Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2017 10:49:19 -0500 (EST)
From: jon royale <jonroyale@optonline.net>
Subject: Straight Buddy Ray 27:What Friends Are For

STRAIGHT BUDDY RAY #27: WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR
JRoyale
July, 2012

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Often times there is a price for pleasure, as young RJ Giagianno learned that
late winter of his seventeenth year. At first he was on top of the world
anxiously awaiting his upcoming graduation from high school and advancement into
college life. Although he'd been accepted at prestigious Drexel in
Pennsylvania, RJ wasn't thrilled with the prospect of distance from his circle
of friends. Instead he opted for nearby Monmouth University down the Jersey
shore. His parents were alright with the plan, especially since tuition wasn't
nearly as costly there. RJ planned to take it easy these last remaining months
of his school term and enjoy himself with his buds over the summer before taking
up residence at Monmouth. Little did he know the upheaval awaiting his young
life.

It started just before dinner hour that frosty February evening. Cathy
Giagianno was in the kitchen preparing the family's meal while her husband, Ray,
attended to some plumbing issues in the bathroom. The younger children were in
front of the television in the family room and RJ was upstairs in his bedroom
texting his buds. The peaceful family atmosphere was abruptly violated by the
incessant ringing of the doorbell followed by repeated loud thuds as someone
hammered against the front door. Cathy came out of the kitchen in a near run,
drying her hands on a towel with a look of consternation on her face. She was
halted by her husband who motioned her back and took charge.
Ray threw open the door, surprised when he saw Officer Rick Parker standing
there. Off duty and dressed in his street clothes, Parker had an ugly scowl on
his otherwise handsome face.

"Parker!" Ray exclaimed with a frown, "what the fuck are you banging on the door
like that for?"

"We got business," Parker spat out. He made a move to pass Ray and enter the
house but Ray stretched out one big arm and planted his hand against the door
frame to halt him.

"First you need to calm down," Ray told him. "Then you can tell me what this is
all about."

Parker's nostrils flared with labored breathing, his eyes had a wild, almost
frightening look to them and his face was beet red. "My Sheri, she's pregnant!"
At that same moment RJ, alerted by the commotion, had come part way down the
staircase. Parker instantly saw him and became even more agitated. Pointing a
fat finger at the teenager he declared, "He's the one! Your son's the one that
fucked my Sheri pregnant!"

Ray turned his head toward his son and instantly knew it was true. RJ had the
sheepish look of the guilty. He glanced at his wife, alarmed to see the color
had gone completely from her face. She was nervously wringing a towel in both
hands. Turning back to Parker he ordered, "RJ, go back upstairs. Now!"

"I wanna hear him say it!" Parker shouted. "I want him to admit he fucked my
little girl!"

"RJ, I told you to get upstairs," Ray repeated. But RJ found himself unable to
move. He was rooted to the spot and flushed with embarrassment.

"SAY IT!" Parker roared---and RJ did.

"Yes, sir," the high school senior replied evenly. "Me and Sheri have had sex
lotsa times over the past few years. I'm sorry, sir."

Parker was speechless for a moment. He appeared as though someone had suddenly
doused him with a bucket of ice water. Swallowing hard his eyes pierced through
the good looking athlete. "Sorry? You're sorry you fucked my Sheri? That's
it!"

RJ shrugged. "I-I don't know what else to say, sir."

Ray put out a hand. "Okay, that's enough! Seems my son and I have a lot of
talking to do."

"If he was of age I'd smash in his face!" Parker threatened.

"He's seventeen and you're not," Ray reminded him sternly. "I suggest you go
home and talk this over with your daughter like I'm going to do with my son. If
he got your daughter pregnant his mother and I will see to it that he accepts
responsibility for his actions."

Parker wasn't one to be put off easily but even he knew there was nothing more
to be gained by his presence on the Giagianno doorstep. Pointing a finger over
Ray's shoulder again he angrily declared, "You'll be eighteen soon enough, kid,
and then you'll deal with me!" He then turned on his heel, jumped in his car
and noisily peeled down the street.

Ray had sown enough wild oats in his day to know he'd be hypocritical to berate
his son for chasing pussy. And who was he to judge his son? In fact, the boy
was conceived in an out-of-wedlock bedroom tryst with the older Cathy.
Apparently RJ was following in his own footsteps. Visibly upset by these
events Cathy declared "like father, like son" and left the matter in Ray's
hands. Treking up to the bedroom for a much needed father-son chat, Ray
pondered how much Cathy had changed over the past few years. It seemed from
the time of her hysterectomy the fight had gone out of her. While they remained
together and---if he had any say about it---always would their marriage lacked
any real communication anymore.

RJ admitted his dalliances with Sheri Parker, revealing that she was always a
willing participant, but carefully omitted everything else. Sheri was a pretty
little thing and Ray had to admit to himself that if their roles were reversed
he'd have been banging the pert cheerleader. RJ didn't tell his father he
wasn't the only one sampling the pleasures of Sheri's much-frequented snatch.
Despite everything, he liked Sheri and felt the need to protect her. If her
father was this pissed about the pregnancy he could only imagine how the man
would react if he knew Sheri was the athletes' favorite plaything, taking on all
the boys in an orgy of budding teen flesh. RJ couldn't be absolutely certain
that he was the father of Sheri's unborn child---but there was always the
possibility that his sperm had seeded her womb.

Sheri was already three months pregnant when, at the suggestion of her best girl
friend and confidant, she broke the news to her mother. It took Mrs. Parker two
weeks before she got up the nerve to reveal the truth to her husband. Rick
reacted badly, as he always did. He badgered Sheri until the crying girl
finally broke down and named RJ Giagianno as the boy who had taken her precious
cherry. Although technically Chucky Johnson was her formal boyfriend and would
have been the likely candidate, Sheri also saw this as her chance to finally
have the much sought after RJ for her own. She'd loved him from afar for
years---but RJ was never interested in having a steady girl. In her immature
mind she saw herself married to RJ, raising their child together and being happy
the rest of their lives. Whereas RJ was doing his best to protect her
reputation, Sheri was selfishly determined to ensnare him.

The other boys were mortified at the news. Each knew they could easily have
been the sperm donor that impregnated Sheri. Charlie Fitzpatrick was so
horrified at the prospect that he might have, yuck, gotten a girl pregnant that
Timmy Taylor had to smack him across the face to calm him down. Each saw their
young, carefree existence jeopardized if Sheri happened to change her story and
name one of them. Timmy reasoned the girl would never let her father know there
had been anyone other than RJ leaving the boys feeling reasonably safe. They
all applauded RJ for taking one for the team although, as the months dragged by,
RJ became less and less sure of his actions. Would this new event spell an end
to college and the future he'd seen for himself? Would he be relegated to
pumping gas at a service station and changing diapers at age eighteen?

The fear of what they might have done ran so deep in the boys that all, with the
exception of Timmy, swore off pussy for awhile. The way young Timmy figured it,
with his buds out of the picture this just left more snatch for him. But he
reluctantly donned a sheath before each of his conquests. It didn't feel quite
as good, and he sure wasn't crazy about it, but at least he could be reasonably
sure another teen nymph wouldn't get knocked up.

Charlie suddenly found himself a real popular guy, getting plowed at least twice
a day by one of his jock buds. Between classes he was getting fucked under the
stairwell, in the rest room, the janitor's closet and a variety of other places
at school. The bus ride to and from school found Charlie on his knees between
someones spread thighs chowing down on desperate teen dick. Later, under the
pretext of doing their homework together he, Chucky Johnson and Ishmahel often
engaged in a trio of nut-busting sex locked behind the bedroom door at one or
the others home.

It was on one such evening that a dejected, but desperately horny, RJ found
himself stepping up onto the rickety porch attached to Leon Taylor's shack. The
Taylors were dirt poor and lived on the seedy side of town, but RJ had taken a
liking to Leon years ago and the two were the best of buds. Leon's mother
passed away a few years back and his father, old Rufus, worked nights doing
janitorial duties at the strip joint a few towns over. The boys often passed
the evenings together doing homework, watching the television (although in shack
town there was no cable service) or shooting hoops into the net attached to the
back of the house. Certainly no stranger RJ no longer even knocked upon his
arrival; he just opened the door and let himself in.

"Lee," he shouted, announcing himself.

"In here," came the other teen's voice from his small room in the back of the
cluttered shack. Passing through, RJ figured the place could do with a woman's
touch. Evidently neither Taylor man was much good at housekeeping. Entering
Leon's bedroom he found the boy seated on the bed, his back up against the
headboard and his long legs lazily stretched out in front of him as he tried to
make sense out of the history book held open in his big black hands.

"What's up?" RJ greeted as he hopped onto the bed alongside Leon, shoulder to
shoulder and legs crossed at the ankles.

"C'aint figger this shit out," Leon sighed dejectedly and handed RJ the text
book. RJ spent the better part of the next hour explaining the chapter to his
buddy in terms that the boy could easily understand. Leon wasn't the brightest
kid in the senior class and it was in great part due to RJ's tutoring over the
years that he might even manage to graduate. The future, however, didn't hold
much more for poor Leon. College was out of the question; taking a job as stock
boy at the local grocery store was more than likely.

When they'd completed the lesson and tossed the books to the side the boys
talked over their day. They'd both been opposing captains on the basketball
court today. Leon's team came out victorious. Eventually a lull came to their
conversation and Leon, sensing a sudden distance in RJ, was fairly certain he
knew why.

"Anything new with Sheri?" he asked in a low voice.

That snapped RJ out of his reverie. "No, bro. Nuthin'. And I don't want to
talk about it, okay?"

"Sure, Ray-J. We don't have to if'n you don't want to."

But RJ obviously wanted to share something else with his best buddy. "It's just
that I'm so fuckin' horny all the time!" To emphasize the point he grasped the
bulge in the front of his jeans and squeezed it in desperation. "Ever since
this thing with, you know, Sheri I've kinda shied away from pussy."

Leon nodded. "We all have, bro."

RJ snickered, "Well, not all of us. Timmy keeps bragging about all the cooch
he's been getting."

"He won't be braggin' when he's a baby-daddy," Leon reminded him.

"You ain't kiddin'," RJ acknowledged. "For all we know, he might already be.
None of us can be sure which one of us knocked Sheri up, dude."

"True that," Leon admitted. "But ain't you been tappin' Charlie in the
meantime? I knows I have or else I'd be goin' crazy needin' to get off."

"I fucked him this afternoon in old man Wilson's science lab," RJ announced.

Leon whistled. "In the science lab? Hot damn, Ray-J!"

RJ snickered. "The old fuck doesn't lock up when he's got free period so me and
Charlie snuck in there and I plowed him up on the prep table. His ass was all
loose from the fucking he'd just taken between periods from Dwyer."

"Dwyer's been fuckin' Charlie?" The whites of Leon's eyes bulged comically in
their dark sockets. Dwyer was the mean-spirited, dimwit janitor at their school
who reminded them all of a gorilla. Tufts of hair bounded out of the neckline
of his uniform front and back, matching bushy sideburns, uni-brow and the unruly
mop of hair on his beastly head.

"Where you been, bro? All school year he's been pumpin' Charlie. First time he
hauled Charlie into his supply closet when Charlie was on lav pass and fucked
him right then and there. Charlie bein' Charlie, he's been goin' back to get
some janitor dick ever since."

They both laughed over this revelation. But their good spirits were
short-lived. RJ was hornier than ever talking about Charlie's sexual exploits
and Leon realized that he'd begun to sprout a hard-on during the telling of the
tale.

"Guess my dick's just used to getting pussy every now and now," RJ mused, "and
misses it real bad."

"Then rubber it up and go get you some," Leon suggested.

RJ shook his head. "Can't, bro. Every time I think about doing it I remember
what we've done to Sheri. How we've messed up her life and our own. And then,
I just can't!"

"But you still horny?"

"Fuckin-A, bro! I'm so horny right now I could burst!" With that he slipped a
hand under the waist of his loose-fitting jeans, wrapped a fist around his
sizeable weapon and gave it a hardy squeeze. "Ah, fuck, I need to get off!"

Leon smiled knowingly. "I heard that. Could do with pumpin' out a load,
myself." With that he pressed a long-fingered hand over the mound in the front
of his low-slung, over-sized jeans and gave it a healthy squeeze. RJ's eyes
widened interestedly when he saw Leon take hold of himself like that. His mouth
suddenly gone dry, he swallowed hard and felt a rush of exhilaration course
through his body as he focused on the big black hand. Leon spoke, startling him
out of his momentary reverie. "What say we jerk ourselves off? Rufus at work
and we alone, bro."

Unable to find words, RJ bobbed his head in agreement. Both teens quickly
unzipped fashionably over-sized jeans and kicked them down to their ankles.
Two hard cocks strained against white cotton briefs, a wet spot showing on
Leon's where the tip of his joint pulsed beneath the restraining material. RJ's
mouth went dry as he observed the steamy member outlined against the other boy's
underwear. He knew Leon's dick was a beaut, a good three inches shy of his own
cunt-buster, but awfully pleasing to the eye in its own right. Ever since he'd
first seen it slipping in and out of Sheri's pink pussy, then later excavating
Charlie's tight asshole, RJ found himself fascinated by his best friend's piece.
Getting excited over another guy's dick was something new to him and made him
feel somewhat uncomfortable but, try as he might, he just couldn't stop thinking
about Leon and his nine inch chocolate cock. He didn't think that way about his
other buddies.

Even Charlie, the kid he'd almost single-handed turned from a skinny, sissy
dweeb into a nicely-toned little athlete and was RJ's personal fuck buddy,
didn't stir up the feelings in him that Leon did. Charlie was just a hole.
Well, actually, two holes, which were ready to please him and just about anybody
else at the drop of a fuckin' dime. And since this thing with Sheri's pregnancy
and the rude awakening they'd all had Charlie was getting his fill from most
everybody. One good thing about Charlie: none of them could knock him up.

Trembling slightly, RJ squeezed the huge bulge raising his briefs. Slipping a
thumb under the elastic waist band he lifted it up and out and his massive
hard-on sprang into view, slapping heavily against his taut belly. Holding the
briefs down around his heavy egg-sized nut sac RJ ran his fist up and down his
throbbing twelve-inch schlong.

As much as he admired Leon's prick, Leon felt pretty much the same about RJ's
gargantuan dong. As many times as he'd seen the thing it still made his eyes
widen in astonishment. No seventeen-year old on the cusp of eighteen should
have a cock bigger than most grown men. It reminded Leon of a life-like model
of one of those destroyer dildos he'd seen advertised in one of Timmy's fuck
magazines. Absolutely perfect in its symmetry with an awesomely thick
circumference Leon knew he couldn't even encircle the girth with his long b-ball
player's fingers. It arced up beautifully from RJ's loins with a lattice-work
of twitching veins just far enough beneath its smooth surface to keep it from
looking obscene. Despite its heavy weight RJ's cock was amazingly able to hold
itself up mighty and strong on its own accord, unlike some of those porn-studs
who required a tight grip around the meaty base to sustain erection. Perhaps
only an artist come close to depicting the perfection of the awesomely shaped plum-sized
head capping the studly bull meat, its deep slit already gaping open and oozing its first
gush of youthful pre-cum.

Leon grinned and shook his head in amazement. "Ray-J, you got a dick like a
brutha. You sure you ain't got some black in your family tree somewhere?"

"Dunno," RJ responded. Then, mustering up some bravado, "Take yours out so we
can see what one looks like."

Leon gave a full toothed smile, always aware that RJ liked looking at his big
black dick as much as he enjoyed ogling RJ's monster. Leon dragged his briefs
down and hooked them under his low-hanging nut sac. The slight widening of RJ's
darkly lashed eyelids when he finally got another look at the naked cock wasn't
lost on Leon, who proudly displayed his package to the other teen. RJ
worshiped Leon's large erection with lust-filled eyes. The basketball jock's
whanger was a solid nine inches from stem to stern with the shaft boasting an
impressive thickness. The huge nut sac casually dangling over white briefs and
the fat base of the powerful piece were so dark in color they emanated a
purplish hue. As RJ's eyes traveled up the shaft he noted how the shades
gradually altered from purple-black to polished mahogany to creamy chocolate and
then, about an inch before the widely flared head, muddy pink. A thick bush of
kinky black pubes,nearly the same texture as the boy's hair when he didn't buzz it all off,
created an intoxicating nest around the root and liberally swarmed about his groin.

They were so very close to each other on the bed that the slightest movement of
their bodies caused their legs to brush together. A slight gasp escaped RJ's
parted lips when he felt the heat from Leon's stretched limb against his own
youthfully muscular leg. Leon detected a mild flinching from his buddy but when
RJ did nothing to move away the black boy boldly threw his leg over RJ's own.
An anticipatory film of sweat broke out on RJ's brow as he looked Leon in the
eye for affirmation, then reached out for the dark cock. Up until a few months
ago he would never have been so daring. But after the teen orgy in the school
showers when they'd brazenly man-handled each other the unspoken taboo had been
broken.

RJ squeezed Leon's prick in the palm of his slightly trembling hand, enjoying
the way it felt to his touch. Unhanding it for a brief moment he spat wetly
into his eager palm and returned it to his buddy's boner. With his fingers
nearly closed around the heated shaft he began to stroke his fist up and down
the chocolate rod.

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Leon gushed with a toothy smile brightening his
dark face. He wasted not a moment in licking his own palm and taking RJ's
monster in hand. RJ whimpered and his randy young dick surged with lusty need,
growing as hard it it had ever been. It proved quite a work out for Leon's arm
muscles, stroking up and down all twelve inches of RJ's teen meat. He was
spurred on by the awesome sensation of the other jock manipulating his own
turgid piece.

Huge cocks throbbed in sweaty palms as the teens flogged each other, their toned
bodies stretched across Leon's bed. Before long both were heavily leaking
pre-cum from their respective piss slits. RJ's especially was like an unending
rush of gooey fuck lube liberally coating Leon's brown mitt and allowing him to
more easily glide over the Giagianno boy's massive inches. RJ's desire mounted
as he watched the gleaming trail of jizz ooze from Leon's dark hole and wash
over his rising and falling fist. Then Leon's palm was at his face, offering
him a taste of his own juice! After the briefest of hesitations RJ's tongue
lolled out and he greedily licked his pre-fuck lube off the other boy's hand,
even sucking each individual finger into his mouth to scoop it all up. RJ
returned the favor to Leon, feeding the jock a sampling of his rich nectar
before taking a taste of his buddy for himself.

Their lips hungrily came together with neither one guilty of initiating the
torrid kiss. Hot tongues plunged into wet open mouths, seemingly probing for
each others tonsils. They sucked hard at one another, driven by a lustful
desire. The taste of co-mingled semen was ripe on their tongues as they mashed
their mugs together with desperate passion, tongues doing a fevered dance and
mashing mouths trading warm spittle. RJ chewed on Leon's thick lower flapper
and valiantly attempted to devour his kisser. Both jock teens moaned deeply and
sexily, neither willing to release the lip lock or their firm grip on each
others leaking cock.

Overcome by teenage hormones gone wild RJ knew the time had arrived to throw out
his inhibitions and take what he'd been craving for a long while. Up until now
he'd been uncertain of Leon's reaction but after the things they'd done with
each other---and were doing now---it left little doubt the black jock wanted the
same as him. Even while doubling up on Coach Webb in his office over the past
few months their eyes were always on each other. Webb was merely the vessel
through which they enjoyed one anothers sex. Leon wouldn't judge him. He
wouldn't spread tales around school of RJ's new found hunger for buddy cock and
tarnish his jock reputation. They were the closest of friends---and about to
become even closer.

As RJ tore his kisser away from Leon's smacker a sea of spittle dripped from
both their overly passionate lips. In a shot the Latalian youth's face was down
in Leon's groin swallowing the blunt gooey hood of his dark erection. His
stubbly tongue washed over and around the fat crown while he levered some hot
suction on the tasty beast. His smooth cheeks hollowed as he seemingly
attempted to force every last drop of pre-cum straight up through the shaft from
Leon's churning ball sac. The heady taste of the other teen's love juice was an
intoxicant for RJ, who secured his lips around the chunky flange and feasted
like it was his last meal. Clasping his fist around the huge shaft he rapidly
jerked it up and down while he enjoyed his first taste of cock.

"Dude, that's so awesome!" Leon gushed breathily as his big black hand came to
rest on the base of RJ's neck and explore across his youthfully muscular back
under the t-shirt he wore. His Latalian buddy might lack the experience of
Charlie Fitzpatrick but he sure was making up for it with raunchy enthusiasm.
Saliva laced with abundant pre-cum was dripping from the other teen's lips and
running over and under the fist gliding up and down the shining organ, some of
it pooling in the kinky thatch at the strong base. None of their other buddies
would believe golden boy RJ Giagianno capable of going down on another dude's
dick, yet there he was sucking and slurping on Leon's cock head like it was the
tip of a melting fudgesicle.

Moaning appreciatively, Leon threaded his fingers through RJ's short dark hair
and gently applied some pressure to coax him to take more. RJ groaned
sluttishly as his wet lips slid over several inches of warm, thick cock. He
could feel the mushy head throbbing against his palate as it continued to spew
lazy surges of pre-cum on the back of his tongue. RJ's lips nibbled at the
shaft while he tickled the underside with the tip of his mouth muscle and forced
himself to swallow more. Soon more than half of Leon's donkey dick was buried
between his lips and knocking against the back of his throat. While continually
jerking on the remaining four inches RJ began bobbing up and down on the
chocolate cock, twisting his head from side to side with wild abandon as he gave
Leon a heated mouth fuck.

Frisky action between the teen jocks had raised the heat level in the small
bedroom in the back of the ramshackle dwelling. Suddenly feeling balmy Leon
lifted his team-logo t-shirt from his body and tossed it to the side, then
helped RJ out of his. With cock in mouth RJ's eyes raised upward to appreciate
Leon's smooth defined torso, much like his own, and the deep purple man-teats
capping his flared pectorals. His hand ventured up to knead the exposed mound
of teen muscle and playfully tweaked the hardened, rubbery nub between two
fingers. His actions had an instant effect on Leon. The black youth's body
squirmed anew and he uttered a deep moan as his head fell back against the head
board. Sensing the other boy's satisfaction, RJ really gave the hard tit a
working over while he more voraciously slurped on the big black meat.

RJ attempted to mimic every technique slutty Sherri and cock whore Charlie had
ever used on him. Although this was his virgin voyage the high school jock had
desired his buddy's dick for a long time and was putting all his pent-up
fantasies into the actual moment. He knew he'd never be able to swallow the
whole thing down to the bristly pubic patch like Charlie could---least wise, not
right away---but RJ stuffed his face as full of Leon's fuck stick as he was
able. He aggressively face fucked the dark tool until he could barely breathe,
then allowed himself a few moments to recoup while he licked all around the
neglected bottom portion. RJ painted the huge dick with warm, frothy jock spit,
causing the black majesty to shine in all its splendor. With a long swipe of
his tongue RJ collected the seemingly endless flow of pre-cum steadily oozing
from Leon's fleshy cock slit and smacked his lips as the pungent goo satiated
his taste buds. He lapped around the big head, the taste of Leon's teen meat, sex
sweat and ball juice driving him even deeper into a bottomless pit of lust.

"Aw fuck, Ray-J," Leon groaned huskily, "you got me so fuckin' hot and horny,
dude! Suck that big black dick! Don't quit suckin' it, bro!"

Encouraged by Leon's gushing approval RJ went back down on the dick with renewed
gusto. Almost as if it was Christmas and he was a kid with a new toy RJ
explored every fleshy inch of the succulent cock with his lips, tongue and
mouth. He even managed to go a bit further, swallowing the head into his throat
before he had to sputter and choke it up. But that didn't deter RJ. Now that
he'd taken the plunge he was determined to go the extra mile with the awesome
prick which tasted so fucking good in his mouth. Continuing to suck on the
meaty pole he managed to bunch up Leon's briefs in his hand and drag them down
the teen jock's legs. Leon kicked the briefs off, rendering himself completely
nude and lazily spread his long black legs apart in front of him. His hefty
ball sac fell heavily between his thighs, rich with a combination of RJ's saliva
and his own pre-cum which dripped down his long rod. RJ took the sac in the
palm of his hands and kneaded it almost too roughly, causing a kick to Leon's groin but
the other boy failed to complain. RJ fondled each nad between his fingers, wondering how
they could produce the vast amounts of seminal fluid he was constantly sloshing around his
mouth and greedily swallowing.

While RJ royally worked him over, Leon's black paw traveled down the Latalian
boy's contoured back and over the slopes of his tight and rounded ass globes.
For the first time in their friendship Leon realized what a fine ass RJ had on
him, the kind of ass built for taking a hard fuck. Leon licked his full lips at
the prospect and wondered just how far his buddy would go. Sucking dick was one
major accomplishment but would the highly popular school jock ever go for taking
a dick up his gorgeous ass? Perhaps one day, although most likely not today.
It was too soon in their new found sexual experimentation to approach the
prospect. But, just to address the possibility, Leon ran his hand up the small
of RJ's back then glided down again, this time sliding his thick middle finger
into RJ's undulating shit ditch. RJ had a deep crack surrounded on both sides
by sloped buttocks and Leon ventured undeterred into the formerly forbidden
territory. His hand worked up and down, the long digit probing further into the teen's split
with each visit until he felt the fleshy bud with his finger tip.

RJ shivered when Leon touched his suddenly quivering hole. A sense of fear
swept over him, quickly followed by a rush of exhilaration. As Leon's finger
played with his love bud RJ involuntarily ground his ass against him. Leon used
his other hand to brazenly spread RJ's hard butt cheeks and allowed several more
fingers to wander into the peach-fuzz lined crack. RJ hummed his pleasure on
the musky cock meat but drew the line when Leon attempted to push a finger
inside.

"Nuh uh, dude!" he said and Leon quickly retreated. It wasn't that he didn't
want to take Leon's dick up his ass. RJ had always wondered what made Charlie,
Chucky and Ish---even Coach Webb---go positively ape shit when they got balled.
And RJ was certain his big macho father, the last guy you'd expect to get butt
fucked---was getting it from "Uncle" Jon. He'd caught them once in a casual 69
and naturally assumed they did much more than just suck dick. Now that they'd
gone this far RJ really wanted to get fucked by Leon, even wanted to fuck his
chocolate ass in return. But when that happened he wanted to know exactly what
he was doing; he didn't want to have to pussy out on Leon at the last minute.
Better to get some experience before he gave his ass up to his best buddy.

Mildly disappointed that he'd been shut down Leon decided it was high time he
share some of RJ's obvious enjoyment with cock. Maneuvering his body parallel
to the other teen he yanked RJ's briefs free and scooted in close so that the
monster dick was looking him right in the face. Swallowing back any reluctance,
Leon took hold of the massive meat by the base and stared it right in the eye.
It was a formidable piece, heavy in his palm and breath taking in its natural
male beauty. With a look of dazed fascination on his good-looking brown face
Leon slowly stroked his Latalian buddy's monster cock. RJ whimpered and shifted
about on the bed the moment Leon made contact with his fat boy. He thrust out
his hips and the bulbous cock head brushed against Leon's lips. The basketball
ace knew he had to have a taste of RJ so he parted his puffed-out flappers and
swiped his long tongue over the sticky dome. RJ's entire body shivered and he
moaned around the
black cock lodged deep in his face hole. Leon rolled his tongue around in his
mouth sampling the flavor of RJ and, deciding he liked it, wasted little time in
going back for more. His tongue glided over and around the plum-sized head
lapping up the free-flowing pre-fuck juice. Leon decided it must have something
to do with their youth because RJ leaked every bit as crazily as himself. His
tongue tickled the bundle of nerves just under the head of the chunky mushroom
and probed between the folds of RJ's oozing piss slit. Maybe it had everything
to do with the fact that it was his best buddy's rod he was orally worshiping
but Leon came to the stunning realization that he actually liked cock. With
that thought in mind he stretched his jaws wide and swallowed the warm bulb into
his mouth where he nursed it more effectively.

Coming off Leon's prick RJ stroked the spit-shined member with a tight fist and
gazed down his prone body. It was quite a sight to see his big unit between
Leon's twitching lips. "Fuck yeah, Lee. Suck my cock, bro!" he gushed
breathily.

Leon grinned back at him and let go of the captured beauty long enough to
respond, "You just get your own mouth back to work, Ray-J."

With renewed incentive RJ did exactly that. The handsome athlete gobbled up
Leon's black flesh pole like he'd been starved for dick all his life and was
making up for lost time. He pulled the fat cock deep into his mouth, tasting
ceaseless pre-cum as it drained down his throat, then slid upwards to the
majestic crown. The young buck worshiped the plump head, shining it with gobs
of frothy spittle, before noisily plunging down on it again. RJ attempted to
widen his gullet like he'd felt both Charlie and Sheri do when they swallowed
his gigantor but there was only so much he could take before he began to choke.
Nevertheless he refused to give in to the gag reflex and managed to take the
head and a bit more into his throat, fully aware his eyes were tearing miserably
and snot was leaking from his nostrils while he held it there for as long as
possible. Coughing it back up a sea of saliva washed down over the ebony shaft
and drenched Leon's sac. But RJ remained undeterred and, soon as he caught his
breath, went right back to work on the pulsing cock.

On the distaff side of the sweet savage sixty-nine Leon's full purple lips were
parted impossibly wide to accept the enormous head and a few fat inches of RJ's
throbber. His mouth made nasty sucking sounds as he became more aggressive with
the magnificent prick. His dark fist, slick with spittle, pumped the
extra-thick shaft while lips and tongue played over the tangy portion captured
in his mouth. It was one fine cock and Leon felt almost privileged to be having
a go at it. The black youth sloppily slurped on his buddy's cock meat,
attempting to mimic all the glorious things RJ was doing to his own prick.

Grasping hold of Leon's pear-shaped buttocks RJ rolled fully onto his back,
pulling the black teen atop him in the process. In this position Leon braced
himself on his toes and began pumping his cock in and out of the other boy's
mouth pussy. RJ groaned appreciatively each time the long black dick sunk into
his face and began clawing at Leon's ass with blunt fingers to urge him onward.
Up for the challenge Leon was soon fucking RJ's handsome face with full forceful
strokes. His cock head breached the other teen's throat, slamming all nine
inches home while RJ bucked and kicked on the sheets below him. All the while
he kept up with his wet suction on the big cock twitching in his own mouth.

Obscene sex sounds filled the tiny room in the dingy shack while bed springs
squealed and teen flesh collided. Leon's low-hanging nut sac threatened to
blacken RJ's eyes each time he plunged full-length into the superstar's
overly-challenged throat. RJ gagged, coughed and sputtered but refused to let
go of his greedy grip on Leon's bucking ass. Leon himself was swallowing even
more of RJ's wonder, now slobbering over half of the foot-long monster. It was
hard not to with RJ's hips gyrating wildly and forcing more dick into Leon's
succulent mouth.

Leon's lips felt so great on his fat stem that RJ just held back his head,
opened his mouth wide and let the b-ball black ravage his throat as roughly as
he wanted. Just so long as Leon continued to chow down on his randy meat. The
big black cock packed his jaws again and again, the big steely knob plowing deep
into his ravaged throat. RJ's hands bruised Leon's butt cheeks, kneading them
as roughly as Leon was fucking his face. He spread them apart and his fingers
traced the sticky, bouncing butt hole of the other boy. Suddenly he found
himself filled with desires he'd never before entertained. He wanted to shove
his face into Leon's ass and eat him out the same way he'd eaten Sherri's pussy
on many an occasion. He wanted to slick up his dick and ram it up Leon's hole
and fuck him as ferociously as he was having his throat fucked. He wanted to
sit down on Leon's lap and slide that big black dick up his jock hole and ride
it like a pogo stick.

RJ continued to claw at Leon's bung hole undaunted. Suddenly, before he'd even
realized he'd done it his middle finger popped inside the warm folds of Leon's
ass. Leon let out a yowl, the vocal reverberating wildly against RJ's
sensitive cock. That was all it took to throw the teen into a wild orgasm.
Thrashing about on the bed he pumped great gobs of ball's warm teen cock juice
into Leon's mouth. At the same time Leon reacted to the invading finger
quivering against his prostate and blew his load straight down RJ's throat.
Both young bodies heaved against each other in their mutual orgasms. Leon's
cock came up from the depths of RJ's throat to spew its pungent seed on his
buddy's rapidly lapping tongue. Fresh semen coated the insides of their mouths.
It didn't seem as it would ever cease. They each had to swallow quickly to keep
up with the tasty flow. In another surprising moment RJ realized that he liked the taste of
his buddy's cum load. Even after Leon had finished ejaculating RJ squeezed the
black dick from the base on up to suck every last drop out of it.

They fell on their backs next to each other thoroughly spent. As rapid
breathing gradually came back to normal the boys focused on one another. Big
smiles crossed their equally attractive, cum-smeared faces. RJ dove across the
bed and, pinning Leon beneath his strong youthful body, licked joy juice from
his dark face before mashing his lips against his buddy's. It was a hungry
kiss, full of wonder and a new found passion. They tasted themselves in each
others mouths and giddily shared their treasures. Finally tearing his lips from
Leon's RJ gazed down at the black youth with a shit-eating smile on his face and
comically flexed his eyebrows.

"What do ya say, Lee? Wanna do it again?" Leon gave him a full-toothed grin
and playfully wrestled with the teen athlete amid the sweaty sheets as their
cocks roared back into steamy action.



On the other side of town Joey Giagianno had his calloused construction worker's
mitts immersed in soapy water as he cleaned the evening's dishware. The dumb
lug wasn't a fan of domestic chores but it was only right he clean up after
himself in someone else's home. A few months had passed since he dejectedly
showed up on Jon Kingston's doorstep after packing a duffel bag with his few
belongings and deserting the condo he shared with his now-estranged wife.

>From the beginning he knew things weren't right in their marriage and was
frustrated with Tracy's lack of interest in a sexual relationship. It took her
brother, Brian, to open Joey's eyes to his wife's duplicity. Armed with the
knowledge of the sneaky little scheme she'd concocted with her dyke friend Joey
confronted her. Cool as a cucumber, Tracy admitted everything---even her
lesbian involvement with Samantha. Angry as he was to discover his wife
preferred snatch to her own husband's cock Joey kept his cool. It was something
of a relief to learn Tracy wanted nothing from him other than a divorce. She
was even willing to sign her interest in the condo over to him. Joey declined;
he could never again live in the place after what she'd put him through the past
few years. He merely went into the other room, packed his bag and left, but not
before snidely commenting over his shoulder that he hoped she'd be happy
munching pussy the rest of her life.

The plan had been to crash at his brother's home for the evening. Ray had a
full house between himself, the missus and all the kids so it could only be a
temporary fix. But when he discovered his brother wasn't at home Joey trotted
across the street and rang Kingston's bell. Big Jon was just about to retire
for the evening when Joey came calling but one look at the handsome young man's
long face was all it took for Jon to know Joey needed a friend. They stayed up
until well past midnight talking over the situation. Joey found Jon to be
thoroughly supportive and felt much better after their conversation. In fact,
he slept quite soundly in the guest bedroom that evening. It was, perhaps, the
first good night's sleep he'd had in a while.

Joey accepted Jon's invitation to take up residence there. The former Davidson
home was a big old place with many rooms, much too much for Kingston alone. He
wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even Joey knew that Kingston's
motives weren't entirely unselfish. Kingston had missed tapping his nice
bubble butt in all the time that'd passed since that unfortunate business with
sleazy Javier Santiago. Jon was a bit concerned about Ray's reaction to Joey
living under the same roof as the man who'd taken his younger brother's cherry.
Their relationship had been tenuous after the revelation and had only recently
begun to heal. As it turned out Ray was outwardly supportive of the move
although Jon sensed a hint of reticence on his part.

Joey's libido hadn't abated one bit and in no time the two were fucking like
rabid dogs. Not used to having a willing participant under the same roof Joey
took full advantage of the husky older man's assets. Jon might have initially
thought he would re-stake claim to Joey's gorgeous ass but Joey was the one who
turned out to be the aggressor. Joey took him at every available opportunity.
It got to be that when Jon bent over to pick up the morning paper from his porch
he half-expected Joey to be shoving his fat randy throbber up his chute. Joey
had become a real fuck machine and, after all the times the young stud had been
denied by his bride, Jon wasn't about to deny him. He rather liked this new
Joey.

Joey had just finished drying the last dish when the door chimes sounded.
Wiping his hands on a nearby towel he padded down the short hallway to the front
entrance. Although it was late winter Joey was casually dressed in sweats, the
sleeves cut off at the shoulders and the pants cropped just below the knee caps.
Cold weather didn't affect the muscular jock, who was used to working outdoors
in all climates. Turning the knob Joey threw open the door and stood there with
a look of surprise on his handsome features.

"Scotty!" he greeted. "What the fuck?" He took the hand of the other young man
and then they threw their arms around each other.

"Hey, Joe. It's been awhile," said the good looking blond haired arrival.

"Come in, come in," Joey gestured with a big hand and closed the door behind
him. "How'd you know I was here, dude?"

"Was in the neighborhood and just for the shits I stopped over at your brother's
place. He told me you were living right across the street here," Scott
explained.

Joey beamed a pleasant smile and good-naturedly smacked Scott on the shoulder.
"Glad to see you, man. Come on in and sit down." Joey led his guest into the
cozy living room where they sat next to each other on the big, overstuffed sofa.
"It's been a long fuckin' time, man. I think we've seen each other, what, maybe
twice since the wedding."

Scott's good looking face took on a serious note. "Yeah, about that. I stopped
by your condo a few months ago and Tracy told me you two broke up but she didn't
know where you were living. Sorry 'bout that, Joe."

Joey waved him off. "Don't be sorry. Best thing coulda happened. Shoulda
never married that cunt." Then, "What about you, Scotty? You a married man
now?"

"You know if I took the plunge you'd have been there, Joe. We were best friends
all through high school---you, me and Jackson."

"Jacko!" Joey's face lit up. "Haven't seen him in a long while either. You
keep in touch?"

"Keep it touch? We work together. Out at the prison. Went to school and
became corrections officers."

Joey whistled. "No shit? Corrections officers?"

"Yeah," Scott went on. "Jackson's engaged but it's the longest fuckin'
engagement I ever saw. Me, I just broke it off with my steady a couple weeks
ago."

"Dude, I'm tellin' ya, better off without 'em," Joey announced. "I've been
miserable as all hell the past few years. Feel like a big fuckin' weight's
been lifted off my shoulders."

"And pretty big ass shoulders they are," Scott teased, taking a hand hold on one
of Joey's rounded marvels. "Still keepin' your self buff, eh?"

"You don't look no different from our football days either, Scotty."

"Every day after our shift me and Jackson are at the gym workin' out," Scott
told him.

Joey slapped a hand on Scott's beefy thigh. "It's so fuckin' good to see you,
man. We gotta all three of us get together. Maybe play a little ball or
somethin'."

"Definitely." Scott took in the vast room and commented, "Nice place. Where's,
uh, what's his name?"

"Jon. He's away. Visitin' some friend in upstate New York. Got the place all
to myself 'til Monday."

"I think I remember him from the bachelor's party," Scott said. "Big guy.
Middle aged. Salt and pepper hair. Not a bad lookin' dude."

"Yeah, that's him," Joey agreed. "Big fuckin' arms on him even at his age.
Guy's like a muscle freak."

"I talked with him a bit at that titty bar we all went to that night. What was
the name of it?"

"Bud's," Joey recounted. For a moment the evening flashed before him. It was
the first time he was introduced to the private glory hole hidden in the back
and a place he'd continued to frequent up until recently.

Scott instinctively saw the reflection in Joey's eyes and pressed him. "There
was that kid there, too. Don't even know he was old enough to drink. Curly
hair. Greek, I think."

"Petie. Petie Stavros," Joey informed him.

"That's it! He still around?"

"Goes to college somewhere in Florida but he comes back every once in a while,"
Joey responded. Then, curiously, "Why?"

Scott shrugged. "I dunno. Jackson was wondering what ever happened to him."

"Jacko was?" Joey's thick brow furrowed.

"C'mon, Joey," Scott laughed nervously and slapped his thigh. "Surely you had
to have known about Jackson fucking him out in the parking lot that night."

Joey's jaw dropped. Certainly he had known all about Jackson's tryst with Petie
but he was surprised Scott was in the loop. "How'd you find out?" he asked
measuredly.

"Jackson told me. Bragged about how good it was." Then, pointedly, "But not as
good as yours. Now that, he said, was prime male muscle pussy. I gotta tell
you, Joe, you're somethin' else. Getting banged by one of your best friend's at
your own wedding reception. I'm just wonderin' why I got left out."

Shock registered on Joey's handsome features. "Jacko's got a big fuckin'
mouth," he finally managed.

"Hey, Joe, it's okay. Honest. Fuck, I'm glad I found out." His hand was on
Joey's thigh, squeezing the muscular swell. "When Jacko told me, hell, I had to
find out for myself what it was like."

Realization made Joey's eyes widen in wonder. "You mean....you and
Jacko....you're....FUCK BUDDIES!"

"Fuckin'-A!" Scott declared. "Who better than your best friend? Every damned
chance we get, dude. He fucks me. Then I flip him and fuck him. Awesome shit!
Better even than pussy."

Joey was dumbstruck at the revelation and realized he'd sprung a massive
erection. The cotton material of the cropped sweat pants did little to contain
the large protrusion which failed to go unnoticed by Scott. The light haired
quarterback's hand shot out and took hold of the bulging excitement, sending
waves of pleasure throughout Joey's suddenly heated loins.

"Been wantin' to do this ever since I first heard," Scott announced with heavy
breath. "Damn, Joey, you got a big fuckin' dick! Shoulda known from the looks
of the rest of you, stud." And then, before Joey even knew what was happening,
Scott had him in a serious lip lock. The other man mashed his wet mouth against
Joey's, shoved his tongue inside and practically lapped at his tonsils. It was
all happening very fast and quite unexpected but Joey, always up for tagging a
new fuck buddy, quickly succumbed. His big, working man's hand came up to take
Scott by the side of a smooth cheek and he eagerly returned the hot manly kiss.
Tongues dueled in a torrid tango as they swapped spit and ate each others face.
Scott stuffed a hand inside Joey's shorts and took hold of his warm cock while
Joey snaked a hand up under his buddy's shirt and grabbed on to a meaty nipple.
Wet sucking sounds accompanied deeply masculine, almost animalistic, groans.

Finally breaking the introductory kiss Scotty hastily tugged off his own shirt
revealing a nicely defined torso with just a snatch of blond fuzz in his
pectoral cleavage. He assisted Joey in removing his tattered, sleeveless sweat
shirt and ran his hands over the Giagianno stud's muscular arms and bulky chest.
"Damn, Joe, you're built like an ox!" he marveled before diving in to latch his
mouth onto one of the half-dollar sized nubs crowning the rounded pec. He
lapped, sucked and chewed on the one while twisting the other, causing Joey to
squirm on the sofa, and then gave the same treatment to its twin. Responding to
Scott's ministrations, Joey's nips were standing at attention now and thick as
the tip of a pinky finger. Scott feasted as though he were going for milk while
Joey leaned back against the sofa and took him by the back of the head, clawing
his fingers through the short blond hair.

Scott licked a trail down Joey's lean torso, swirled around his navel and yanked
down the shorts to reveal the majestic penis contained therein. He wrapped an
anxious hand around it and gave it a few strokes while he visually inspected the
piece with lust-crazed eyes.

"That's one fat dick, Joe. Fuck if it don't get even fatter half way up! And
this cock head must be the size of a plum!"

"Tracy always said it was too big for her," Joey revealed huskily.

Scott screwed up his face. "Fuck her! This dick is gonna feel real good
poundin' up my ass!" Joey's jaw dropped and eyes widened just as Scott dropped
his face between the spread of Joey's hairy thighs and started slobbering all
over his meat. Scott's excited tongue skittered up and down, around and over
the stupendous shaft of his brawny buddy leaving the entire organ glistening
with his spittle. Grasping a hand tightly around the thick base he paused to
watch the veins throb to the surface and the thing slowly turn a shade of purple
as its blood supply was thwarted in his stranglehold. Shaking his head in
wonder he gushed, "Damn, that's one handsome dick" before leaning back in and
washing his tongue over the throbbing head. Easing his grip he allowed life
sustaining blood to flow more freely through the powerful unit while he licked
and sucked on the enormous cock bulb.

Scott groaned appreciatively when his taste buds were rewarded with the first
wave of Joey's luscious pre-cum. He dug the blunt tip of his tongue as deeply
into the folds of Joey's piss hole as he could and lapped up the freely flowing
nectar. Resting on his side on the sofa with legs sprawled akimbo, one flat
and the other bowed upward with its foot resting in the crook of its twin limb,
Scott fumbled with his zipper and pulled away his briefs to release his manhood.
Grabbing hold of his throbbing prick he gave it a bit of self love, using his
thumb to rub slippery pre-cum around the head and lubricate the shaft. Joey got
a look at Scott's fuck tool and was impressed with what he saw. His buddy had
about seven inches of hot dick which looked just thick enough to ream an ass
good. While Scotty worked both their cocks Joey slid a big rough hand down the
seat of his shorts and dug thick fingers into his fuzzy trench. Scott trembled
when Joey's thick middle finger located his sticky hole and began toying with the
wrinkly folds of flesh. Joey brought the digit up to his mouth and sucked on it,
tasting the essence of Scott and making it nice and wet. He returned it to the
hot hole, quickly prodded in up to the second knuckle and began finger fucking
Scotty's ass hole with quick, rabbit-like movements.

Scotty whimpered at the erotic sensations as Joey worked his spasming hole.
Ravenously slurping on the mouth-watering fuck tool he sucked his way down to
the flared midriff. Yawning his mouth wide open Scotty worked his lips over the
hot, thick bulge little by little until, after a series of muffled bellows, he
successfully managed to swallow it in. With over half of Joey's thick fuck
hammer buried between his tortured lips Scotty felt knotted on the beautiful
bloated dick. It would take some doing to release the super sized girth; he
might be pleasurably docked with Joey's dick until the ex-football star shot his
wad and eventually went limp. Not that Scotty was complaining. Jackson's dick
was a real pleaser, but Joey's tool was something else indeed! Just the thought
of what that monstrous midriff might feel like busting into his fuck hole was
enough to make Scotty gulp the rest of the thing straight down to the short
curlies and engage in a lusty, no-holds-barred blow job.

With a throaty sigh Joey's head fell back against the sofa and he began gyrating
his pelvis in time to Scotty's fevered sucking. His middle digit worked more
heatedly in and out of Scotty's tight asshole, soon to be joined by a partner.
Scotty growled in satisfaction as two of Joey's fingers, nearly equaling the
thickness of a stiff dick, felt around inside him for purchase. His jaws ached
from being stretched so incredibly wide by Joey's huge manly girth but Scott
valiantly sucked on. He was beating his own meat and squirming around on the
sofa, bucking his ass up against Joey's hand and feasting on the delicious jock
cock.

Being an equal opportunity partner, fully capable of giving as well as
receiving, Joey suddenly found himself hungry for a taste of cock. Withdrawing
his fuck fingers from Scotty's backside he took hold of the tow head and yanked
him off his groin. Joey's big dick plopped out of Scott's mouth with an audible
pop and, licking the sides of his wet lips, looked up at the big lug
expectantly.

"Stand up, Scott," Joey ordered. "I want some dick."

Scott nearly fell over himself kicking out of his jeans and taking position in
front of Joey. The darker haired man perched himself at the edge of the sofa,
leaned forward to take Scott by the hips and slurped the bawdy cock down to the
root in one fluid movement. If Joey hadn't been holding on to him Scott might
have toppled right over on weakened legs. With the cock head buried in his
throat Joey's tongue slathered around the hairy base before, one swallow at a
time, he came off the piece. Holding it around the root Joey concentrated
strictly on the head for awhile, licking, nipping and sucking at the sensitive
knob. His eyes were at dreamy half masts, the thick dark lashes framing them as
he feasted on Scotty's tasty meat. His thick wrist moved as he stroked the
length of meat while chowing on the crown.

Scotty stared down, mouth agape, almost as pleasured by the sight of the
handsome jock mouthing his dick as he was by the actual blow job. Joey sucked
cock like he'd been doing it all his life! It was as if he knew every fraction
of an inch of another man's anatomy and the exact spots to bring it maximum
pleasure. Joey worked all the pleasure points on Scott's cock head, nearly
bringing him to orgasm before he pressed palm against the shaft, held it up
against Scott's torso, and gave some attention to the neglected scrotum.
Joey's tongue lapped at the silky, peach-fuzz coated sac, growling low in his
throat when he inhaled the musky aroma coming off them. His lips played over
the loosely hanging scumbag, liberally coating it with his saliva. He gave
individual attention to each heavy, cum-filled nad, slurping the stone into his
mouth while he sucked and chewed on it. Scott's entire body shuddered with
excitement as Joey worshiped his tingling sac, which soon responded by tightening
up between his legs.

Once he had the scum-filled bag primed and boiling Joey redirected his attention
to the main vein. Shoving Scott's prick back into his mouth Joey commenced with
all-out oral assault. Throwing his bull-like neck into it Joey's head shot back
and forth, riding all seven inches with his face. With thick pink lips pooched
out and shadowed cheeks hollowed he fucked the dick with his wet mouth, all the
while working it from within with his rapidly swirling tongue.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Scott moaned, taking Joey from behind the head and thoroughly
enjoying the ride. His high school buddy was better at giving head than anyone,
or anything, Scott had ever had the pleasure of slipping his dick into before.
The stud was like a pig for cock, riding his wet and warm lips over the rock
hard shaft as though his life depended on it. Again Scott marveled at the
masculinity and muscularity of the stud, amazed that a guy like Joey would be so
adept at man-sex. Fleetingly he wondered where in heck Joey had learned to do
the things he was doing. But he only had a moment to ponder, because Joey's
mouth muscle was already causing his dick to spasm and it would be only a matter
of seconds before he got a taste of Scotty's spunk.

Once again Joey proved that he was skilled at bringing a man to the brink and
knowing when to back off. Ripping himself off the cock with a throaty "Yeah!"
he gave it a few more strokes, then a hearty slap.

"Turn around, dude. I wanna eat your ass," he announced sexily. Scott's jaw
dropped but he quickly turned his back on Joey. Joey's big hand slapped his ass
cheek and he shouted, "Hut! Hut! Hike!" and Scott quickly assumed the position,
spreading his legs, placing hands and knees and thrusting his ass out at Joey.
With wrists thrust outward Joey clawed open Scott's butt cheeks to expose his
pink fuck hole. Chuckling at the way it pulsed before his eyes Joey knew his
buddy was up for a good tongue lashing. Heck, what dude had he ever known who
wasn't? It was somethin' their honeys surely wouldn't do for them; it took a
buddy to treat another man's ass right.

Joey took one long introductory swipe of his tongue through Scott's hot crevice.
Pausing for a moment to cluck his tongue around in his mouth and savor the
flavor Joey decided he liked the way Scotty tasted. Of course, he'd never
encountered one he hadn't. Scotty tasted fresh and clean with just an
intoxicating tad of male funk thrown in to really turn Joey on. Joey returned
for a few more wet licks, his own cock doing an excited little jump each time
the surface of his tongue ran over Scott's quivering bud. Like a dog he worked
the trench from the first indentation at the base of Scott's spine right down to
the base of his nuts.

Scott was in pig heaven, head thrust back and blue eyes rolled dreamily up in
their sockets. Nobody had ever tongued his ass before, not even Jacko.
Fingered as a prelude to a fuck, sure. But never licked. It felt fucking
great! And knowing it was husky Joey back there doing the deed heightened this
new found pleasure.

With Scott's trench nice and slick Joey concentrated on the ring of muscle,
working it with the blunt tip of his tongue until he'd broken through the
pucker. Scott gasped when Joey's tongue slithered up into his ass and began
doing all sorts of delicious things to his insides. Undeterred when Scott's
sphincter spasmed and clutched at the invader, Joey excavated the steamy inside
of the buffed blonde's ass. He had his handsome face right there in Scott's trench,
his day's growth of bristly beard brushing against the other stud's smooth ass cheeks.
His nose and mouth were buried in Scott's ass, the tongue plunging now in and out of
the hole. Joey twirled around the rim before stuffing his mouth tool back inside and
madly fluttering it about. All sorts of guttural sound came from deep in his throat
and Scotty thought sure he'd cum just from the eating.

All too soon Joey pulled his face from Scott's rear and fell back on the sofa.
Scooping up his legs under the back of the knees he spread his legs wide apart,
exposing his hair-lined crack and said, "Your turn now, Scotty. Eat out my
ass!"

Scott had never done anything like that before, short of eating pussy once in a
while. But looking at hunky muscular Joey lying there, big hairy lumberjack
thighs wide open and his huge cock pulsing pre-cum onto his taut torso, Scott
found himself excitedly dropping to his knees and returning the favor.

"That's right, buddy. Lick the crack. Feels real fuckin' good. Better'n
pussy, aint' it? Oh, yeah, dude, that's it. Tongue that hole. C'mon! Shove
that tongue up that ass!" Then, grabbing Scott's hair and lifting his face out
of his trench to look him in the eye he went on, with a devilish wink, " If you
eat it good, I might just let you fuck it!"

Joey's nasty speech prompted Scott to shove his face into the hair-lined ass
cleft and chisel his tongue up into the hot, tasty hole. Scott wormed his
tongue as deeply as possible inside his buddy's ass and moaned appreciatively
when he felt the sphincter tighten around him. He flicked it around the
clutching cavern, frenching the handsome hole. Joey was grinding his big,
bubbled ass back against Scotty's face and jacking on his fat hog while the
blond ate at his buffet. Scott was barely conscious of the fact that his own
cock was rigid as steel and harder than it had ever been before.

Like a ravenous pig Scott withdrew his tongue, spat heavily on the target and
licked all along the hot crevice. Forming his lips around the pulsing pucker he
probed with the tip of his tongue and sucked on the hole, whimpering as he
tasted Joey's ass juices. Plying his palate with gobs of spittle he used his
tongue to push them inside Joey, making the ethnic stud's mancunt even slicker.
Aroused even further by the musky scent emanating from Joey's heavy ball bag
resting on the bridge of his nose and tickling him with its dark hairs Scott
gloried in his new-found experience and ate Joey out with wild abandon.

Joey writhed and bucked on the sofa. He was a sucker for a good rim job and
Scotty was turning out to be quite good---even if he was a novice. He better
than anyone knew what a mutual turn on it actually was. Joey had sucked enough
man ass in the past few years to be rated an expert in the art. These days,
however, he was being more selective about his fuck buddies and it was high time
Scott showed him the stuff he was made of.

"Dude, throw me a fuck!" he commanded. "I want your cock up my ass!"

Mildly astonished by the bold invitation Scott scrambled to his feet and
positioned himself over Joey's hunky body. His arms stretched over Joey's head
to grip the top of the sofa for balance as his frame sloped above Joey, toes
digging into the rug behind him. Joey's dripping ass hole was right at the edge
of the cushions, pulsing obscenely while the blond shifted to locate the desired
target. Joey assisted by grasping Scott's hard on and positioning it at the
lusty portal. Hot waves of desire consumed Scott when he felt Joey's moist
quivering ass hole up against the tip of his horny cock. He ground forward and
sighed as Joey's hole spread around his invading member. Scott was surprised at
how easily his throbbing prick slid into the moist, satiny chasm. Buried to the
hilt he felt Joey's insides grab hold of his dick and rhythmically milk it. It
was almost as if there was another mouth way up there sucking him off from
within!

Looking down between their bodies Scott focused on the point of contact, his
blond bush pressed tightly up against Joey. It was hard to believe he had his
dick up inside Joey Giagianno, the butchest player on their high school football
team and that the handsome stud was urging in that deep voice of his for Scott
to plow him good. Consumed with a primal lust he eased back, watching inch
after inch of his slick dick squelch free of Joey's clutching cunt until only
the head remained. Joey's sphincter held his crown in a vice-like grip under
the ridged frenum, as if unwilling to release the pleasure pole. Scott pumped
forward again sending all of his seven inches deep into the jock's muscular ass.

Joey slapped his big hands against Scott's pecs, cupping them in his calloused
palms and roughly tweaked his erect nipples. "None of that pussy stuff, Scotty.
Throw me a real man fuck!" he snarled.

"You asked for it, stud!" Scott shot back menacingly. Drawing back his lean
hips he pulled most of his stiffie free and then abruptly slammed with
everything he had into the clenching man cunt.

"Fuck, yeah!" Joey bellowed, his blunt fingers twisting and turning Scott's
sweaty tits like they were controls. "That's it, fucker! Ride my ass!"

Scott pounded away at Joey, thrusting his dick deep into his slick guts with
every forceful stroke. Joey took every one like a champ, even pounding his
clenched fists against the blond man's pec mounds to egg him on further. Scott
was like a mad pile driver between Joey's wide spread, hairy legs ramming his
fuck muscle into the hot, slick socket. Joey's slimy chute alternately
constricted and contracted, sucking hotly at the battering ramrod. Scott
grunted with each thrust. His muscular body was slick with a sheen of sex sweat
and his heart was pounding maddeningly in his chest. Joey's ass was doing
things to him that he'd never before imagined. It was unquestionably the best
fuck he'd ever had, bar none!

Joey roared with primal pleasure as all seven inches of Scott's rigid meat
savagely rammed into his muscle ass again and again. The randy prick went deep
into his squirming glove every time and sent rapturous vibrations soaring
through his innards. He wiggled his hips, effectively causing the big impaler
to stroke him from a variety of pleasurable angles. Scott's big, cum-laden
balls slapped up against him each time, adding to the delirious sensation of
being fucked by his high school chum.

Scott heaved onward, driving his manhood in and out of the moist, hot asshole
with reckless abandon. He was panting heavily, sweat was dripping from his body
and he found himself struggling to hold himself over Joey. He could feel his
nut sac crawling up between his legs and feared that, all too soon, he would
reach a wild climax and end the hottest fuck of his life. But Joey wasn't about
to let this session expire quite so soon.

"Get the fuck offa me!" he commanded, his big hands on Scott's strained arms.
Puzzled, Scott nonetheless complied. Joey's eyes rolled upwards as he
experienced the exquisite sensation of inch after inch of hot dick evacuating
his hole. The sensitive head popped wetly out of the manly pucker and Scott
collapsed to his knees on the floor between the tempting spread of Joey's legs.

"My turn!" Joey announced and Scotty suddenly realized what the other stud had
in mind. He was going to get fucked by that thick throbber wetly slapping up
against Joey's taut belly. A flash of fear flickered in the blond man's eyes
as Joey moved from the sofa and tackled Scott to the floor. Scott quickly came
up on his elbows and watched as Joey reached beneath the sofa and extracted a
clear plastic container from its hiding place. With a chuckle and a wink of his
eye Joey presented the bottle of lube to his fuck partner.

"Jon keeps the stuff all over the place. Never know where and when I might
want to fuck," he announced. Scott gave a nervous little laugh in response and
watched expectantly as Joey flipped the cap with a big thumb and squeezed some
of the clear liquid onto his fingers. "You're gonna need this. Now lift them
fuckin' legs, bud!" Nervous excitement welled up in Scotty as he raised his
limbs and took hold of himself behind the knee joints to hold them steady.

Joey flicked his heavy eyebrows and smacked his lips. "That's a fine lookin'
ass you got on you, Scotto. This is gonna be good!" He dove his face in
between Scott's wide spread legs and gave the hot hole a quick tongue lashing to
get it nice and wet for the upcoming event. Scotty would have been content with
Joey eating his ass the rest of the day but the dark haired stud came up all too
quickly and replaced his tongue with the lubed fingers. Joey rubbed his big
calloused thumb around Scotty's winking hole before abruptly plunging it into
the ass. Scotty gasped and bucked but Joey, undeterred, proceeded to rotate it
around in the grip of the sphincter. When he'd gotten it loosened up a bit he
replaced the thumb with two other fat fingers, sliding them deep into the fiery
rectum. Scott's asshole spasmed around the thick digits as they methodically
moved in and out of him. His dick was standing up rigidly from his groin and
leaking copious amounts of precum. He could feel those fingers twisting and turning
as they drilled through his man hole. Their eyes remained locked throughout the finger
fuck, seemingly challenging the other to either take or give more.

With his big cock aching so much he could barely stand it a moment longer, Joey
withdrew and pumped a generous amount of lube onto Scott's wriggling butt and
coated his own weapon with the slick stuff. Scott held his breath when Joey
scooted up between his thighs and nudged the blunt head of his impressive dick
against the wet pucker.

"You ready, buddy?" he asked with a goofy grin plastered on his handsome face.

"Fuck, yeah!" Scott answered breathily. "Just take it easy, Joe!"

"Easy's for girls, dude," Joey scoffed. "You're gonna get fucked like a man!"
And with that he thrust forward and broke into Scott's snug bunghole, burying
his huge cockhead between the twitching lips. Scott's sphincter clutched at him
and tried to strangle his manhood but Joey's big dick plunged onward, burying
himself up to the ultra-fat midriff.

"FUCK!" Scott wailed, gnashing his teeth and thrashing his head from side to
side on the plush carpeting. Joey's piece was so much wider than Jackson's and
he needed time to get used to it. But Joey was not about to be thwarted in his
fuck mission. He shoved onward, feeling the aperture expand to new proportions
as the widest part of his manhood breached the hole and popped inside. Tiny
tears fell from the sides of Scott's eyes as Joey's excessive girth plugged his
insides. And still Joey kept driving it onward until the hairy root was
captured between the yawning lips.

Joey allowed himself to enjoy the delicious moist heat embracing his
fuck shaft for a moment before he pulled back, watching Scott's cunt lips pooch
dramatically outward when the midriff broke free. He tarried nary a moment,
savagely driving every lusty inch of man meat back home. Scott groaned in
rapture as he felt the big thing traversing through his bowels and punching deep
up inside him. As it pounded against his sensitive prostate Scott's entire body
reacted as though white hot sparks were igniting his asshole. Joey's big boner
ravaged onward, burying itself to the balls in his slippery fuck glove and
refusing to give Scott the briefest of breaks. Every time the thick midriff
passed through his quivering ring Scott groaned in heated passion. It was
unlike anything he'd ever felt before!

Consumed by fuck lust, Joey ceaselessly crashed into the musky depths of Scott's
ravaged rectum. His mind was thoroughly centered on the incredibly tight and
warm asshole. Again and again he fucked the huge helmet back to the clutching
portal and savagely grunted as he plunged back in. Joey could feel the cum
boiling in his hairy nutsac as he pounded into the slimy fuck tunnel. With each
thrust of his deep driving cock he observed the delirious pleasure in Scott's
sex-glazed eyes. Scotty's hands were all over him, feeling the contours and
planes of his powerful chest, tugging at his ripe man teats and challenging him
to an even more furious fuck.

The constant pounding of his prostate ultimately proved to be more than Scott
could stand. As he writhed in ecstasy his steel-hard cock erupted, shooting
wave after wave of pearly cum clear across his upper chest. His insides spasmed
around Joey's prick, offering the darker haired man a special treat as he
relentlessly went on with his torrid fuck. Lost in rapture, Scotty loudly cried
out while the cum was literally fucked right out of him. It was an amazing
orgasm, one which he hoped never to forget.

Joey chugged along, his breathing becoming heavier and deeper with each ass
splitting thrust. All at once the heavy veins in his lumberjack-sized neck and
corded arms bulged out in sharp relief. Joey's gnashed his pearly white teeth
together and his handsome features contorted into a look of blissful agony. He
could feel the blood pounding through his veins and his heart thumping in his
chest. At the crucial moment he yanked his dick from Scott's asshole and fired
the first massive load clear across the other man's torso right up to his chin.
Scott watched slack jawed as volley after volley of man cream flew out of the
gaping piss hole and doused his prone body. Joey's eyes were rolled back in his
head as his body shuddered and heaved, unloading his sperm sac all over his
astonished buddy. Scotty counted six, then seven, massive ejaculations; he
couldn't figure where Joey stored all that man cream. And then, just when he
was certain the muscular fuck had drained himself dry, Joey surprised Scotty by
letting loose with his trademark final surge---a real humdinger that rivaled the first shot.

Thoroughly spent, Joey fell atop Scotty and nuzzled his grizzly cheek against
that of his high school buddy before turning his face to slip his tongue into
Scotty's mouth. Scotty took him hungrily, all the passion of the past few
minutes unleashed in this after-sex man kiss. Still breathing heavily, Joey
cupped Scott's face in his hands and smiled sheepishly.

"That was one hot fuck, Scotto!"

Scott put a hand behind Joey's sweaty head and dug his fingers into the damp,
dark hair. "You ain't shittin'!" Then, "Hey, what you say we give Jacko a call
and tell him to get his ass over here?"

"Hell yeah!" Joey exclaimed, "Just give me a few minutes and I'll be up for a
real high school reunion!"


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