucked on the meat best as he could.  His
bull's neck was distended to comic proportions, his handsome face turning
its own angry shape of purple and the veins at his temples suddenly more
pronounced.  His nose firmly pressed into the other man's thick furry bush
only enhanced the highly intoxicating effect on Joey.

Javier began pumping his hips against the hole, fucking his fat one into
Joey's mouth and down his throat.  Joey's throat was like an open trench
for Javier to fuck.  Fairly soon he was putting some grit into it and
literally shoving every inch of his hard, drooling dick into Joey's
face. Joey seemed to be meeting him thrust for thrust.  The muscular stud
was gobbling him down with raunchy fervor and offering some resistance on
the withdrawal, making for an awesome face fuck.  Javier fucked hard with
deep, almost sadistic strokes.  But the more ferocious he delivered, the
more accommodating Joey proved to be.

They were both bathed in raunchy sweat and panting like runaway race
horses.  Javier was nearing his orgasm again, something Joey instinctively
picked up on.  Once the man got off, that would be it for him.  There was
little hope of the dude returning the favor if Joey were to shove his hard
on through that hole in the wall.  He needed to have some relief, too.  And
Joey knew the way for both of them to reach gratification simultaneously.

Suddenly Joey's hot mouth wasn't as available to Javier's raging face fuck.
Javier frowned, confused by the sudden turn of events.  His ball bag was on
rapid boil, almost ready to shoot scalding cum down the throat of his
bitch's hot shot brother.  And then he felt the tongue, wet and curling
around the head of his meaty monster.  He thrust his groin flush up against
the glory hole, but Joey remained intent on only polishing his knob.
Javier's lip curled up in an evil smile when he realized Joey was trying to
prolong their encounter.  The muscle-bound jock was so hot for his cock
that he wanted to suck on it for a while longer---which was all fine and
well with Javier.  The more Joey sweated him, the sweeter his revenge would
be.

Joey was on his knees working his tongue around the purple rim of the cock
head, occasionally swiping it over the fleshy dome to clear off the tasty
seepage.  The huge ten-incher arced up from the hole in the wall, its
network of thick veins grotesquely bulging and causing the entire shaft to
look more like a dangerous weapon than a tool of inexplicable pleasure.
While he kept it occupied Joey's big hands glided over his torso, wetting
his hands with abundant perspiration.  It was as if he had just stepped out
of a shower.  Sweat drained off him in abundance.  Joey brought his sweat
soaked hands around his buttocks and smeared it into the crack of his ass
before returning for more.  Without neglecting the other man's pulsating
cock, Joey wiped sweat from his arms, his thighs, even wrung out his
drenched hair and slicked up his already-wet ass trench.

Unable to control his carnal desire any longer, Joey came up from the floor
and spun around in one deft movement.  Bending at the waist, he took hold
of his honey dew melons and spread them wide.  Positioning himself just
right, Joey reached between the juncture of his football player's thighs
and, taking hold of the cock in the wall, guided it to his pulsing pucker.

Javier felt a swampy warmth wash over his sensitive cock head, quickly
followed by the sensation of moist flesh pressing against him.  The
streetwise Puerto Rican was momentarily startled when he realized that Joey
was attempting to spear his ass on the rigid slab of man meat.  This was
all too good to be true!  He already knew Joey was a cock sucker, but he'd
never stopped to consider the possibility that his girl friend's brother
also took it up the ass.  The revelation was more than Javier could have
ever hoped for.  Before now he'd thought he was going to simply drown Joey
in his raunchy Puerto Rican seed, forcing him to swallow every last drop.
But the thought of breeding the cock sucker's ass was absolutely rich!

Holding his cavernous ass crack wide open, Joey pushed against the heavily
leaking column of flesh and uttered a macho grunt when it finally broke
through his tight ass ring.  Clenching his teeth, he shifted his hips from
side to side as he feverishly screwed the huge man tool into his
sweat-primed asshole. Sexually deprived Joey eagerly welcomed each precious
inch of the hefty rod as he pushed it deeper and deeper into his gut.  He
didn't stop until his muscular cakes were flat against the wall and the big
cock was completely buried up his ass.  He remained that way, hands now
rested on his knees as he savored the sensation of being so deliciously
cock stuffed.  Joey could feel the big thing pulsing inside him, beating
against the walls of his ravaged ass.  His eyes rolled upward in euphoria
as he licked his thick lips and reveled in the glories of engaging in
wanton sex.

Javier quickly took over the driver's seat.  Pulling his massive dick out
of the man pussy pressed so tightly up against the wall, he hesitated for a
brief moment before savagely slamming it back in.  His fat prong crashed up
into Joey, causing a heartfelt kick to the lusty bottom's gut.  Javier
ground his meat into Joey's rectum, twisting and driving it through the
sloppy folds of his hungry ass hole and making the married man whimper with
uncontrolled ecstasy.

The wicked Puerto Rican pumped his hips back and forth against the wall,
throwing his groin into Joey's receptive asshole.  Each thrust was hard and
forceful.  Joey took it like a man, grunting with intense pleasure every
time the pistoning cock touched that special something up inside him which
nearly drove the young man crazy.  The fucker was drilling his butt hard,
plugging his hairy hole with that handsome piece of manroot and grinding
him fast and strong.  It was all he could do to keep his balance, the force
of the rabid fuck was practically bringing him to his toes.  Yet Joey
fought to keep his butt flush with the wall, not wanting to miss one inch
of that battering ram ripping into his yawning ass hole.

Joey-boy had one hot ass on him, Javier thought to himself as he thrust his
meat in and out of the steamy man hole.  He didn't know how often Joey'd
gotten fucked, but the guy had one hell of a tight fuck chute.  Javier had
fucked himself some ass before, mostly by force, but this one put the rest
to shame.  Maybe it was just the knowledge that it was his nemesis he was
fucking into oblivion, but Javier was relishing every moment of this torrid
fuck.  It seemed as though Joey's scalding guts were clinging to his fuck
pole like some kind of second skin, milking him from deep within.  Joey's
ass was alive and fucking him every bit as much as it was being fucked.
Throwing back his perspiration soaked head, Javier clung tighter to the
handholds beside him and pounded his cock into the Giagianno hunk with all
the strength he could muster.

Joey's powerful arms and leg muscles bulged as the giant cock was
repeatedly shoved into his fuck hole.  His lush dark hair hung down,
dancing back and forth across his brow and dripping beads of perspiration
onto the floor beneath him. Every one of his thick veins stood out in bold
relief on his masculine physique as he took the hard fuck, grunting like a
sexed up pig and savoring each gut-wrenching thrust.  It felt so damned
good to be getting fucked again.  Joey couldn't even remember the last
time, couldn't even remember who it had been.  All he knew was that he
needed this, needed it all the fucking time.  And this dude, this anonymous
stud whose cock was plunging in and out of his hungry hole, was giving him
exactly what he craved.

The fucker is really mad for my cock, Javier thought with self-satisfaction
as he continued to pile drive his girl's brother's hairy ass.  From the
sounds he could detect from the other side, Javier was certain Joey loved
being fucked And a good thing, too, because after this night Joey was going
to be getting fucked a lot.  If the muscle jock wanted cock, Javier was
going to see that he got it.  Lots of it.  Joey would become his personal
bitch---and there wasn't a fucking thing the guy could do about it.  Sure,
he'd protest at first.  But Javier was holding all the cards.  He literally
had Joey by the balls, and he knew it.  He'd known it from the first time
he realized Joey was the mouth behind the wall.  It was why he'd waited all
these long nights for this very moment.  His revenge would be sweet, even
sweeter now that Javier realized he was enjoying hell out of fucking Joey's
jock ass.  In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd relished a fuck
quite so much.

Joey's engorged dong was stiff as marble, the veins bulging to the surface
and turning the thing an angry shade.  Although he hardly realized it, his
ball sac had drawn up between his legs, signaling an oncoming orgasm.
Joey's entire being was focused on the uncut piece of man meat rearranging
his guts and battering the electrifying trigger deep in his rectum.  He was
breathing heavily, beating his fists against his legs and muttering all
sorts of obscenities.  And then he blew.  His eyes shot wide open and his
mouth gaped with wonder as his plum-sized head erupted in an orgasmic
explosion.  Scads of white hot cum vaulted from the thick slit, the first
few shooting far abreast of him and splattering on the dirty floor.  Joey's
entire body heaved uncontrollably as the big cock continued to slam against
his prostate, sending a series of mind blowing stimulants to every nerve
ending on his sweat-drenched body.  He was cumming, he was actually
cumming!  It felt so much better than those many lonely solo sessions,
beating himself off to a less-than-satisfying orgasm.  This guy was
bringing him off like a champion.  Which was, after all, what fuck buddies
were for.

Javier rode through Joey's orgasm, feeling every tremor of the other man's
body through his own prick.  And then it became too much for him.  With a
loud bellow he sunk his fuck meat deep up in Joey's guts and let fly.
Orgasm after orgasm washed over him, his thick spunk filling the Giagianno
fuck's ass.  He had to cling to the hand holds tightly, the force of his
orgasm was so strong!  Even as it began to subside, he continued to fuck
his rod around in his own discharge, secretly pleased that he had bred Joey
Giagianno.  After a few minutes his erection was still as proud as it had
ever been.  He plunged it in and out of the wrecked hole, more slowly and
sensually now, feeling every ripple in Joey's fuck trench and enjoying the
audible grunt from the other man each time he bottomed out.  Gradually, as
he regained composure, the thrusts built in intensity.  Joey rose to the
occasion, slamming his ass against the wall with each penetration and
pulling away at the withdrawal.  Before long they were going at it again,
two insatiable men fucking each other like wild beasts in the secret place
at Bud's Hut.

Both were exhausted by the time they'd reached their second release.
Collapsing to the floor on his knees, completely spent, Joey extended a
muscular arm behind his body and reached between the deep valley of his ass
cakes.  The other man's cum was leaking from his well-fucked hole and
running down his strong inner thighs.  Scooping up a handful of the stuff,
Joey brought it to his lips and feasted on the tasty dessert.  Enjoying the
taste of his well-hung stud, Joey went for more.

Squatting low on the other side of the sheetrock, Javier had a clear view
of Joey.  An evil grin spread across his face as he watched the little hunk
scoop cum from his ass hole and lick it from his thick, calloused fingers.
If only the guys from his construction crew could see their co-worker now!
Perhaps, Javier thought, that might become part of Joey's future
humiliation.  But, for now, the stage was set and it was time for the
anticlimax.

"Joooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy," came the sing song voice from the
opening.  Joey froze in his spot, not quite certain he'd heard his name
called.  Then it was there again.  There was no mistaking it, the dude on
the other side had said his name!

"You're a real good fuck, Joey," Javier taunted.  "Better than I'da
thought."

Swallowing hard, Joey moved closer to the hole, trying to peer into the
darkness.  "Who---who the fuck are you?"

The chuckle which came from the other side turned Joey's blood to ice.  And
then there was a flash of light, a flicker to pierce the darkness.  Javier
held the lighter just under his face.  It gave him an eerie, almost satanic
appearance.  Joey slammed his open hands against the wall as he recognized
the no good Puerto Rican hoodlum.

"You sonofabitch!" he managed.

Javier laughed.  "Weren't sayin' that a few minutes ago, bro.  You were
really gettin' down on some Javier dick Fuck, Joe, you're even better'n
your sister."

Joey's fists pounded the wall again.  "I'll kill you, you motherfucker!"

"Now you ain't killin' nobody, Joey," Javier replied sarcastically.  "But
you will bounce over to my crib tomorrow, right after work.  We gotta see
what we're gonna do about all this."

"Fuck you!" Joey snarled, his brows furrowed angrily.

"Tomorrow, Joey," Javier repeated.  "'Round five.  And don' be late."  The
lighter was extinguished and a malevolent chuckle filled the darkness.

"Fuck you!" Joey shouted again, bruising his fists against the sheet rock.
But all he heard was the click of the door.  Javier had gone.

Joey sat back on his haunches in disbelief.  He felt like he'd been hit by
a truck.  Javier Santiago, of all fucking people!  That nasty, no account
Puerto Rican bastard!  He'd sucked his cock, taken it up his ass---twice!
The drug dealer's cum was running down the inside of his thighs.  Suddenly
Joey felt very sick He just couldn't figure it all out.  Burying his face
in his hands he remained there for a long while, dumbfounded by this turn
of events, until he summoned enough strength to don his clothes and move in
a zombie like fashion from the boiler room and out of the club.



Sarah Christensen observed Javier's departure, looking just like the cat
who'd swallowed the fucking canary.  And then, shortly afterwards, the
little muscle hunk.  She was shocked at how dejected he appeared.
Something had happened between them back there.  The muscle guy didn't look
like the type to be a drug buyer, yet one could never be too sure.  Sarah
knew she'd never get it out of Javier and suddenly decided she no longer
cared.  There was enough for her to be concerned with as it was.  At the
end of the bar was a man who claimed to be a photographer.  If he was true
to his word, and if she could coerce him into doing some shots of her, she
might be able to put together that all-too-necessary portfolio.  There was
always hope for a working girl.  Sarah just might, after all, make it to
the Hollywood silver screen.

Fuck Javier Santiago and all his dirty little secrets...whatever they might
be.



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