Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 18:13:05 -0500 From: Jon Royale Subject: Straight Buddy Ray's Teen-age Confidential You readers sure are persistent in wanting to know about the further exploits of my straight buddy Ray and the rest of his testosterone-laden family! Since I figure I'm already in one shit-heap of trouble if any of 'em ever come across this file and, reading past the altered names, realize I've been sharin' our story with all of cyber space, what's one more revelation gonna matter? Unfortunately, I wasn't a participant in the events I'm about to disclose, although I sure wished I was in the neighborhood at the time it all went down. It was the fall of '98, only a short time after granddaddy bear Stavros got his first (but certainly not last) piece of my buddy's younger bro, Joey. By this time I, too, was no stranger to the deep thrusts of the older man's virile prong, although neither Ray or Joey knew anything about my extracurricular activities. And Ray sure as shit had no fuckin' idea whatsoever that his macho-actin' l'il bro was a pig cocksucker. In more recent time he has come to find out about his bro and all the fuckin' and suckin' that's been goin' on for years right under his nose ... but that's a whole 'nother story. Suffice it to say that prior to the autumn of '98, I was the only dude givin' lip service (mouth and ass lips, fellas) to hot, hunky and married-with-children Ray. But that was all about to change.... Unless your head's firmly embedded up your ass, you've figured out by now that this is a story presenting graphic adult sexual situations which is meant for a mature audience. If you feel inclined to pass this piece of trash around, please be stud enough to include my copyright 'cos me and my drippin' cock work awful hard (and are facing castration at the hands of the Giagianno family) to share this stuff with you. copyright (c) 2002 JRoyale A steady spray of hot water shot from the shiny aluminum shower head, mercifully beating against the strained muscles of the ethnically handsome young man. He stepped in closer, tightly shutting his eyes and allowing the massaging liquid fingers to wash across his face as his thick, working-man's hands brushed darkly wet, chestnut hair away from his forehead, plastering it against his scalp. Turning away from the stream, he retrieved the soap bar from its dish and began to lather up. Lifting one strong arm, he started with the densely hairy pit, now ripe from the exertion of his earlier workout. His thick fingers dug into the dark tuft, cleansing away his aromatic masculine funk. Washing the entire arm, he felt the mushy bar of soap glide along hefty bicep bulges and up over his broad shoulder. When he'd finished with one side, he shifted the soap into his other hand and washed down the heavily tendoned opposite arm in similar fashion. Working up a handful of suds, he sat the creamy white soap bar down in its holder and concentrated on working his entire chest. Hand over hand he traveled the pronounced slopes of pectoral muscles, their huge browned nipples standing firmly erect and pleasurably rubbing against his soap-slicked palm. His strong, tightly compact chest was hairless except for a small patch located in the hollow directly between his pecs, appearing darker now than usual from the sluicing water pressing it against his flesh. The white foam washed over the firm six-pack ripples of his tight abdomen and ran down thick, tree-trunk sized thighs, ultimately caught up in the mass of short, dark hairs clinging to his powerful legs, making them appear even darker than normal. As he bent over to wash down his legs and lather up his feet, the soothing spray beat against his wide back and drained between the chiseled slopes of his smooth buttocks, combing the dark crack hair and tickling the wrinkled folds of his manhole. Standing erect, he grasped the soap and turned to face the shower head again. As the tepid water rained against him, the stud massaged the sudsy bar along his lean ass cheeks. The fingers of one hand dipped into the hair-lined vertical split of his melons, working the suds into his crack. A jolt of pleasure reverberated throughout his body each time the thick tip of a finger grazed against his rubbery ass lips. Although virgin to anal pleasures, he'd often wondered what his buddy so thoroughly enjoyed about their fuck sessions and, in private moments like this, would guiltily slip a thick, soapy finger between the folds of his ass. With the middle digit sunk into his tight hole up to the second knuckle, he wasn't a bit surprised by his cock's immediate reaction. The big thing sprang instantly to life, swelling up from its matted nest of dense pubic hair to a full breathtaking nine inches of horny man meat--ready for a fuck! The handsome, muscular stud groaned when he realized the predicament he'd just gotten himself into. Not again, he thought; less than a couple of hours ago he'd banged the senses out of his fuck buddy--and right now Cath, his wife (and her available pussy) was away for the better part of the evening. And here he was, all by himself, in the shower with a banging hard on! At twenty-nine years of age, well on his way to thirty, Raymond Giagianno was as in shape now as he'd ever been in his relatively young life. Despite a ten year marriage, four children, and an executive desk job with a high-profile automobile manufacturer, he religiously set aside daily time for a sweaty workout in his makeshift gym in the shed he and Jon had constructed in the back yard. Straight home from work he'd stop to give Cathy a quick smooch before heading out to the shed where he hastily shucked his clothes, cranked up a little Van Halen on the CD player and went to work with his extensive equipment--usually clad in nothing more than one of the many jock straps scattered about the place. It was his way of unwinding after a stressful day at the office--and his family knew well enough to leave him alone until he'd worked out the demons. Marriage was good; Cathy, several years older than him, had her own personal interests and was certainly no clinging vine. She wasn't the looker everyone had thought he would end up with, but Cath was a good mother to their kids and a decent homemaker. Ray was pretty much left to his own devices: cars, music and working out were his primary interests. They were both outdoorsy, athletic types and often left the kids with one or the other of their parents for a weekend while they went off on skiing, camping and rafting jaunts with their large circle of mutual friends. Given all that freedom, Ray had remained true to his earlier promise of fidelity. He'd strayed once, prior to their marriage, and Cathy had only taken him back when he'd sworn up and down that he'd never dip his wick into any pussy but hers. Sometimes it was damned hard: he'd come awful close to blowing it on more than one occasion. Cripes, even a couple of Cathy's closest friends had hit on him! It had been that way for him from way before he'd even reached the age of puberty. He was a hot-looking, perpetually horny, macho motherfucker who was growing even more desirable with the passage of time. If it hadn't been for Big Jon, Ray knew he'd probably be in divorce court by now! Jon was his personal scum bag, a bi-guy he'd first encountered many years ago. He was sixteen-years-old and working part-time retrieving shopping carts from around the supermarket parking lot; the older man was a regular after-work visitor to the mart. They hadn't done much but nod and mutter passing greetings, but young Ray even then had an idea the dude's frequent visits had less to do with picking up dinner than it did with ogling his tightly compact, teen body. He was certainly no stranger to the looks he elicited from queers, although he did nothing to encourage that type of attention. He didn't have to; Ray was a walking advertisement for every gay man's fantasy. Had he been so inclined, the young buck could have had his dick serviced by any number of cock suckers throughout the course of a normal day. But Ray was solely interested in the warm delights of pussy, a delicacy he'd been sampling since he was almost twelve years old. As fate would have it, his and Jon's paths crossed again a couple years later. It turned out that Jon and his latest accommodating snatch, who eventually became his wife, were employed by the same company. They were reunited at an outdoor picnic at Cathy's place (which ultimately became the Giagianno's joint home) and almost instantly formulated a friendship. Despite the fact that Jon was a good fifteen years older than him, Ray discovered they shared many common interests: rock 'n roll music, automobiles, sports and body-building. And with the ever-changing cast of pussy Jon brought along with him to their parties and on mutual trips, Ray's earlier suspicions about the man's questionable sexuality were assuaged. It seemed that way, at least for the first few years, until the day Jon unexpectedly walked in on the twenty-six-year old ItaliRican stud pumping iron out in the shed they'd constructed together, wearing nothing but a packed and soiled jock strap. Jon couldn't stop himself from drinking in every inch of his young, hot buddy and, after all these years, Ray finally had his initial impression of the man confirmed. Perpetually horny, and with his wife away for the better part of the past two weeks, Ray proceeded to give the forty-something muscle stud what'd be'd been wanting all along--a mouthful of his huge, thick cock. Ray was pleasantly surprised to find out that the dude was one hell of a deep-throat expert, taking him to the hairy root again and again. His macho pride hated to admit it, but the other man gave him one of the best fuckin' blow jobs of his entire life! And the simple fact that Jon took his load in his mouth, sucking until he'd drained every drop, was enough to convince Ray he was a keeper. To his way of thinking he had not broken his vow to Cath: he'd promised no other women. They'd never made any agreement about a potential bisexual buddy! Their new relationship wasn't intrusive; their lives carried on much as before. The only difference being that if Ray was horny (which was always) and Cathy wasn't putting out, Jon was readily available with lips and man hole. Ray, in fact, found the tightness of another man's ass to be a nice change of pace every now and then from his usual, and still pleasurable, pussy poundings. He wasn't turning queer, he reasoned, just expanding his sexual horizons. Life was good and continued to get even better as the years passed--at the job and on the home front. And, Ray realized that summer of '98, his little brother Joey even seemed to be more family oriented. Ray couldn't have been more pleased that the nineteen-year-old had been a frequent visitor to the Giagianno home lately. Brothers were meant to have a strong bond, especially when they both shared a fair-weather father. L'il Joey appeared to be doing well, Ray believed. He'd lost pretty much all of his baby fat and was shaping up into a stockier version of his big brother. The kid had himself a decent job and was dating a real cute little thing, even if she was teasing Joey along by not giving him any pussy. Ray hoped the cunt would give in soon, before Joey got tempted to sample some other wares and screw up their relationship the same as he'd almost done many years before. Funny, he mused, how the two brothers lives paralleled in so many ways. That very morning he'd switched vehicles with Joey, taking his brother's old pickup in to work so the mechanics could make some repairs for the kid. That was one of his perks working for an automobile company. Their plan called for him to swing by his father's place, where Joey currently resided, early next morning to make the trade-back. Unfortunately, some complications were discovered by the mechanics and the truck wasn't ready for release by quitting time. Familiar with the work they were doing, Ray knew it would only take about an hour longer so he decided to remain in the office and tie up a few loose ends while the guys completed their job. He was in the midst of reviewing some sales figures when an unexpected visitor dropped by. A smile spread across his face as he flipped the pencil down on the ledger, leaned back in the comfortable chair and loosened his tie. There, leaning with shoulder pressed against the door frame and arms crossed over his big chest, was Ray's good buddy Jon! Jon had been in the neighborhood and taken the chance Ray was putting in a little overtime. It wasn't long before the office door was locked and hunky Jon was flat on his back across the desk while mighty Ray power-pumped his delectably hot man hole. With his over-abundant libido satiated for the moment, Ray had headed home in Joey's newly tuned-up truck. Taking a quick look at the mail and dismissing most of it as garbage, he went out to the back yard shed, stripped down and put himself through a sweaty muscle workout followed by a nice, leisurely shower. As his soapy hands explored the hardened peaks, swells and ripples of his labor he'd found himself getting horny all over again. It was both a blessing and curse to be possessed with such high levels of testosterone! He was like a fucking dog, up and ready for action at the slightest provocation, but most times he had to supply his own gratification with a non-committal hand job. As he stepped out of the shower, with big throbber leading the way, Ray proceeded to towel himself dry, figuring he'd pop one of his secret stash of videos into the player, toss himself across the couch and beat off to the image of some slutty, bleach-blond porn nympho. That ought to hold him over for at least a little while. He dried his muscular body thoroughly, rubbing his skin hard with the big, white towel. He did it methodically, even lifting one foot at a time onto the covered toilet bowl so he could dry his feet and get between the toes. His dark hair, almost black from the moisture, fell in wavy ringlets across his forehead as he stooped over a little to dry between the granite-like mounds of his buttocks. His mind wandered as he went through the twice-a-day ritual, thinking now about what left-over meal he'd pop into the microwave, and his fat dick began to thankfully deflate. By the time he'd finished toweling off his big, wet sex had gone flaccid--although he knew it was only a momentary reprieve. Stepping out of the steamy downstairs bathroom, he brusquely toweled his head, carelessly rearranging the short, chestnut hair. Casually tossing the towel over one shoulder, he made his way back to the kitchen on bare feet and retrieved a can of soda from the fridge. Popping open the tab with one big finger, his nude ass pressed against the counter top as he leaned back and took a draw of the carbonated beverage. It was a relaxing moment, the first he'd really had all day. His eyes wandered around the expanse of the cozy kitchen, taking in all Cathy's gadgets and the kid's drawings pasted to the refrigerator with decorative magnets. Sipping from the can, he then and there decided that the room was in need of a new coat of paint and resolved to tackle the project over the week end. Quite alone, he was totally unprepared for what happened next. Without warning the back door suddenly burst open and the next-door neighbor's teen-aged grandson stepped into the kitchen! At first unaware of Ray's presence, he shut the door behind him and turned back to shout out "Jo--!" But the name of his friend caught in his throat when his eyes focused on Joey's older brother standing there with soda in hand, towel over shoulder, and nothing else covering his hard, manly body. The eighteen-year-old Greek boy stood there with mouth agape, his widened eyes fixed on the slab of beef hanging between the grown man's hairy thighs. He flushed a shade of crimson when he realized he'd been staring at the limp cock a tad too long and raised his wondrous eyes to look shame-faced at Ray. "I-I w-was looking for J-Joey," he stammered, unsure of what to say. "His t-truck out front." "Joey's not here, Pete," Ray told him, curiously aware of the boy's embarrassment. As he spoke he pulled the towel from his shoulder and knotted it low around his hips. "I took his car in for service today; he's got mine." "O-oh," he responded, realization finally sinking in. "Damn, I'm s-sorry to break in your house like this, Mr. G, it's just that I thought--" Ray smiled crookedly and tried to set the nervous boy at ease. "Don't sweat it, Pete. And how many times I have to tell you to call me Ray? You make me sound as old as your father or your grandfather. How are they doin', anyway?" He'd decided the kid had acted the way he did because of letting himself into the house uninvited, which really wasn't a problem for Ray, who knew the boy hung out with Joey whenever he came around. It had to be somewhat of a shock seeing him standing there, let alone brazenly naked, but that was nothing to be so tongue-tied over. His reaction would have been totally understandable if he'd walked in on Cath in the buff but, thankfully, she didn't cavort around in her birthday suit. Still, the kid sure had spent a lot of time staring at his crotch.... Young Peter (or Petie, as he was often called) Stavros was a good-looking, almost pretty, boy with short, curly dark brown hair and eyes of a matching shade framed by incredibly long, feminine-looking, lashes. His face--thin, angular and unblemished--was offset by high cheekbones and a set of unusually full, puffy lips. He stood slightly under six feet, practically towering over either of the Giagianno brothers, and sported a slender, toned and lightly muscled body. He was a basketball freak; in fact, that's how he and Joey had become buds. He'd been around nine or ten, with Joey being one year older, when the Giagianno boy came to stay next door with his brother and sister-in-law for the weekend. Quickly bored, Joey spied Petie (who was also spending the weekend there with his grandparents) shooting hoops into the basket set up above the Stavros garage. Joey sauntered over, they played a little one-on-one, and a friendship of sorts was formed. His folks were relieved to find Petie less reluctant to spend time with the grandparents now that he had a buddy in the neighborhood. Both boys lived in different towns, attended different schools, and rarely saw each other outside of their frequent visits to their relative's homes. Had Joey known the boy outside of the neighborhood he might have clued in to the fact that, although he gave no outward indications of it, Petie Stavros was as queer as a two-dollar bill! Ever since he was a little kid he'd had a fascination with the pecker--his and anyone else's. More often than not he'd steal glances at his father's abundant flesh tube--and even once caught a glimpse of his grandfather's piece--and pray that one day he'd grow one equally as nice. He was jerking off long before he could cum, fantasizing about the nude bodies of his teachers, the postman, the garbage men, or any other stud who happened to cross his line of vision that particular day. The first time he actually blew a load, Pete Stavros was ecstatic! With slight trepidation, he tasted the warm goo on his hand and was soon lapping it up like a thirsty dog, hungering for more. With the onset of puberty his curiosity grew even greater. Hitting the showers after gym became the highlight of his day, where he could freely ogle all the other boys, marveling at the hair sprouting out around their maturing penises and wanting to play with each and every one of them. He became a fairly accomplished athlete, not because he thoroughly enjoyed the sport, but because he craved the eventuality of body contact. In basketball, hands freely fell on other hardening bodies and, during his absolute favorite--wrestling--it was extremely difficult to refrain from popping a woody while another sweaty boy grappled with him on the mats. Almost daily he managed to be the last one out of the showers, because that was when he got a view of the gym instructor stripping down in his office to wash up in his private stall. From his vantage point, he watched the older man lose one article of clothing after another until he was down to his bulging jock strap. Petie licked his lips and began groping his own swollen crotch as the hairy-chested stud hooked his thumbs under the wide waist-band, pulling it down off his full hips and exposing his manhood. Those few seconds before the man disappeared into his private bathroom provided all the cock, balls and ass Petie needed to beat himself into orgasm in the locked shower-room toilet stall. With all the crotch-watching he did in school, it was somewhat of a wonder that Petie's first taste of cock didn't take place in the school's lavatory. It was a toilet facility of a different sort, not anywhere near as hygienically clean as the high school john, where young Pete Stavros swallowed his first load of hot male cum. His mother, happy homemaker that she was, traveled two towns over to do her weekly marketing in her favorite store. Fran Stavros abhorred those super-supermarkets with umpteen aisles; she preferred the dinosaur she'd been shopping for years in an out-of-the way strip mall. Ever since he was a youngster, Petie loved to go with his mom on her weekly jaunt, mainly because of the arcade (where he could spend his allowance) and the news stand shop (where he was free to page through all the different sports magazines looking for his favorite athletes). He also developed a perverted affection for the public men's room, for it was there that he could sit in one of the filthy stalls and peek through the crack of the door at the various men who entered to use the urinals directly in his line of vision. He saw more cock of differing shapes and sizes than he'd ever have been able to in the school showers! He was thirteen years old, in the eighth grade, when he finally got snagged after many years of voyeurism. The guy standing at the urinal lighting holding his piece at the base and pissing a healthy stream happened to notice the intruding eye peering through the crack of the toilet door. He was a scruffy looking thirty-something dude with greasy hair, stained hands and overhauls--probably a mechanic, Pete figured. When he'd finished, the man didn't even bother to zipper up. Pete's breath caught in his throat as the man approached the bolted door and pressed against it. "C'mon, lemme in," he growled. "You know you wan' it!" Swallowing hard, with his heart beating in his young chest, Pete hesitated momentarily before sliding back the bolt and allowing the man to enter. The older man gave Pete the once-over before hefting his dong, grasping Pete by the back of the head and burying the boy's face in his hairy crotch. Holding the kid in place, he fucked his mouth swiftly and brutally. What Pete lacked in experience, he made up for in eagerness. He tried like hell to swallow as much of the sweaty rod as he possibly could and give the man something to remember him by, but this guy was just in to getting his rocks off as quickly as he could. In a matter of a few minutes his body tensed and his fat cock head began spewing waves of hot, sticky cum against the caverns of Petie's mouth. Petie sucked, gulped and swallowed, savoring the salty, intoxicating taste of man goo. When he'd finished unloading his ball sac, the greaser zipped up and left without a word, leaving Pete sitting there in a state of near-nirvana. There had been other nameless encounters in that very same rest room--and even more at school. When he entered high school Pete, already an accomplished cock sucker, just couldn't keep his eyes off the other jocks in the showers. His bold gazes soon became apparent, although he laughed it off when taunted about his obvious interest in male genitalia. But when the high school bully caught him ogling his piece, standing side by side at the urinals, there was no more denial. The bigger boy slapped him around a little bit, then tossed him into a toilet stall and gave Pete a taste of what he'd wanted all along. Word soon got around the "inner circle" about the Junior Varsity basketball jock who sucked a mean cock. Pete suddenly found himself the most popular Freshman in high school, daily getting more than one dose of hot, high school cum. It was a wonder that the coach (or any other member of the faculty, for that matter) never found the boy out. There'd been a few close calls, but Pete (and whatever jock he was then servicing) somehow managed to avert exposure. Even on that last day of school life, at the after-graduation party, he'd blown at least half a dozen classmate's cocks. None of them ever touched him sexually; they were all straight-as-an-arrow--most had girl-friends, in fact. But Petie didn't care. His pleasure came from worshipping warm boy meat and the reward of fresh ball juice. Besides, every now and then one of the dudes down at the shopping center latrine (mostly the older ones) would express their gratitude by giving him a quick hand job. His parents had no idea their teen-age son was a flagrant cocksucker; neither did his gramps. That's why he kept things straight with his buddy Joey, who lived in a different town, had attended a different school, and knew nothing about the extracurricular activities of one Peter Stavros. Not that he didn't want to: Joey Giagianno was a hot-looking little hunk, nearly as mouth-watering as his older brother. It was hard as hell keeping his eyes off their crotches which, when he managed to steal a glance, looked pretty well packed. Many were the nights following an afternoon with Joey that he lay in bed pounding his pud to images of his darkly handsome friend in all sorts of sexual scenarios. And now he'd gotten his answer, having walked in on the older Giagianno brother buck-ass naked in his kitchen. That piece of man meat resting against his thick, hairy thigh had to be at least six to seven inches long. The thought of its erect dimensions caused Petie's young prick to stir in his knee-length shorts. He knew he was staring, but he just couldn't tear his wondrous eyes away from the most perfect specimen of man meat he'd thus far encountered. Even when Ray covered his privates with a towel Petie was practically salivating over the muscled masculinity of the man's body. Sure, he'd seen Mr. G shirtless lots of times before--but never under these circumstances. His biceps and delts were thick, rounded, and strong; his hairy forearms looked like twin clubs. The smooth, practically hairless chest was mighty and powerful, with nicely-curved pectoral mounds sporting the largest, brownest nipples Pete had ever seen. Those man tits were hard and erect, poking out like erasers and just begging to be handled. The hunk's body tapered down in a perfect V to a tight, trim waist line; his abdominal structure was deliciously outlined, and a treasure trail of dark hair led from the deep indentation of his navel to the not-so-secret place beneath the low-hanging towel. His legs were thick, athletic and darkly hairy, with swollen calf muscles strong and bulging. All this in a guy who was only about 5'6" or 5'7"! Mr. G was saying something, but Pete was lost in a cloud of sexual attraction. When the hot stud absently reached between the folds of the towel to scratch an itch, Petie's eyes focused on the area, hoping for another peek at the abundant manhood. He silently willed the towel to unravel and fall around the man's feet so that he could appreciate his big, naked sex once again. All of Petie's curious attention was not lost on Ray. His earlier nervousness, coupled with those blatantly appraising eyes and the twitching in the front of his pants could mean only one thing: the damned kid was a fucking cock sucker! His brother's basketball friend was nothing more than a little queer! Joey'd never mentioned anything about it; hell, Joey wouldn't even hang out with a fag. Probably the kid was too scared to let Joey know and risk fucking up their friendship. Nah, Joey couldn't have figured it out! Hell, up until now, Ray had never had reason to question the kid's sexuality. But there was no question now: the curly-haired teen was practically salivating over his bod. Right there in his kitchen! And he, Ray, was already horny as all hell! Fuck it, he thought, he'd let Jon suck his cock and he'd been damned good. Maybe this young cock sucker was equally as talented. The way Pete's smoldering eyes were burning into his skin certainly attested to his desire! Leaning back against the counter on one elbow so that most of his weight shifted to that side, Ray deliberately reached under the towel to take hold of his fat ethnic prick, which was already swelling with the anticipation of a friendly cocksucker's loving lips. Slowly he massaged his hefty dong right in front of the teen, his smoldering hazel eyes never leaving the kid's bewildered face. In slack-jawed countenance Pete watched, through eyes wide-as-saucers, as the hunky guy's hand moved about under the towel. Lasciviously licking his lips, he made no attempt to cover the protrusion blatantly banging against the front of his shorts. He uttered a startled gasp when Ray finally broke the silence. "You're a faggot cock sucker, ain't you, Petie?" It was more statement than question--made in a quiet, but deeply masculine, voice. "Yea-- I mean, NO! -- I mean--" The kid was floundering for words, but any protestations he made were quickly erased by the mammoth desire blatantly evident in his wildly staring eyes. "I been horny as hell ever since I got home an' my prick is gettin' awful fuckin' hard," Ray teased him. "You wanna see, Petie?" Pete nodded his tightly curled head eagerly and watched with much anticipation as Ray hooked a thumb under the towel's knot, unraveling it and sending the obstructive material down to the floor around his bared feet. The kid gasped when he got his first look at the huge, erect weapon arcing up from the thick fist holding it tightly around the hairy base. It was absolutely the most beautiful, manly cock he'd ever seen in his young life! Nearly nine inches of throbbing stud meat flared up before him, criss-crossed just below its dark surface with an array of heavy veins bulging with blue blood and rising haphazardly toward a perfectly molded, ass-ripping flanged helmet. The massive mushroom-shaped crown was ripped down its center by a deep, fleshy piss slit--shining now with the re-awakening of his ever-present pre-cum. That hair-covered, hefty ball bag dangling beneath his equipment was equally impressive and bloated with the promise of sweet, musky cum. There was a part of Ray which knew he shouldn't be doing this--especially with the neighbor's grandson. For crying out loud: he had a wife to satisfy all his sexual needs and, when she wasn't willing, he had a fuck buddy. He'd just fucked the fight out of his big macho buddy only hours before! But here he was suffering the curse of the Giagianno men--horny once again! And neither Cath or Jon were around; only his brother's basketball partner who looked like he was ready, willing and able to go for a little one-on-one. "You like my shit, dontchya?" he taunted the kid, releasing his mighty erection and allowing it to bob excitedly on it's own accord. "You ever seen my brother's prick like this? You ever play with his?" Pete's head shot from side to side, saliva spraying from the corners of his wide-open mouth. His cock-thirsty tongue rolled sloppily out when the fleshy purplish lips of Ray's magnificent missile pulsed open and a wave of hot, creamy pre-cum surged to the surface. He watched awestruck as the slick flow lazily glided down under the pronounced ridge of the fat helmet and formed a long strand dangling from the throbbing length of man meat. Pete practically teetered forward when the length of cock-lube finally gave in to gravity, breaking off and sailing downward to make a nice wet spot on the linoleum kitchen floor directly between the man's thick, hairy legs. Ray snickered, mostly to himself. Little Petie was going absolutely fuckin' crazy lookin' at his big ole cock. It was quite obvious all he need do was snap his fingers and the teen cock sucker would be on his knees right in front of him. Ray wanted a blow job--he wanted one real bad, and he knew relief was imminent--but he rather enjoyed watching the kid salivate over his hefty manhood. When he was younger all the high school girls used to go apeshit over him; young Ray was never at all loss for a hot mouth or a moist pussy. Even now, after ten years of marriage, one look from him could still make his wife ooze in her panties. And there was no one quite like best buddy Jon to remind him that his youthful virility and sexual magnetism were still intact. If he'd been suffering any doubts lately, as he neared his thirtieth birthday, young Petie was single-handled dissolving them all away. "If I let you suck this big cock, Petie, you won't say nothin' to nobody, will you?" Pete's gaze broke away from the gorgeous slab of cock meat. Looking directly into Ray's hypnotic eyes he replied with absolute, naive sincerity, "No, I wouldn't tell any one. I swear." "Especially not my brother Joey," Ray pressed on. "No, never Joey! Not anyone!" the eager lad quickly answered. "My parents....my grandpop and grandmom....they don't know....about me.....they can't know...." Reasonably reassured, Ray levered himself up to a seated position at the edge of the counter, legs fairly wide spread and bare feet dangling. His big ball sac rested on the counter between the V of his hairy, muscular tree-trunk-sized thighs and his gargantuan beanstalk curved upwards toward his flat, ripped torso. Leaning slightly back so the expanse of his shoulders rested against the bank of cabinets, he cocked his head to one side sexily and, with one big, manly hand, beckoned the sluttish teen-ager forward. Petie barely felt his legs move; it was as if he were being propelled by sheer force toward the delectable-looking, darkly handsome stud. He came to a stop a few short feet from the naked hunk to peel off his short-sleeved pull-over and let it carelessly drop to the floor. With legs solidly anchored at shoulder width, he slowly bent at the waist, planting his hands to either side of the man's spread thighs and leaned in toward Ray's succulent crotch. The intoxicating aroma of man sex pleasantly assailed his flared nostrils as he came closer to the eagerly throbbing shaft. Instead of instantly attacking that big, beautiful piece the boy surprisingly veered downward to bury his face deep into the juncture of Ray's open thighs! The fat base of the man's steamy shaft was pressed up against his forehead as he sloppily sucked on the pair of bull's nuts encased in their silken pouch. His tongue glided around and under the packed, silky sac as he took the nads, one at a time, into his mouth and worked them over. Placing his hands on the powerful insides of Ray's big thighs, he pried them apart even wider to improve his vantage point. Ray positively shuddered when the talented kid somehow managed to swallow his entire bag. With his face sufficiently stuffed, little Petie's serpentine tongue snaked out and began probing that secret, sweaty alley between nuts and ass hole--his short, curly hair rubbing against the underside of the sensitive shaft with each movement. Ray's head fell back against the wood work and his long eye lashes fluttered shut, savoring the sensations this teen pig was causing his husky body. If the foreplay was any indication, Pete Stavros would prove to be one hell of a fine cock sucker. His balls were drenched with boy-spit when Petie finally let them loose to flop back heavily on to the counter top. With one long, wet swipe the kid followed his thick vein from hairy base to bulbous cock head, where he was rewarded with the fruits of his ball-sucking labor. All of that tongue washing had worked up a steady flow of pre-fuck juice, which now oozed out of Ray's gaping piss slit and ran down the length of his bloated pole. Pete pressed a smooth cheek against the wet shaft, spreading the treasured man juice all over his young pink face, first along one side and then the other. He surely had Mr. G worked up, Petie realized, because the saucy syrup was relentless. Getting a handhold on the agitated beefstick, Petie traced the outline of his puffy lips with the leaking head as he watched Ray's appreciative reaction. Coated with delicious cock snot, he smacked his lips together and licked them clean, savoring the essence of Joey's bigger brother, before he moved in for another taste. Ray was going crazy from all the teasing this kid was putting him through! He'd learned a long time ago that extended foreplay only made his orgasm that much more intense, but he was dying for the teen to go down on him and suck him off already. Besides, neither of them knew who might walk through that back door at any given moment. Danger had always provided a sexual thrill for Ray: how many times had he fucked Jon in the garage or out in the shed while his wife and kids were in the yard or some other part of the house!?! The inherent fear of discovery only made the fucking that much more exhilarating. Conceivably, Cathy might have had a change of plans and could come home early to find her hubby getting blown by the neighbor's grandkid right on her freshly cleaned kitchen counter top! Or Joey might pop over, deciding he didn't want to wait till morning to switch vehicles, and have a double shock upon learning that his buddy was a cock worshipper and his brother was a willing recipient! Better yet: Jon might decide to stop by and they could have a juicy three-way, plugging the kid from both ends! Having decided there was no other way to stop the steady flow of thick pre-cum, Pete took the entire cock head into his mouth. Tightening his lips around the purple, flanged rim he gave the leaking mushroom a thorough tongue bath. He encircled the fat knob, every now and then running the surface of his tongue directly over the crest and dipping the blunt tip into the meaty folds of Ray's pouting piss slit. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked up all the oozing juice and swallowed it down with mouthfuls of his own saliva. Mr. G's pre-cum was rich and tasty and Pete couldn't get enough of it. He was jerking the slick, veiny surface of the big, beautiful cock with one hand while his other took hold of Ray's hairy nuts and gave them a rough massage, coaxing even more ball sauce to flood his rapidly working face hole. As Ray's tight ass squirmed excitedly on the counter top, Pete worked his lips down over a few inches of the thick cock stalk. With tongue pressed tightly against the thick, throbbing vein, he began bobbing his head up and down, literally fucking his own face on the mammoth prick. More and more meat passed through his sweet lips until he felt the large missile-head banging against the back of his boy throat. Pete knew he had to have every bit of that fantastic man cock gagging him, just as he knew how much pleasure it would bring Mr. G to be embedded way down there in his throat. But he didn't want the straight stud to nut too quickly, and Petie feared that one trip down his deep throat would be all it would take for Joey's bro to pop that hot, tasty load. Instead, he took his sweet-ass time sucking the fat fucker in and out of his soaked teen mouth, eliciting appreciative manly moans from the dude on the counter. The pretty-boy Greek kid was damned good at giving head, Ray thought to himself as Petie continued to work him over. His burning mouth had engulfed better than half of those nine meaty inches and his slippery tongue was expertly bathing the rigid shaft and lapping at his mushroomed knob. He twisted about on the counter, trying to stuff more of his cock deep within the steamy confines of the teen ager's talented mouth. Petie's lips were tightly wrapped around his fat shaft, allowing only a mouthful and no more. But there was no complaining about what the kid was doing with the ample amount of equipment stuffed into his face. Maybe it was just that his hormones were acting on overdrive, but Ray figured, given a little more experience, young Petie could become every bit as good a cock pleaser as big, hunky buddy Jon! The tangy man cock tasted so fucking good that Petie could have gone on with this foreplay for hours, but he decided he'd better get down to business and show Mr. G the stuff he was made of. With one impressive gulp and little hesitation, he opened his young gullet wide and greedily swallowed the entire length of Ray's huge, throbbing nine-inch beauty. "Aarrrggggggggghhhhhhhh!" Ray bellowed, his eyes shooting wide open as a new wet warmth enveloped his manhood. This sudden onslaught had him practically breathless; his muscular body went rigid as he pressed open palms down on the counter top for support. The damned kid was down there with his lips firmly pressed against the nest of almost-black curls surrounding the base of his thick vein. Petie's nostrils were flaring widely as he breathed heavily through his only available orifices, the mixed aroma of fragrant soap intermingling with fresh man sweat to entice him even further. The nerves in Pete's deep throat were working against the invading shaft, causing Ray to groan with deeply masculine pleasure. The curly haired Greek boy stayed down there an awfully long time, his lips secure around the pulsing root. Just when Ray thought he was gonna suffocate the kid for sure, Petie ever-so-slowly started coming up off him, inch after wet inch of blazing hard cock passing through his lips until the fat head popped out of his mouth and slapped up against Ray's heaving belly. Barely catching a breath, Pete was all over him again, running his lips and tongue all over the escaped warrior, bathing the tightening ball sac with mouthfuls of spittle and running his hands up and down Ray's strong, hairy thighs. "Suck that fuckin' cock," Ray breathed heavily. "Take the whole damned thing again!" And Petie did, spearing the entire shaft all the way down his throat until he'd hit bottom. But this time he went up and down on the handsome cock, easily fucking it in and out of his throat. With a heated growl, Ray buried his big hands in the kid's short, curly hair, unnecessarily guiding him in his fluid movements. His now-sweaty ass lifted slightly off the counter, forcing his meat deep down Petie's throat while the kid sucked for all he was worth. Hunky straight Ray was grunting, snarling and writhing all over the slippery counter while the basketball queer face-fucked his pumped-up prick. Petie, every bit as turned on watching the handsome, muscular married man's wicked uncontrollable gyrations, reached inside his shorts to stoke his own throbbing teen meat, desperate now to shoot his own load at the precise moment that Mr. G flooded his throat with all that thick, rich man-cream. And from the way Ray's breathing had suddenly gotten rough and ragged, Petie felt sure the moment of glory would cum very soon. But Petie was in for a big, nine-inch surprise! Digging his thick fingers firmly into the kid's hair, Ray roughly yanked Petie up off the saliva-drenched cock and slid off the counter. Before Pete had a chance to register what was happening he was bent over at the waist, hands gripping the edge of the counter before him while Mr. G kicked his long, sinewy legs wide apart. A big, thick arm shot around Pete to dip into the tray of soft butter resting there. Almost-electric spasms of delight ignited Pete's young body as those butter-coated fingers dipped into his hairless ass trench and smeared the butter all over his throbbing bud. He was going to get fucked! His buddy's hot looking, big-dicked, straight and married brother was going to royally fuck his tender and oh-so-willing asshole! Pete's young gun starting wagging excitedly, dripping healthy streams of teen pre-cum down onto the linoleum floor between his widespread sneakers. "You wanna get fucked, don't ya, Petie?" The kid merely whimpered, his eyes closing dreamily as a fat, calloused finger was shoved up inside his teen hole, soon to be joined by a second, then a third, until his sphincter was stretched wide. "Looks like your queer ass has been fucked a lot, boy. Good thing, cos I like to fuck hard and fast." Slapping both taut melons, Ray stepped up to the teen and leaned in so that his thick shaft rode inside the steamy crevice between Pete's quivering buttocks. He dry-humped the kid for a matter of only a few seconds before pressing the head of his shaft against the buttered brown raisin. Pete exhaled a loud sigh as the huge bulbous head sank between the folds of his trembling ass lips and filled his hot fuck channel. Ray was in no mood for a slow, comfortable screw; the expert cock sucker had gotten him all worked up and now he desperately needed to unload his bloated, burning balls. Gritting even white teeth, Ray thrust his trim hips forward and fiercely drove his rod all the way up Petie's rectum. Skin violently slapped against skin as his pelvis made contact with the boy's firm flesh; his thick bush tickling Petie's spread ass cleavage. Not even affording the kid a moment to become accustomed to his girth Ray yanked his big cock out of the deep fuck hole and quickly slammed it back in. His own tight butt cheeks dimpled as he heaved into those cock-scouring, dick-loving ass walls time and again. With every ounce of his ample strength straight-Ray showed the cute teen faggot what a man fuck was really all about! Curly-haired Pete's eyes were practically thin, tearing slits as he gnashed his teeth and tried not to howl from the ferocity of the rough fuck he was being thrown. He could feel the big, fat cock sliding through him, reaching new, uncharted depths and churning his sloppy guts. How he wanted to hump his ass back against the macho fucker--to reach behind himself and spread his bruised cheeks even wider. But there was no let-up; Ray mercilessly forged onward like a man possessed by some unleashed sexual demon. None of the many basketball boys--or toilet tramps--had ever fucked young Petie like this before! In fact, he realized, up until now he'd never really known what it meant to be totally and satisfyingly fucked by a real man! Grabbing him by the hair again, Ray snapped Petie's head back and leaned in to snarl nastily into his ear. "It's my little brother you've always wanted doing this to you, ain't it, Petie? All them times the two of you get sweaty out on the basketball court, I'll bet you go inside your room and jerk off thinkin' about Joey fuckin' the livin' shit outa you. His fat dick's prob'ly just like mine.big dicks run in the family. Fuck, you prob'ly already know..you prob'ly been sneakin' looks at it for years, you little queer." "I....don't.....know...." Petie managed between each deep, hard thrust of the man's bludgeoning weapon. "Tell me about it," Ray persisted. "Tell me how you want my little bro's dick!" In his already highly aroused state Ray was becoming even more turned on by the image of his macho younger brother banging hell out of Petie Stavros' prostate. He knew Joey was as hetero as they came; that the boy would never even entertain the thought of letting another guy get his rocks off. But the idea of Joey dominating his buddy the way Ray dominated big bi Jon was a mind-blowing aphrodisiac for him. "Oh, yeah!" the kid bellowed as the hot cock charged in and out of his asshole. "Joey...so hot...big fuckin' dick..so good..feels so good..fuck my ass, Joeeeeeeeey..FUCK MEEEEEE!" He was beating his fists on the counter top and his smooth face rocked from side to side in the pool of saliva which had accumulated there. The big man was slamming into his guts so ferociously that, each time he trust forward, poor Petie was raised up on his toes and nearly propelled through the cabinet work. The "Joey fantasy" seemed to provide additional fuel for both their libidos; Petie wondering to himself if the man might even be using him as a substitute for his younger brother's boy hole. The image of an incestuous tryst between the two hot Italian/Puerto Rican brothers caused forbidden thrills to escalate throughout his young, slender body and churn the cum already boiling over in his scrotum. Ray fucked the boy with long, powerful strokes, using his masterful cock like some sort of relentless battering ram. He could feel every ripple of Petie's mushy rectum walls as he plunged into the teen's murky depths. His fat, one-eyed crown pushed aside tissue and membrane, rearranging the kid's insides to make way for every ounce of his grade-A man meat. It was almost mind blowing the way young Pete's slick love tunnel seemed to just swallow him up without any hint of difficulty. >From the way he was grunting and groaning it was obvious the curly haired fag loved a rough fuck, which only served to encourage Ray to increase the ferocity of his almost-savage onslaught. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Ray cranked up the speed and humped the living hell out of the neighbor boy's yielding ass. His hips kicked into overdrive, his fat dick a mere blur as it rammed the juicy fuck hole with renewed frenzy. They were both sweating profusely; Petie moaning so damned loudly now that granddad next door could very well have heard him. The huge man dick was pounding away at his prostate and poor Petie could feel the reverberations all the way up in his throat. He just couldn't stand it any longer; wanton rapture was gonna drive him clean out of his cock-lovin' mind! His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his entire body was tingling like he was suffering some low-voltage electric shock. His knuckles had turned white from the tight grasp he kept on the edging of the Formica counter top. There came a rush to his head, his face flushed, his eyes rolled back in his head and Petie momentarily thought he was about to lose consciousness. With a loud squeal his young gun exploded, shooting wads of boy scum against the lower wooden cabinet doors. In his orgasmic frenzy, the muscles in Petie's rectum clenched tightly around the huge dick flogging away up his ass. It was Ray's turn to let out a guttural moan of delight as warm, rhythmic waves of pleasure enveloped his agitated shaft. Jon's experienced asshole hadn't ever clung to him so damned tightly as this kid's was doing now. He could feel every one of Petie's spasms as if he were experiencing the orgasm with him! The way his sweet ass was alternately clutching and momentarily relaxing around that sexed-up cock, it was as if Petie was milking him from within! When Pete had settled down, and the cumming had ceased, Ray started in to fucking him again. But it didn't last for long. In less than a minute he felt that old familiar chugging in his tight, muscular body. His head fell back on his shoulders and his mouth opened wide releasing a loud, masculine cry as his nuts erupted. A virtual geyser of white hot cum blew from his hose, dousing the fire way up there inside Petie's guts. Every muscle in his hunky body had tightened, thick cords standing out from the strain of one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced. His cock scum kept coming in a seemingly endless supply, filling the young boy's orifice to overflowing. Finally, mercifully, his sac emptied and, after a few moments, Ray stepped back from the well-fucked teen. His huge, wet sex slipped out of Petie's hot hole with a tell-tale sloshing sound. Backing up against the adjacent counter, he bent at the waist with hands on knees, panting heavily and trying like hell to catch his breath. Petie stood, cum trickling down the insides of his thighs, and turned to face the man who had just given him the fuck of his life. Could it be that the hung stud looked even hotter now after sex than he he had before? Bathed in sex sweat, every muscle on his strong body appeared even more pronounced than normal. His strongly cut mid-section heaved in and out with his rapid breathing. Ray was peering out at Petie through the soaked strands of curling hair which had haphazardly fallen over his brow, making him look all the more darkly appealing. Finally he managed to speak. "Petie, I--I dunno what ta say-- I dunno what the hell got into me--" A mischievous smile spread across Pete's lips as he stepped forward, dropped to his knees and took Ray's slowly deflating cock into his mouth. He cleaned the entire organ, tasting cum residue; sweet, salty butter flavor; and the juices from his own asshole. Astounded, Ray watched him without protest, strangely appreciative of the boy's attentiveness. Finally, almost reluctantly, Petie released the beautiful cock and set about retrieving his scattered clothes. "Nothing to worry about, Mr. G," he told the married stud as he slid into his shorts. "Nobody has to know. This is just between you and me, two guys who happen to've been horny at the same time." Ray ran a thick forearm across his brow, swiping away rivulets of sweat as his heartbeat steadied. "Okay, Pete. Not a word to Joey--or my wife." Petie snickered. "So long as you don't go tellin' my Grandpa--or my Dad! It's a deal!" "No worry of that," Ray smiled lopsidedly. With his still-semi-hard leading the way, he approached the boy, playfully ruffled his curly hair with one big hand and led him to the back door. Before stepping out into the cool, late-afternoon air, Pete turned back to the hunk one last time. "Hey, who knows, maybe we'll both get horny again sometime." Ray's dark eyes were twinkling, but he shook his head. "I don't think so, Petie. I don't think that would be a good idea." The teen merely shrugged his shoulders and stepped off the back stoop as the sexy, nude neighbor shut the door behind him. With a whistle on his lips and a new spring to his step, Pete made his way out of the yard and onto the sidewalk. As he passed the front of the Giagianno house, he could have sworn he saw the curtain move, as if the big-dicked man was watching him strut over to his grandparent's house. Smiling to himself, Petie had heard what Mr. G had said about their lack of a sexual future. But he'd also noticed the way that fat dick, which refused to go all the way down, had made an excited little jump at the prospect. Sometimes actions spoke volumes over words.