Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2016 13:17:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: BALDWIN & SONS 5 BALDWIN & SONS 5: BLACK BEEF MATTERS by Jon Royale August 2016 The BALDWIN & SONS series is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual situations. Any similarity between actual persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. As with all the author's stories this is for entertainment purposes only and not intended to encourage or promote any activities deemed unlawful in your jurisdiction. Please respect the author's copyright and refrain from distributing this material. The expensive cherry red BMW convertible was parked off the darkened side street in the semi-seclusion of concealing brush and tall pine trees. With the top down Trey Baldwin had his head cocked back as he gazed up at the splash of brilliant stars across the canvas of the clear autumn sky. One arm stretched across the back of the passenger seat while the other tangled in the long, silky hair of the girl giving him a pleasurable blow job. The light breeze brought the tell-tale sounds of other teens hidden in their own private wooded grottos engaging in the same activities in this area commonly known as the town's "lover's lane." The car, a real beauty, was his seventeenth-birthday gift from his parents, a $75,000 trinket of affection for their eldest. Trey, however, had little respect for it's worth. A spoiled rich boy with his probationary driver's license he cared little about the scratches the paint job might endure wedged back there in his semi-private sex cave. All that interested him at the moment was unloading the cum which had been building up in his nut sac all day long. Carrie was a member of the high school cheerleading squad, where one girl was pretty as the next. Trey, a handsome blond boy with a trim, muscular body, had made his way through the entire team more than once. He'd fondled and sucked on their titties, petted and eaten their pussies and even tongued a few of their assholes. In turn he'd received a hand and, on special occasions, blow job from one of the more adventurous. None of them allowed him, or any of the other football and soccer jocks, to fuck their virgin cunts. That was a pleasure to be derived from the bums, the so-called "bad girls." After he'd snacked on Carrie's lunch box and brought her to two loud orgasms, which had elicited howls of approval from nearby fornicators, she'd offered to suck him off as long as he promised not to shoot in her mouth. Trey readily agreed; a blow job from Carrie was golden. She wasn't "his girl," not really. She was a fetching specimen with a fine body and decent tits---but so were all the others. None of them had whatever it was that would make him want to tag them as his one and only. Sure, girls being girls, Carrie would be pissed off tomorrow when he flirted with Marylin Hodges, Viki Dayton, Natalie Rossi or any of the others who'd occupied the very same spot in his car where she was now sucking his Baldwin dick. They all wanted to be with him. And why not? His family was among the wealthiest in town, he was good looking and charismatic, and an admired super star jock. Was. School had only been back in session for six weeks and already Trey's grades were suffering. To further compound his troubles, his performance on the football field wasn't what it had been last semester. The high school Senior was too young to realize that excessive partying was taking its toll. All summer he'd attended one beer party after another, chugging down brews, smoking weed and scoring pussy. After all the fun he'd had he wasn't readily willing to tone things down. Besides, the last year of high school didn't really matter all that much anyway; he'd already been accepted to Drexel University in nearly Philadelphia. Still, he enjoyed his popularity as a superstar sports jock so it was a brutal blow when Coach sat him out of the last game because of earlier poor performance. Even more disturbing was the steady ascent of his brother, Ryan. The Junior tried out and secured himself a spot on the team and had been impressing everyone ever since. Outwardly Trey supported his younger brother but secretly wished the boy had stuck to baseball, where he already excelled. Lately Ryan seemed to be the favored Baldwin. With his spotlight not shining as brightly as before Trey knew he had to do something to reclaim his former position and put Ryan back in place. Next year, when he was a college boy, the kid could take his place. But not now. A sudden tensing of muscles and more rapid pulse brought Trey out of his reflection. Knowing he was poised on the edge of orgasm he took Carrie's head in both hands and held her in place while he pumped his cock up into her working mouth. Bracing himself with the heels of his kicks digging into the floor mat he threw his head back against the seat and, with a strangled cry, spunked into the startled girl's mouth. Protesting, Carrie beat her tiny fists against his thighs and attempted to pry away the hands firmly holding her head. She choked and sputtered as jets of hot jism flooded her mouth. With little other choice the startled girl was forced to swallow some of the thick boy cream. Trey didn't release his grip on her until his orgasm had subsided. Carrie came up gagging, spitting mouthful's of teen spirit over the side of the car. She turned on him, angrily pounding her fists against his arms and chest. "I told you, not in my mouth!" she shouted, eliciting cat calls from nearby lovers. Trey took her by her thin wrists to ward off her blows. "I'm sorry, baby," he said as convincingly as he could muster. "You were so good I just lost control of myself." "Liar!" she spat back at him. "Take me home. Now!" Trey smiled crookedly in the dark as he ignited the engine and put the car into gear. Carrie was all sorts of hysterical. He couldn't really understand why. She ought to feel privileged to have tasted the seed of Trey Baldwin, superstar quarterback. She'd give him the brush off for a few days, maybe weeks, but she'd be back trying to get into his favor. They always did. She slammed the car door when he dropped her at home, indignantly stalking off to the entrance without further word. Trey chuckled as he politely waited for the girl to let herself into the house, wondering if she would encounter her father, mother or twin brother, with his fresh cum scent on her breath. The idea tickled Trey, who reached down and gave his basket a quick squeeze before continuing on to his own home. It was late when he arrived at the Baldwin estate. Everyone appeared to have retired for the evening, which was just as well. Although it was a Friday and school was out for the weekend Trey didn't feel like answering questions about his hours. Stopping off in the kitchen first to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge he quietly made his way up the back stairwell so as not to disturb anyone. Making his way down the hallway he noticed a flickering light coming from the space below his brother Lucas' bedroom door. Lucas: the strange one, totally unlike the other Baldwin brothers. Whereas Trey and Ryan were sports enthusiasts like their father Lucas was a bookworm and tech geek. Even their youngest brother, Devyn, pleasantly surprised all by joining his eighth grade kiddie basketball team and appeared to be the favored player of his Coach, who often held him after school for some one-on-one practice. But Lucas remained secured up in his room doing whatever it is he did on his laptop computer or at the home of his equally nerdy friend, fat boy Ollie Harris. Trey held a special affinity for Lucas, who he considered to be a good kid. Just misunderstood. Trey was the one to defend the boy against hateful bullies at school. He attempted to draw the shy kid out of his shell, endeavored to build similar interests in him, but Lucas was a hard sell. Eventually he decided not to push his brother, allow him to exist in his solitary world and be on hand to support whenever the need arose. Not feeling all that tired, and knowing that Lucas seemed to be the only member of the household awake, Trey decided to pay his brother a late night visit. Trying the door handle, he was not all that surprised to find it locked. Rapping his knuckles lightly against the polished surface, he whispered, "Luke. It's Trey." Trey detected movement from the other side and, after an unusual length of time, the door was opened a crack and Lucas' bespectacled face appeared. "Hi Trey. Is there something you needed?" Trey leaned on an arm against the door frame. "Just gettin' in and realized we haven't talked in a long time." Lucas glanced away, then back again. "M-maybe tomorrow. I was asleep." Trey grinned broadly. "Bro, we both know that's not true. I saw the light from your flat screen under the door. Come on, let me in. Just a few minutes." "Oh, o-okay," Lucas nervously responded, stepping back from the door and allowing his brother entrance. The first thing Trey noticed was the blue hue of the flat screen, indicating that Lucas had shut off whatever he was watching. The second was the unmistakable scent of sex in the air. Trey automatically deduced that his brother had been whacking off to some porn while the rest of the Baldwin's soundly slept. With a big, knowing smile spread across his handsome face he threw himself on his back across Lucas' bed and tucked his arms behind his head. He easily noticed Lucas' hands crossed over his crotch, obviously concealing the erection under his sweats. "Dude, it's cool," Trey told him, coming up on an elbow. "I do it twice, sometimes three times a day if I have to." Lucas swallowed hard. "What-what do you mean? Do what?" "You know," Trey responded with a knowing smile, mimicking with his hand the motions of masturbation. "Sorry I interrupted." "N-no," Lucas was shaking his head violently from side to side. "It's not like that." "Sure it is," Trey insisted. "Perfectly normal. I'm sure Dev's doin' it already, too. It's what we do once we hit puberty. The juices are flowing and have to be released. Nothing to be ashamed of, bro." "But---" "What were you watching?" Trey went on. "Weren't snooping in my room and found my stash, did you? I mean, it's okay if you did. Just ask next time, alright?" "No, Trey, I wouldn't do that!" Lucas was aghast. "Take your things, I mean." Trey's eyes went instinctively to his brother's DVD player and, seeing that it wasn't powered on, make another deduction. "Something from the 'net, then? So easy to find jack-off material there. I can hook you up with some passwords if you want." Lucas' eyes shot to his laptop on a nearby desk. "No, Trey, honest. It's nothing like that." Trey's brow wrinkled. Sensing that something was troubling the boy, he asked, "What is it, Luke? Something's had you all worked up for weeks now. What's going on? You know you can tell me, trust me." Lucas bit his lower lip and, after a moment of indecision, it all came rushing out. "Oh, Trey, I've just got to tell somebody. I thought I could handle it, take care of it. But I can't on my own." Sure, he'd already confided in his best friend, Ollie. But, realistically, what could the other boy do to remedy the sensitive situation? He trusted Trey more than any other member of the family, with the possible exception of his mom. And this certainly was something he could not share with her. The sound of real fear in his brother's voice caused Trey concern. Sliding his body across the mattress he swung his legs over the side and sat there in front of his frightened brother. Taking hold of Lucas' arms to steady him and he said, "Tell me, Luke. Get it off your chest. We can work it out. Together." "It's Lombardo!" the boy blurted out. "Ah, Lombardo!" Trey responded knowingly, instantly relaxing. "You're still nervous about him being in the house." Lombardo was the ex-convict handyman who'd been given a room in the lower quarters of the Baldwin home while he worked on the estate. "No, no. It's not just that," Lucas protested. "It's what they do. Down there. In the pool house. All over." "They? Who's they?" "Ryan. Dad. And others. What he makes them do." Trey shook his head, confused. "Wait! What are you talking about? What does he make them do?" Lucas' voice dropped, conspiratorially. "The best way is to show you." "O-----kay," Trey responded slowly, not certain where this was all going, but becoming increasingly concerned for the sheltered boy. Lucas moved over to his laptop, pressed some keys and directed his brother's attention to the wide screen. There was a blip and then the screen was filled with the image of two figures, a white and a black, fucking. Only it wasn't the kind of fucking Trey was used to; these two were men. And, on closer inspection, Trey realized one was his younger brother, Ryan! His mouth gone dry, heart in his throat, Trey managed, "Where did you get this?" "Get what?" It was Lucas' turn to be confused. "This footage," Trey responded, his eyes failing to leave the screen. "It's not video," Lucas told him, coming down to sit heavily on the bed beside him. "It's live streaming." "L-Live?" Trey's head shot over to look his brother in the face. "You mean this is going on right now?" Lucas nodded slowly. "Right downstairs, under our noses. Where it's been going on all this time. In Lombardo's room. Ryan is lured down there just about every night. And he's not the only one......." Miles Baldwin balked at first when Lombardo announced a former prison mate was coming to visit. The cocky convict failed to even ask, just casually mentioned he'd be entertaining a weekend visitor. The subject was fresh out of the slammer and needed a place to stay for a few days while awaiting a ride. Things at the Baldwin estate were already dangerously out of hand with one ex-con in the house without adding another to the mix. Miles profusely objected. With that ever-present wry smile on his ruggedly handsome mug Lombardo calmly reminded the master of the house of the nice little arrangement they had going on, hinting at the damage a disclosure would bring to the father and son. It infuriated Miles to know the former inmate held such potentially destructive information over his head and was now, for the first time, using his sexual hold as a form of blackmail. Still, Miles knew he couldn't allow the culprit to gain the upper hand. Lombardo had it good on the Baldwin estate. His parole officer seemed pleased with the situation and, realistically, where else was he going to go that would be half as luxurious as his present accommodations? Deciding the risk was worth standing up to extortion, Miles challenged the man. Lombardo merely responded with that self-satisfying smirk which infuriated Miles. Only hours later Miles observed Lombardo in conversation with his wife out on the back deck. His heart thundering in his chest, Miles rushed out to interrupt Lombardo's confession. Delia seemed in good spirits, unlike a woman who'd just discovered that her husband and son were engaging in illicit homosexual sex with the hired help. There was a mischievous twinkle in Lombardo's eyes as Delia announced to him that Lombardo's friend would be bunking in the pool house over the weekend. The miscreant had deliberately usurped Miles' authority and sought permission from the lady of the house that, he knew, was sensitive to the plight of parolees. Later that evening, with a few martinis under his belt for added courage, Miles confronted the wrongdoer in his downstairs room. Lombardo seemed amused by Miles' indignation, all the while knowing his hold over the entire household grew stronger and stronger by the day. He allowed Miles to rant for a while before grasping the blond man by the wrist and bringing his hand to his ever-present bulge. That simple act stunned the irate house-husband into momentary silence. Hooking an arm around the back of the rich man's head Lombardo forced their mouths together and engaged Miles in a hot and hungry, lip-bruising man-kiss. Miles' resolve quickly dissipated and in moments they were both stripped bare and lying across the convict's bed, where Lombardo proceeded to give the married man a powerful, authoritative, toe-curling fuck. When the visitor arrived a few days later Miles' apprehension was renewed. He was huge, a giant, at 6'7" or 6'8" with a brutish physical form. Bulky muscularity threatened to break free from the black T-shirt stretching over his thickly corded chest and the worn jeans clinging to his bulging thighs. His head was shaved; the only facial hair he sported was a little scruff just under his chin. He was black as midnight and had a broad, flat nose with widely flared nostrils and huge, fat pink lips. Miles attempted not to cower when first introduced to the menacing character, whose handshake grip threatened to snap the bones in Miles' paw. The few words he spoke were in a deep, bass voice. He never smiled, just seemed to glare at the other man through eyes with whites as white as his skin was dark. Miles feared it was going to be a long weekend and resolved to keep his distance from the interloper for the duration of his visit. Keeping a watchful eye on the pool house from his upper story "office" Miles was mostly relieved by the lack of any suspicious activity. During the day Tequan lent Lombardo a hand with his daily chores around the estate; the evenings were spent together in the pool house, most likely reminiscing over their former days of incarceration. Miles silently cursed himself for not having removed all liquor from the pool house, fearful that the bigger man might become unmanageable even to Lombardo when liquored up. But time passed uneventfully and Miles retired that Sunday evening confident no real harm had been done by Lombardo's prison yard friend, who would be taking leave of their forced hospitality in the early morning hours. Certain all was well, he drifted off into a peaceful sleep alongside his beautiful, wealthy wife. Sixteen year old Ryan Baldwin tossed and turned on his sheets, his hunky and muscular body glistening with a sheen of frustrated perspiration. Try as he might he couldn't make that incessant tingling go away. Lodged someone deep up in his rectum it had a way of rearing its ugly head at the most inopportune of times, as it was doing now. And that wild, driving itch always led to him throwing a painfully rigid boner. It was bad enough dealing with that gnawing irritation without having to control his hard-on as well. Thankfully the sport's cup concealed his problem on the playing field but there were other occasions, becoming more frequent, when he had to excuse himself to attend to his jock hole. Leaning back on a toilet in the rest room or on his back, legs raised, in the gym locker room he spanked his sweaty pucker and fed it one finger after another until he'd shot his load and the prickle subsided. Becoming increasingly frustrated with his "condition" Ryan convinced himself he could treat it with "mind power." He just simply couldn't go on jerking off in shopping malls, gas station toilets and public parks. He must learn Grandfather Baldwin's old adage of "mind over matter" and get a grip on the situation. He'd considered going to the family doctor but, in the end, was too embarrassed to admit the nature of his ailment. Resistance ultimately proved futile and the frustrated teen was left to his own devices. His thick jock fingers weren't nearly long enough to reach the tickle so he often had to resort to a variety of tools. Cucumbers were helpful, but zucchini and bananas had a natural curve which seemed to really massage the offending spot. But nothing provided the kind of satisfying relief attained through another guy's hot throbbing penis. The bigger and thicker, the better of a job it did. In the beginning his motives were strictly therapeutic, just as was sucking on the tool to make it good and hard. He was a hunky baseball, now football, jock that liked girls...seemed to have more of them than his popular older brother. Getting fucked up the ass was the only way he knew to take care of his particular "problem." But after a short while Ryan began to realize that he took pleasure in having another guy work him over, preferably a mature, working-class dog. It didn't mean that he was no longer into pussy, just that he'd discovered something equally desirous. It was lucky for him that relief was always available right inside his own home. Almost nightly Ryan was a frequent visitor to the downstairs room of the family's handyman. Ex-convict Lombardo was an expert cocksman who never seemed to tire of the hunky teen. The muscular stud always delivered, his massive foot-long dong scratching Ryan's itch and providing him with an intense orgasm. For some reason unbeknownst to him, Ryan felt more at ease having his affliction attended to by the blue-collar crowd. It wasn't a matter of class distinction. Although he was the second born son of an extremely wealthy woman, Ryan was certainly no snob. It was just that he would have been mortified if anyone in Delia Coolidge Baldwin's social circle knew about his condition---and his manner of alleviating it. Using greasy auto mechanics, ex-convict handymen and immigrant landscapers was, strangely enough, much safer. Tonight Ryan's ass was particularly troublesome. It had been going wild for hours and simply would not calm down. He was on his back, muscular teen thighs spread wide as they would go while he spanked his jock hole. There was an almost painful expression on his handsome face as he buried two, then three, thick fingers into his sweaty pink pucker, attempting to reach that spot. Yanking them out every now and then to suck on them and get them good and slick, he became even more aroused by the funky taste of his own ass juices. Eagerly he dug into his itching asshole while chewing on his thick lower lip and jerking his head from side to side, pressing his strong back against the mattress. Nothing he did eased his torment. Exasperated and well beyond the point of desperation Ryan threw his legs over the side of the bed and stalked out of the room. In his haste he hadn't even bothered to put on a stitch of clothing. Brazenly nude he stood in the hallway to momentarily consider his options. At the end of the hall was the grand master bedroom where his parents slumbered. He could slip in, rouse his father and tempt him with a late-night fuck. His Dad had a nice seven-inch dick which always soothed his hungry little hole. Or he could travel down to the lower level and appeal to Lombardo to help him out. In the end he opted for the later. With a burning erection leading the way Ryan padded on bare feet to the end of the hallway, hoping none of his brothers would step out and find him there in his present condition, and slipped down the back stairwell to the ground floor. Feeling his way along another darkened corridor he approached Lombardo's room, relieved to see light coming from below the door. Filled with expectation he didn't even bother to knock, instead throwing open the door, then gasping when he was confronted with an unexpected sight. Sitting up in the bed, his back resting against the headboard, was Lombardo's guest. The big black brute lounged there with legs spread akimbo in front of him. He was in white-stockinged feet, a pair of over-sized grey sweatpants covered him from waist down and he was literally bursting from a tight white tank. The raiments looked used, the whites having long ago lost their luster. He had a thick, ox-like neck, big broad shoulders and huge arms with biceps that looked the size of halved cantaloupes. Even his hands were large and ham-like. Beefy mounds of pectoral muscle strained against the thin fabric of his tank top, twin gumdrop nipples erect and attempting to poke their way through the worn cotton. As the ebony stud's hazel eyes appraised the young intruder Ryan was suddenly aware of his state of undress. In panic his hands shot to cover his erection, eliciting a slight smile from the corner of the big man's large, full lips. As he took stock of the muscular teen his tongue snaked out and hungrily swiped across his upper lip, causing Ryan's eyes to flare widely. When he spoke his voice was deep and lush. "You mus' be the pussy boy." "I-I was looking for L-Lombardo," Ryan stammered nervously, ignoring the bold statement. "I can see that," the black man snickered as his chocolate brown eyes roved over the teen's exposed body. "Well, he ain't here right now. But he be right back. What's your name, white boy?" "Ry-Ryan," the teen managed. "You the big football star, ain't you, boy?" "No, sir, that's my older brother, Trey. I just joined the team this year." Then, realizing this wasn't just a casual conversation with, say, one of his friend's fathers, he faltered. His voice became smaller. "I-I'm more into baseball." "You surely look like a football player. Got some nice muscle on you. How old you, boy?" "Six-sixteen." Then, hurriedly, "But I'll be seventeen in a few months." "Sixteen year old rich little muscle boy," the ex-con intoned, obviously contemplating something. Ryan swallowed hard, his eyes widening, when the man's huge paw went down and casually squeezed the swollen pouch of his sweat pants. All at once the infernal itch, which had abated when he'd been shocked by the presence of the man, returned with a vengeance. "Turn around." "Huh?" "I SAID TURN THE FUCK AROUND!" The muscular man's command was gruff. Intimidated by his authoritative manner, Ryan hastily followed orders and swiveled around to face the open door, his back turned on the parolee. Tequan's thick nostrils flared and he licked his full, sensual lips again as he admired the boy's rear view. Ryan's back was smooth and laden with youthful muscle. He sported nicely rounded delts, strong traps and tapered lats split by a defined hollow running down his spinal column. His legs were equally well-muscled, from sizeable biceps to strong, mounded calves. But it was the ass, rearing high and proud on his haunches, that caused Tequan to slip his big hand into his sweats and massage his quickly rising manhood. It was the most beautiful bubbled butt he'd ever seen in his life; tight, well-rounded and just made for fucking. And Tequan knew all about the art of fucking. He wasn't the kind of man who made love, he fucked. He'd been fuckin' bitches from the time he was fourteen until he got locked up. Slam, bam, now get the fuck out my bed, 'ho. He hadn't counted on getting caught in the act by the jealous boyfriend of some half-drunk bitch who'd come on to him at the club where he bounced. He was fuckin' her in the coat room when the motherfucker came charging in there, calling him all sort of names and letting his fists fly. The dude was no match for Tequan, who beat that nigga to a bloody pulp and kept on pounding him long after he'd lost consciousness. The man suffered cracked ribs, multiple contusions and a major concussion; Tequan had practically split his skull. The Judge handed down a fifteen year sentence; Tequan served twelve years before his recent parole. He quickly learned that in the joint there wasn't much else to do but pound weights and pound pussy, all the while tryin' to keep your nose as clean as you could with the screws. Those little white boys who found themselves in the joint tried acting all tough at first but they always ended up giving their asses to him. He was one mean-looking, intimidating nigga and they wisely figured it better to be on his side than against him. "You ever gotten fucked by a black dick, boy?" Ryan looked back at the man, eyes widening upon observing him fondling himself under his sweats. "No, sir," he responded in a small voice. "There ain't nothin' quite like getting fucked with thug cock. Least wise, that's what all the white boys in the joint tole me after I was through with 'em. It got so's white meat's my favorite kind. And you sure are a fine lookin' white boy. Now get yo' ass over here." Ryan hesitated, uncertainty apparent in his eyes. His heart was pounding in his chest like some sort of sledgehammer. He knew he should turn and flee from the room but the maddening craving up his backside was growing ever fiercer. In the end it's what propelled him to push the door closed, turn and approach the hoodlum awaiting him on the bed. Dropping his hands he exposed his aching boner as he sat up on the sheets with the other man. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his sweats, Tequan raised his hips and pulled them down to mid-thigh. Without the restraint of underwear his heavy cock sprung up into view. Ryan gasped when he saw it. The thick, molasses-black horsecock curved upward from a wooly mass of dark, kinky pubic hair, every bit of Lombardo's twelve-plus inches but even more excessive in girth. Blood coursed menacingly through its heavy, rope-like veins. The hugely bulbous purplish cockhead was the size of some succulent fruit, its deep fleshy lips snapping at the air. As an awestruck Ryan watched, a bead of clear pre-cum surged to the surface of the formidable dark weapon. The black man grabbed hold of his monster and steadied it. "Go on and get that pearl white, boy," Tequan breathed huskily. Transfixed by the big, manly thing young Ryan hesitantly moved between the spread of the black man's bulky thighs. Tequan took hold of his raging beast, offering it up to the cock-struck boy. Ryan appraised the enormous chocolate bar from close view with his randy asshole twitching, knowing that this prime bull cock would easily reach that troublesome spot. But the black beauty would need some help in sliding up there. And Ryan knew exactly how to facilitate a comfortable entry. The deep fleshy lips at the crest of the massive purple head gaped again, emitting another surge of glistening seminal fluid. Ryan's tongue lashed out at the leaking head, lapping up the tasty jizz bubbling out. Dick honey dribbled onto his muscle as he spiraled it around the huge dome. Tequan cupped the back of his own shaved scalp in one monstrous hand, big bicep flexing and hairy armpit exposed, while he placed the other dark paw behind Ryan's white-blond head. "There you go, boy. Suck that dick with your pretty mouth," he encouraged in his deep chested voice. Ryan lapped more determinedly at the meaty snout, challenged by the continuous flow of abundant man sauce. Curious to discover the black man tasted no different from the others who'd squelched his itch---maybe, in fact, a bit better---the horny jock ran his tongue 'round and 'round the bulging dome, stabbed into his piss hole and worked the tight bundle of nerves just below the tough, shelf-life ridge. Lust burned in the ex-con's sweaty nuts as he watched the handsome teen feast on his spooge. Getting head, some of it forced, from other inmates was one thing. But having a rich white boy excitedly worshipping his man-meat was quite another. Ryan's hot tongue smeared pre-cum over the voluminous surface of his dark cockhead, making it nicely shiny. Yawning his mouth wider, he snapped his sweet lips under the three-quarter-inch ridge and contentedly sucked on the buried cockhead. "Fuck yeah, boy!" Tequan encouraged, thoroughly enjoying seeing his huge, one-eyed snout buried between those succulent pink lips. "Eat that big fuckin' dick head! Chew on it a little. It's tough, it can take it. Ah, fuck yeah, jus' like that! Get your tongue up in that cum hole. Yeah, tha's it. Dig in that fuckin' hole. Shit, boy, you good!" While he tackled the jaw-splitting crown Ryan's hands fumbled with the intrusive sweat pants bunched around the man's massive thighs and peeled them down. Tequan assisted by lifting his strong legs and soon the garment was discarded to the floor. Ryan's hands slipped under the black man's thick thighs, appreciating their impressive size, while he continued to work the huge head. Satisfied he'd gotten it worked up enough he turned his attention to the remainder of the stalk. It towered a foot above the parolee's wooly groin, a length not unfamiliar to Ryan, who'd learned to swallow Lombardo's twelve-inch sword. But this one was incredibly thick, bigger around than a soda can. The tangle of blue bloated veins criss crossing along its dark surface appeared ominous, but Ryan's itch intensified as he imagined how they would feel gliding against his pussy walls. It posed something of a challenge, but Ryan chose to concentrate on the final reward. He knew he had to prime it, get it slick and wet, so it would more easily slide into his fuck socket. His tongue glided down the incredible length of the prick shaft on one side, up the other, then traversed the heavy cord, thick as his thumb, on the underbelly of the beast. It was the biggest, stiffest tool he'd ever seen, all at once exciting and terrifying. On hands and knees, his big ass thrust back and rising high, Ryan spit-shined every inch of the thick prick until it shone like polished mahogany. Like an uncapped well Tequan's leaky head oozed a continual stream of fuck lube. As the rich pre-cum oozed down his corrugated shaft Ryan's working tongue smeared the tasty juices all over the big beast. Never having seen such a strong flow Ryan feared there'd be little left to hose down the scorching fire inside his gut. He'd just have to help the stud build up a reserve supply. Nudging his nose against the fragrant root of the hairy cock Ryan began voraciously lapping at the man's ball sac. It rested low between his spread thighs, full and heavy with the heady nectar Ryan desperately needed. The blond jock hungrily lapped at Tequan's bull's balls, working their heavy cream into a boil. "Tha's it, boy. Suck my nigga nuts," Tequan gushed in his rich, mellifluent voice. "Take them mother fucker's in your mouth and chew on 'em. Don't you worry none. They tough; they can take it." Ryan's mouth obediently opened wide, took one greasy orb into it and sucked as if his life depended on it. He nipped at the egg-sized nut with his teeth, eliciting a heavy groan from the big black man. Releasing one rock he gave the same treatment to the other before miraculously managing to swallow both huge black balls into his gullet. He munched on the tangy basket, convinced he was replenishing all that essential ball juice, until he thought he would choke. Spitting out the humpy sperm sac he went to work on the underside of Tequan's jewels, his slurping tongue reaching nearer and nearer to dangerous territory. Lombardo had told him no lie, Tequan thought. The fuckin' rich boy was good. Cute as hell, too, with a real husky build. Surely nothing like the trash he'd fucked, often raped, in the joint. This one was prime stud stock and an athlete, to boot. The giant was consumed by black superiority observing the spoiled white rich kid lusting over his junk, sucking up his seepage. Tequan snickered, imagining the ensuing altercation if the boy's father was to find him munching on black balls and sucking nigga dick. Whereas the young ones were more accepting, the older generation still held on to their senseless prejudices. Then again, the daddy was a cock pig too, according to Lombardo. Maybe he might enjoy a change of pace and turn on to some African meat. Hell, for all Tequan knew, the other three boys might be dick lovers, as well. He could fuck his way through the entire household, capping it off with the lady of the house, a fine-looking, refined white woman who so graciously accepted him as her guest. Tequan surely would like to sink his mambo monster into her sweet, juicy over-privileged pussy, shoot his babies up in her womb and leave the rich bitch pregnant. Tequan's gaze wandered down the impressive patterns of musculature on the boy's smooth, tapered back, dimpling inward to a tight, cinched waist and then flaring out with the swell of his pert bubble ass. The convict's mouth drooled from looking at the cap of those round, firmly muscled cheeks, causing him to lick his lips salaciously. If there was one thing could drive him mad with lust, it was a big can. And, from this view, Ryan's looked more than appetizing. "Move that ass over here!" he commanded. Ryan fell over himself, obediently swiveling around bracing himself on hands and knees over the older man, with muscle packed ass in his face. "Fuck yeah, boy, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" he roared as he got a close up view of Ryan's big, powerful ass. His ham-like, ebony paws took hold of the muscular flared buns, the skin there paler than the rest of the boy's summer-tanned body, while he admired the finest piece he'd ever seen. His hands roved over and around those glorious glutes, growing increasingly aroused by their physical perfection. Big thumbs traced the deep crevice dividing the teen's plush melons, purposefully prying them apart and uncovering the hidden jewel nestled therein. The man's groan was a rumble in his immense chest when he saw the pucker, so pretty, so pink, so clean. It looked unspoiled, virginal even, although Tequan knew those sweet lips had already been breached. His huge nostrils flared as he detected the pleasant fragrance of boy musk emanating from the deep crack. The pads of his fat thumbs rubbed the wrinkled folds of the boy's pucker, causing it to flutter with anticipation. "Sweet lookin' pussy," the giant breathed, almost to himself. "Gotta eat me some of this before I fuck it." His pink tongue came out and made an introductory swipe up the teen's ass gash. Ryan's muscular body shivered, his blue eyes rolling heavenward with gratitude that his twitching hole was finally receiving relief. Tequan aggressively slashed through the parted butt mounds, licking wetly around the high school jock's tender ass lips. His thumbs rubbed the sides in small circular motions while he lapped at the pristine pussy hole. Sparks of heat shot up into Ryan's asshole, especially when the man laid his grizzly chin tuft right on the sensitive pinched spiral and ground it against the quivering pucker. Ryan's toes curled and that itch inside went into overdrive, prompting him to shove his big beautiful butt back against the black convict's face. Tequan was lapping his shag like a madman, making all sorts of guttural noises while he treated the boy to tongue and chin hair. The musky scent of hot convict crotch pleasantly assailed Ryan's nostrils. With himself in push-up position, the big beast was right there in his face. And it looked angry. Ryan could have sworn the stud piece had grown stiffer and swollen larger since Tequan began mouthing his muff. The massive meat bulged right before his eyes, the blue veins pulsing even larger, and the gaping lips of the purple cock head emitting another surge of oozing liquid. Ryan once again wrapped his lips around the leaky corona, tasting all the salty pre-cum, and sucked on the huge knob. The intoxicating man juice flowed steadily, leaving Ryan no other choice than to swallow it all down. The handsome teen moaned lustily at the flavorful taste of the delicious fluid. The more Tequan teased his desperate hole the more adventurous the boy became. Huge as it was he managed to slip his lips down a couple more inches which, along with that monstrous head, already gave him quite a mouthful. Liquid slurping sounds escaped his lips as he sucked the grand cock in earnest. One hand kneaded Tequan's hefty ball sac while the other stroked the remaining slick eight inches of the hard ebony stalk. With a sudden surge of lechery the black colossus thrust his hips upward, shoving his jaw-stretching whopper to the back of Ryan's throat. At the same time he thrust his fat tongue into the hot jock's wet, agile asshole. Ryan let out a startled cry, mostly muffled by the huge plug in his muzzle, and his baby blues nearly popped from their sockets. His sphincter automatically clutched at the dripping digit in his hole, but Tequan bore through, coercing the muscles to expand for an all-out ass eating. Ryan managed to unstuff his maw, little tears running from the corners of his now blood-shot eyes, snot dripping from his nostrils and drool leaking from his lips. Tequan was deep in his ass now, making his jock body shiver as he whipped his tongue around. Ryan knew he could never reach that special spot, not with his tongue anyway, but it was surely satisfying something inside him. Grinding his bubble butt on the black man's face he spread his jaws widely apart and enthusiastically engulfed Tequan's huge, throbbing destroyer. He managed better than half the monster, his lips straining around the black slab of horse meat. He sucked, he licked, he bobbed up and down on it, coming off only when he needed a breath and, even then, lapping along the entire rod from hairy root to bulbous cap until prepared to go down on it again. Tequan felt up the wicked swell of the kid's two powerful butt mounds while he worked his tongue in the spasming hole. He plunged his fleshy muscle deep into the Boy Wonder, curling it around, zig-zagging back and forth and maddeningly flicking it against the warm, moist inner walls. With his open mouth tightly suctioned against the wild pucker the black convict plunged his tongue in and out like a face cock while he noisily sucked on the fresh-tasting portal. Tequan literally tasted money as he licked out the rich boy's hole, enjoying a refreshing change from those sweaty, often-times dirty assholes he was forced to settle for in the joint. This Ryan kid, with his big beautiful ass, would be a hit in lock-up! The bald giant licked and lapped at the pouting pink pussy lips when his whole tongue wasn't buried up inside the scrumptious boy hole. Ryan responded by repeatedly filling his mouth with the man's enormous cock until he choked, knowing it had long ago been primed and was ready to tackle his problem area, but seemingly unable to tear himself away from the feasting. What long ago began as something he did out of necessity had become an act of extreme pleasure. The more aggressively Tequan ate out his hole, the more daring Ryan became with his formidable fuck tool. Somehow he managed to swallow the gigantic head down into his throat, sucking the rest of the meat in his mouth until his face turned purple and he had to either let it go or suffocate. With one final lick Tequan paused to admire the boy's magnificent ass, the little winking hole now deliciously wet with his saliva. Smacking his large dark hands on those gravity-defying buns, he growled, "Get yourself on that dick and ride me, boy!" With a strained whimper Ryan hastily moved into position. Facing away from the black stud he scooted forward, coming up on his knees to either side of Tequan's thick thighs. Reaching back he took a firm hold of the rock solid erection and introduced the heavily leaking head to his starved asshole. Tequan's beefy black paws took him by the hips as the teen determinedly ground his wet pucker against the bulbous crown. Somewhat wary of its incredible size Ryan bit into his succulent lower lip as he bore down on the monstrous cockhead. His fluttering cunt lips snapped open, greedily gulping up the drooling helmet and effectively plugging his hot hole. With a small cry Ryan threw his head back, his blue eyes bugged and his mouth hung wide open. Tequan growled deep in his chest as the boy's sphincter tightened under the thick ridge of his knob and a white hot heat enveloped its buried surface. The husky teen shuddered from head to toe as he felt the outrageously proportioned thing wickedly pulsing just inside his fuck slot. Reaching back to splay open his well-rounded butt cheeks even further Ryan managed to sink down on it, gradually inching more of the big prick into him. He tossed his head, gnashed his teeth, grunted and groaned, rocked his hips backwards, forwards and side to side while working the ass-splitter into him. His desperate hole adjusted to the thickness of Tequan's horse cock, which soon was sinking deeper into the boy's guts, slowly reaching upward to the target zone. He sighed and gasped as it brushed over his prostate, a prelude to the euphoria he knew he'd feel when it reached that insistent gnawing way up there inside. It provided the teen with enough incentive to hunch down on the beast, slipping well over half its length into his hot, slick fuck chute. Tequan growled with bestial satisfaction as his eyes feasted on the hunky blonde's muscle butt swallowing up his huge forearm of black meat. The kid's split trench was like a little piece of heaven, softly lined with some fine blond hairs. So clean, so fresh. Just the kind of puss the formidable black man had dreamed of having all those years in prison. First thing he'd wanted when he got out of the joint was pussy, the female kind. But this hungry and super-tight male cunt was a damned sight better. His hefty nutsac tingled with anticipation as the jock ass devoured even more of his massive truncheon. He'd figured young Ryan would've stopped by now and begun pogoing on what he had. But, hell's no, the boy seemed like he had a mission and wasn't about to stop until he'd succeeded. Tequan merely laid back and let the kid have his way, resisting the urge to ram the rest of his twelve fat inches up to the balls in the muscular ass. Sheer determination was etched on Ryan's handsome face. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead from the strenuous effort of accommodating the incredible chunk of man meat. He worried his lower lip as the enormous girth stretched his insides to new proportions. It was fatter than anything he'd had up there before, like a strong man's arm going deeper and deeper, the fist-like head probing for that special spot. All at once he felt a pop, like the beast had broken through to a special chamber lesser men could never hope to reach. White light flashed before his flared eyes. His hunky body trembled. Boy tits shot out from their succulent areola. The fine hairs on his arms stood on end. Chunky toes curled. His dick went ramrod stiff and his ball sac crawled up between the juncture of his legs. Tequan's monster had reached the zone! Ryan's head lolled about like a rag dog on his broad shoulders. His baby blues were rolled up in their sockets and his tongue hung loosely from the corner of his cock sucker's mouth. His asshole convulsed wildly around the impaling member which had finally hit upon the source of the teen jock's frustration. Ryan yelped like a wounded puppy, squirming on the rock hard shaft and dragging the buried head over the sensitive area. It was akin to attending to a mosquito bite; refreshing to scratch, but never enough relief. He ground his muscle ass around on the impaler, moaning like a bitch in heat as the huge dick head worked against the targeted spot. Tequan wasn't certain exactly what in fuck was going on. All's he knew was the kid had suddenly gotten hornier than hell. His pussy was flexing hard, milking the fuck out of his gigantic cock. The hot socket crazily spasmed and contracted around his fat boy like nothing the black man had ever felt before. Way up there in that sweet inner core he felt the bump, like some sort of inner tickler, riding against the satiny smoothness of his dickhead. It was what was getting the kid off, making him react like a wanton cock whore. And then Ryan began to ride, sliding up and down on the gut-wrenching fuckpole and grinding it over the target area, determined to ease the incessant itch. He lifted and fell, impaling himself on more and more of the thick prick until there wasn't an inch he couldn't take. "Oh, fuck!" Tyrone muttered huskily when the boy's strong, smooth ass gyrated against his crisp curly pubes, the big head buried to the hilt in his guts. Having never before been taken whole, Tyrone was consumed by white hot fuck passion. His black balls churned with desire. The beast in him wanted to take control and savagely rape that hunky ball player's ass, much as he had with many fresh, green inmates in the joint. Resisting the urge, he allowed Ryan to remain in the driver's seat. At least for now. Ryan repeatedly violated his tight bung with the full length of the trunk-like cock, taking it deep into his guts with each effort. Each time the juicy head made contact with his special spot he sighed heavily and worked it solely on the itch before lodging the purplish wonder to the hilt in his boy pussy. Each rise and fall of his hunky ass grew steadily quicker until he was literally plunging himself with the massive club of man meat. Such was the scene that Lucas and Trey tapped into from the geeky brother's strategically placed spy-cams. And what greeted Lombardo's eyes when he returned from his raiding of the pool house with a pilfered bottle of Jack Daniels in hand. "Holy fuck---I mean, crap," an astonished Trey gushed. "That's the dude staying in the pool house. Lombardo's bud. And look. Look! Here comes Lombardo!" Sure enough, the swarthy Sicilian had entered the scene. But instead of appearing shocked or incensed by his friend's actions Lombardo casually shut the door behind him and took in the action taking place on his bed. Trey could even detect the sly smile on his ruggedly handsome face. "Everything his fault," Lucas insisted. "Ever since Lombardo came here there's been nothing but trouble." He proceeded to explain to the other boy how his suspicions about the jailbird had prompted him to install cameras in strategic spots around the house, leading to his discovery of the deviant activities on the lower floor. "Our brother, the fag," Trey said gleefully, real amusement on this face. "This is rich. This is so frigging rich! Just look at him riding that black dick. Damn, that thing's about as thick as my arm!" A trickle of fear crept up Lucas' spine. Instead of being appalled Trey seemed to be enjoying the show a bit too much. "I-I'm not exactly sure how Lombardo forced Ryan to do these things---" "Forced nothing!" Trey shot back, his eyes glued on the monitor. "He's fucking loving it! Just check out the look on the little queer's face. Oh, bro, this is such a find!" He put his clenched hand up for a fist bump which Lucas reluctantly acknowledged. Suddenly he felt a bit ill for having taking Trey into his confidence. He trusted Trey more than any other male in the Baldwin household but hadn't counted on the rivalry between the two athletic brothers clouding the older boy's reasoning. Trey was riveted to the action taking place downstairs and giddy like a schoolgirl. Lucas' breath caught in his throat when he saw the other teen absently reach between his thighs and squeeze his basket. The scandalous activities were having the same effect on him that they always had on Lucas. Much as he despised Lombardo and the undue influence he held over the Baldwin family he couldn't help but he aroused. And neither, apparently, could Trey. "I see you've met Ryan," Lombardo said to his former prison mate upon entry into the steamy room. "Boy come down here lookin' for you but you wasn't around, so he got himself some of Tequan," the big black man responded from flat on his back. Lombardo whistled. "Looks to me like he's got all of Tequan. Fuck brutha, you're gonna ruin him for me. I forgot how big that motherfucker of yours is." Tequan gave a deep, hearty laugh. "Don't appear to be botherin' him none. This here's some fine white pussy." "Told you so," Lombardo triumphantly said with a wink. Stripping off his t-shirt he poured two shots from the bottle of amber liquor, offering one to the other man. Coming up on an elbow, Tequan took the glass and threw it back at the same time as Lombardo. Knowing liquor made the black man a bit crazy Lombardo refilled his glass a second time. Then a third. He wanted his buddy to get wild with the Baldwin boy, really tear him up. Pouring himself a second helping Lombardo got up on the bed on his knees before the muscular teen. The glazed look of euphoria in the boy's eyes brought a renewed smile of satisfaction. Lombardo emptied the little glass and, holding onto the liquor, planted his mouth on Ryan's. Ryan choked when the smoky tasting booze invaded his mouth and slid down his throat, but Lombardo held him firmly by the back of the head. His tongue was in Ryan's kisser, probing deep and passionately. Ryan responded easily to the kiss, working his lips against the ex-con's and meeting the man's slippery tongue with his own. And then Lombardo moved off the crowded mattress and slouched back on an easy chair at the foot of the bed. Throwing one long leg across the arm rest and with the other lazily stretched out in front of him he enjoyed the action from this vantage point while massaging the increasing growth of his own crotch. Ryan was lost in rapture, his innocent blue eyes glazed with lust and fluttering heavenward. Absolute ecstasy showed on the teen's handsome, flushed features. A sexy film of sweat broke out above his full upper lip and dotted his forehead. Wordless grunts mingled with sighs of pure pleasure emitted from those cherry pink bee-stung lips . With Ryan bigger was obviously better (although Lombardo wasn't yet privy to the true reason); the high school athlete's wildest fantasy appeared to be coming true. Lombardo's amused eyes raked over the meaty, muscular body of the good looking ball player. Ryan was teen-age perfection with smooth flawless skin, broad rounded shoulders, nice swollen biceps and a strong chest with slopes of pectoral development mounted with large, totally suckable boy nubs. His abs were hard and tight, his thighs thick and muscular. But his ass was his most admirable asset: a high and proud beauty which temptingly filled out the seat of his team uniform and gave fodder to all sorts of lustful ideas. That same magnificent booty was busily stuffing itself with the largest, thickest, blackest cock Lombardo had ever seen. The spoiled rich kid with his big fancy house, neat preppy clothes and cheerleader girlfriends was a raging whore for trash cock. Lombardo had recognized the uncontrollable desire in the blond boy from that first encounter. There was no mistaking the intent in those devouring baby blues. The Baldwin kid was used to getting whatever he wanted. And he wanted a Sicilian day laborer, fresh out of the slammer. Any lingering doubts about Ryan's "class fucking" were dispelled late last summer when the always-horny kid took on those three illegal Mexicans in the pool house. And he'd been doing that fat ugly one, Jose, ever since. It seemed the lower and viler they were, the more the husky jock wanted it. He'd probably even have a field day in a trailer park. If it wasn't for the threat of disease Lombardo would take him to the back alleys of some inner city and introduce him to the homeless crowd. Or set him up in a crack house. Maybe one day when he was finished with him, when he was finished with all of them, he'd do just that. For now, though, he enjoyed the kid as a piece of ass. And a fine piece it was. Perhaps the finest he'd had. And always enthusiastic, too. It filled some perverse pleasure in him to pimp the over-privileged kid out---and watch. First with those wetbacks and now with his ex-prison mate. Old great-great grandpa Coolidge, who'd founded the dynasty, was probably quaking the walls of his mausoleum knowing his grandson was fucking a black stud. That generation had little tolerance for such things. But the sight of Ryan deliriously posting on that gigantic ebony shaft was certainly creating excitement in Lombardo's drawers. His big blue-veined prick was ramrod stiff and aching to come out and play. Yanking down his zipper he hauled out his angry cock, closed his fingers around it and began working the skin over the shiny cock head. At that precise moment the multiple shots of JD kicked in, flipping a switch in up-until-now docile Tequan. His already large nostrils flared even wider, his eyes bulged wide, beads of sweat broke out on his brow and his face took on a look of ferocity. Shooting up from the waist he forcibly shoved Ryan forward so that the boy was stretched face-down, ass up, on the bed looking directly into the juncture of Lombardo's thighs. After ripping off his t-shirt he roughly yanked the teen's shapely legs apart and brought his hard black body over the prone boy in plank position. Shorn of any covering the black master appeared even more formidable, his glistening body built to massive proportions. The juxtaposition of thegiant's dark body ominously hovering over Ryan's fair-skinned form had Lombardo's big juicy plumb drooling its dick juice. The fat knob of Tequan's heavy boner sniffed out Ryan's pouting bunghole as if on its own. With a sadistic snarl the overheated black stud heaved forward and slammed all twelve inches of bull cock into the teen's squirming guts. Without a complimentary pause he yanked it out, then quickly dove in again. His rounded chocolate buns rose and fell maddeningly as he fucked the whimpering boy with brute force. Ryan shuddered and groaned each time the horse dick crashed deep into his guts. He clawed at the bed coverings, then bit down on them. With cotton sheets clenched between pearly white teeth he tossed his head from side to side like a mad dog. He'd never been fucked so brutally before, let alone by a stud-salami. The African dick was really pounding his hole and repeatedly crashing into that "special spot" inside. Tequan was a veritable beast. Hyped up with intoxicant and consumed with fuck lust he thrust into the kid's warm, spasming ass-pussy with a vengeance. Ugly veins throbbed at his temples as he drove and slammed, lurching his dark meat through the young, strong ass. His body was one mass of heaving, muscular flesh. Droplets of sweat from his wicked exertion rained down over the flawless back of the squirming white athlete, who admirably took everything the cocksman was giving. Almost incensed by this realization, Tequan grabbed hold of Ryan's thick ankles and flipped him like a pancake. With the sport's jock now on his back he aggressively yanked the kid's legs wishbone wide and shoved them back until he was practically bent double. With that ass, so very fine, spread and vulnerable, its sweaty hole snapping at the air, Tequan climbed back into the saddle and drilled his monster to the hilt. From this position the humongous cock seemed to reach even deeper into the teen's steamy chasm, scraping even more effectively against that "something" inside, causing him to gasp and rollick in the sheets. Tequan rammed ball's deep into him, hitting that spot over and over, making Ryan thrash like a rag doll instead of the muscle jock he was. His stamina proved relentless. Panting and breathing heavily the raging, uncontained bull continued to impale the boy on his giant, pulsing cock meat. The arousing sound of slick flesh slapping together reverberated off the walls of the small, steamy room. Lombardo had long ago doffed his pants and was slouched low in his chair, hairy legs parted with bloated dick in hand. Skinned back, the large corona oozed pre-cum as he choked his meat with his fist. Huge balls bounced between his legs as he stroked the thick shaft while partaking in the live sex show playing out before him. They both were impressive players. Tequan, a savage beastly fucker, and cute Ryan, the boy wonder who was proving to be a true sexual athlete. It really was something of a sporting event, a battle of endurance. Lombardo fleetingly pondered the embarrassment and humiliation the rich boy---hell, the entire wealthy family---would suffer if word of his cock lust somehow got out. The superstar athlete would be ruined when all those sexy little high school girls avoided him, when jock team mates openly ridiculed him. Destruction of the Davidsons, with their superior social standing, had been his goal almost from the beginning. While he'd suffered a long life of hard knocks these people had everything practically handed to them. Through an accident of birth Delia Coolidge had become an heiress; through dumb luck Miles managed to marry money. While Lombardo cooled his heels in prison these rich fucks were living the good life, driving luxury cars, dressing in designer clothes, drinking premium liquor and vacationing in the Hamptons and other tony locations. Their life was one of leisure; his, a daily struggle for survival. All four of the boys would attend some Ivy League college; he'd had to drop out of high school. It was high time the tables were turned. Lombardo re-focused on the heated sex taking place on his bed where Tequan was battering Ryan's guts with his club. Ryan's arms were stretched out to both sides, the muscles in his arms flexing as he clawed the fitted sheets, already having pulled them free from the corners. His blond head, soaked with perspiration, shot up, crashed down and thrashed from side to side in anal delirium while the liquor-crazed black man smashed into his hungry hole with incredible force. Although he perversely enjoyed seeing the rich kid so sadistically man-handled, Lombardo had a bit of worry about the man-beast in the driver's seat. The man was big, bigger than him, with solid blocks of muscle. In his current state it would be impossible for Lombardo to contain him. How would he manage to bring the stud down from his sex rampage? What if he'd unwittingly unleashed a madman on the entire household? If Tequan got it in his mind to tear through the place, possibly rape sleeping Delia (impregnate her with black babies?), chances were he wouldn't single-handedly be able to stop him. Whereas Lombardo wanted his personal vengeance, this wasn't the way. The strong ex-con speed-fucked Ryan, drawing his dick nearly all the way out, then sent it crashing back in again. The one-eyed, black monster sloshed through the power bottom's warm, wet insides with deep, gut-wrenching penetrations, his huge heavy balls creating hot smacking sounds as they slammed against the kid's upturned glutes. Tequan's well-muscled flesh gleamed with perspiration from bald head to fat toe, making him appear even more dangerous. Trickles of sweat rode down the strong indentation of his spine, trailed over his rising and falling buns and glided through his steamy trench. He thrust and ground, hunching rapidly in and out of the super jock's hot socket. Although he hardly knew poor Ryan, it was something akin to a punishment fuck, a total overzealous assault on his white jock ass. Ryan was trashing wildly on the bed, chewing his succulent lips and emitting little broken sobs. His teen dick was painfully stiff and throbbing over his torso. Humming and moaning in a state of near-delirium his desperate blue eyes rolled about in their sockets like dice on a gaming table. With his muscles spasming and his wide-spread limbs twitching uncontrollably Ryan threw back his head, let out a gut-wrenching cry and spurted gobs of hot young cum. At the same time Tequan took to rabbit fucking his no-longer-secret-spot using just the head of his dick, causing the boy to arch his back and practically rise from the bed. Ryan came like he'd never come before, his hunky body convulsing with frenzied, seemingly unending spasms. "GET YOU YOU NUT, BOY!" the man shouted. "GET YOU YOU NUT!" With his mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasm Ryan's teen twat clutched down on Tequan's fat meat, making for a nice tight sleeve to fuck. Tequan resumed a full-throttled penetration, plowing through Ryan's flexing rectal walls with his invading monster. Ryan's hot hole was suddenly more alive than ever, doing things to Tequan's third leg that were making his balls tingle. With a deep chested bellow that threatened to awaken the entire household the black man's body shuddered ferociously and, embedding his weapon deeply in the boy, fired jets of hot, creamy sperm into Ryan's battered guts. Lombardo held his breath as he observed the man throw back his head and endure a ball-busting, gut-wrenching orgasm. With his chunky lips drawn back the black colossus bared his gnashing teeth. The whites of his eyes were all that was visible on his sweat-shined ebony face. His already-huge nostrils flared even wider and tendons threatened to rupture at his temples, forehead and in his bull's neck. His entire body went rigid, the muscles even tighter and more highly pronounced. Ryan's inner muscles whorishly squeezed the big man's buried meat, teasing the sensitive nerve endings, prompting more cum-inducing contractions. Sex juice erupted from the deeply embedded prick in waves, flooding the young stud's insides and, at long last, abating the fire inside. While Tequan snorted and bucked in the ecstasy of orgasm Lombardo rose, yanked Ryan's head back over the foot of the bed and speared his vein-gnarled club into the wet, tight throat. In a matter of seconds he was unloading his babies straightaway down to the athlete's belly. Pulling back he let the final surges fill the boy's mouth, affording him a taste of his rich, creamy semen. Ryan wrapped his tongue around the shooting shaft, sucked up the sweet seepage and greedily gulped it down. Thoroughly spent, Tequan rolled off the fucked-out teen onto his back beside him. With one hand casually thrown over his laboriously rising and falling chest he diddled with his sticky hard-on while he attempted to recapture breath. Lombardo pulled out, wiped his cock head along both sides of Ryan's face and stretched out on the other side of the boy. "Damn, that's some fine pussy!" Tequan managed, the rage in him faded. "Ain't had nothin' that good since long before lock up." "Yeah, Ryan here, he's real special," Lombardo admitted, propped up on his side and toying with the boy's big toe. "Bardo, remember what we done with that one motherfucker in the hole? That kid who come in there all cocky and shit?" "You mean that skinny shit with all the tattoos and attitude?" He already knew where this was leading. "Yeah, that's the one." "How the fuck did we get both our cocks up him at the same time without ripping his ass open?" A sly smile played about Lombardo's cruel lips as he observed Ryan tense. Tequan chuckled. "Don't know. But it sure was the tightest fuck I ever gave. Say, I'm still hard? You?" "I'm workin' my way back to one." "We gonna need lotsa lube for this, though. Got any?" "Fuck yeah, I do." Ryan shot up from the bed and bolted for the door, trickles of cum leaking down his inner thighs, as both men fell onto their backs with laughter. "He took their loads, in his ass and his mouth. And he didn't spit it out!" Trey threw himself on his back on Luke's bed and kicked his legs out gleefully. "Oh man, this is great! Totally fucking great!" Lucas observed his brother's reaction from the sides of his spectacles. It was not as he had expected. "So you set up these cams, Lukie?" Trey asked excitedly, shooting back to a seated position on the edge of the bed. Lucas nervously avoided Trey's eyes. "Yes," he responded slowly. "I was sure Lombardo was up to something. I just did it to protect us all." Trey ruffled the boy's unruly mop. "You're such a smart kid, Luke." With a sweep of his hand he indicated all of his brother's equipment. "Sometimes I think I'd be better off knowing more about all this stuff than a pigskin ball." Lucas grinned sheepishly. "And sometimes I wish I was better at sports." Trey knew a reassuring arm over his younger brother's shoulder. "I told you I'd train you. Anytime you want. You know that. You're my little bro." Then, with a finger to his lips, "Ssssshhh. You hear that?" Sure enough, Lucas heard the pad of Ryan's feet as he snuck down the hallway and the soft click of his door as he pushed it shut. "Raunchy fuck! Didn't even bother to clean up in the bathroom," Trey chuckled. Then, "Luke, how long has this stuff been going on?" Lucas shrugged. "I'm guessing most of last summer. Ever since that criminal got here." "Ryan's been fucking him right under our noses all summer." Trey repeated with a snicker. "At school he's got all his boys, his clique, he hangs with and all that pussy offered to the superstar, and all the while he's getting his ass banged by the help." "But you're the real superstar, Trey," Lucas told him, hero worship evident in his voice. "Not if that little queer fuck keeps getting in my way." Trey responded darkly. "Ever since he wormed himself onto the football team Coach has been benching me. He's slowly taking over, Luke. Edging me out." Lucas' eyes were wide. "No, that can't happen!" "Not, it can't," Trey agreed. "Say did you take any, what do they call them, pictures of all this action?" "Screen captures," Luke corrected him. "Right, right! Did you?" Luke averted his brother's eyes, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Well, yes, some." "Great! That's smart, Lukie." His hand rubbed the center of the other boy's back with reassurance. "You need to document this kind of stuff in case, you know, you need it someday." "To prove that Lombardo is a trouble maker and a bad influence on this entire house," Luke quickly agreed. "Somehow he must have forced Ryan, threatened him or something." Trey whistled low. "Didn't look to me like Ryan was being forced into doing anything. That kid likes sucking dick and taking a hard fuck. Say, Luke, you think I could have one of those pictures?" Lucas' eyes widened. "W-why?" "Aw, c'mon, little bro," with arm around his shoulder again and hugging the boy closely to him, "don't you trust me?" "B-but I don't want to make trouble for Ryan. It's Lombardo! He's evil!" "Lukie, who's the one protects you from those bullies at school? Me or Ryan? Who's the one comes up here and talks with you? Me or Ryan? Who's the one tries to include you in stuff, bring you out of your shy shell? Me or Ryan? Who loves you more than anyone else? Me or Ryan?" Trey was right. Not that he was a bad kid, but Ryan never really showed any interest in Luke. It was almost like the boy was an oddity to him. Only the eldest brother and their mother seemed to have any affection for the fifteen year old. "Wh-what are you going to do with it?" Lucas asked, still unconvinced. "Hang on to it. Just in case." Trey knew his answer was feeble. In fact, he really didn't know what he planned to do with the incriminating photo of his rival engaging in homo sex. It just seemed like an important thing to possess. "I don't know," Luke told him, sheepishly. Trey decided to back off and not press the issue. With a final brotherly hug he got up off the bed and headed to the door. "Just sleep on it, Lukie. And don't worry about anything. Between the two of us, we'll figure this out somehow. Night, little bro." "Good night, Trey," Luke responded. He knew he should feel relieved at having unburdened his troubles on his eldest brother but the boy still had a nagging uncertainly churning in his gut. Trey had the door open a fraction when a realization suddenly smacked him in the face. He halted, his brows quizzically furrowed and pressed the door shut again. "Wait a minute. Earlier, you said Lombardo makes them do things. Them. Then you mentioned Dad." Frightening realization crowded his good looks as he turned to look at the other boy, "Lukie, what did you mean by that?" Oliver Harris panted with unrestrained passion, his big body still quivering in the bed after the intense orgasm which had painted his chubby chest with scores of fresh teen cum. He'd just watched the latest "Ryan show" on his laptop monitor, live from the Baldwin estate. When Ryan's brother, and Ollie's best friend, Lucas confided in him the tawdry going's-on at the house and shown him archived footage, Oliver had cleverly managed to secretly secure Lucas' I.P. address. It proved easy for him to hack into Lucas' computer and view all the illicit sex between hunky Ryan, his father, the handyman and now this foreboding black man. Long before he was privy to these activities Ollie had been attracted to Lucas' older brother. He'd masturbated through countless fantasies involving himself and the hunky, muscular athlete. After the shocking reveal about Ryan's sex life he became even more convinced that his dreams might one day become reality. His crush on the high school jock intensified. He carried a print-out of a nude Ryan, screen captured from one of his voyeur sessions, in his school book bag. Passing the object of his affections in the school hallways he made a point of greeting the heart throb, oblivious to the cackles from Ryan's jock groupies. Ryan always nodded in response, noting to his hangers-on that the kid was a friend of his nerdy brother. Just that simple acknowledgement was enough to send Olllie to the last bathroom stall where he yanked out his Ryan picture and jerked off to the image. He envisioned countless scenarios, all with the main theme of seducing Ryan. In his fantasies Ryan wasn't repulsed by his girth. Together they engaged in any number of sexual acts: Ryan licking his fat body from head to toe, kissing him tenderly, sucking his boy cock and rimming his chubby ass; Ollie worshipping Ryan's well-developed muscles, tasting his beautiful dick and fucking his gorgeous bubbled ass. Ryan would beg him to cum inside him, fill him with his babies, impregnate him, and Ollie would eagerly comply. The boy hardly realized his dangerous obsession was mounting daily. He was actually imaging a future with Ryan Baldwin. His casual smiles and greetings grew more frequent. He became even bolder, once approaching the teen as he crammed for a test in the school library. Ryan, being the decent guy he was, hadn't rebuffed him. But he hadn't exactly been encouraging, either. Still, Ollie remained hopeful. One day he and Ryan would be boyfriends. Or, at the very least, secret lovers. Maybe, in the future, husbands. He was determined. He couldn't fail. He had to have the object of his desires. Ryan would come around. And if he didn't.......