Threesome

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"You did what? Angelo screamed at Paul who sat sipping a martini looking at Angelo who was visibly and emotionally very upset. Paul looked up over the glass and smiled weakly.

" I had sex with your uncle Vito. It was no big deal." He looked at Angelo and saw the hurt expression in his eyes. "What the hell did you expect me to do? That big gorilla was hell bent on beating the shit out of me so I sucked him off and let him fuck me. What would you have done?"

"Why? Why would you do it knowing how I feel about you?"

"Because he threatened to break all my fingers and burn down the house, that's why. You yourself said that Vito was a violent S.O.B. That crazy son-of-a-bitch drove all the way from New Haven to do it. Was I supposed to let him kill me because he found out that you were gay and thought that I was responsible for making you a queer? It was nothing. It was just sex. He was a piece of ass and nothing more then that. Babe, that's the honest truth and that you have to believe." Paul rolled his big round hound dog eyes that crinkled when he smiled. "But what a piece of ass, that Vito was."

Angelo sighed and did understood what Paul meant. Vito would burn down Paul's house. He had broken arms and legs and he always carried a weapon on him. Angelo smiled and brightened. "So it was just a piece of ass. I can buy that." He turned his eyes to Paul. "So you let Uncle Vito put the cucumber to you. It's some cucumber? I've seen it in the baths when we use to go with my Dad and some of the boys on my father's crew. Vito used to swing that thing so the guys would cringe with envy at the size of Godzilla. I was glad that I wore a towel, as my dick got so hard. I couldn't take my eyes off of the size and thickness. Tell me he was terrible? I want to hear he was the worst piece of ass you ever had."

"No, baby he was wonderful. He was tender and loving. " Paul smiled. "But nobody makes love to me like you do."

"You're so full of shit and a diplomat to boot. You tell me how wonderful I am because you know how insecure I am. " Now

Angelo rolled his eyes. "Next you'll be telling me that you want a threesome?"

"I've been doing a lot of thinking along those lines." Paul smiled and pulled an olive from the glass and ate it.

"Are you crazy?" Angelo's voice was raised in surprise and looked at Paul. "No, you really mean it."

"Yes, I'd love to have that sausage in me again. What would you say if he calls again, which I doubt, that we have us a threesome.

Don't look at me that way, Angelo, and don't bullshit me. You would love to have him too. All you've spoken about since we've been together is how you'd love to get it on with Uncle Vito. Now we may have the chance, you chickening out on me. It's the perfect opportunity but suddenly you are thinking about some incestuous thing."

Angelo looked at Paul who sat there drinking and acting smugly. Angelo walked over to where he was seated and took the drink from Paul's meaty hand and drained it with one swallow.

"It's crazy but I love it. I love the idea that only a sick mind like yours could think of it. But it would be something if I could fuck him. What a pleasure it would be to get back at Marie, by having her husband Vito who is probably telling everybody within shouting distance that I take it up the ass and am a pansy. How I would love to have my meat in him. If he calls which I doubt, let's go for it. Babe, fix us both a drink so we can make a toast to fucking Uncle Vito."

Vito sat on the big flower comforter watching his wife Marie at her dressing table, spreading a hair depilatory cream on her upper lip to remove the mustache hairs. The white cream was smeared on her chin and sideburns too. She was wearing an old housecoat and pink bloomers like his grandmother had worn when he was a kid, the elastic band now stretched and droopy. In the mirror, he could see her drooping breasts hanging to her waist like belly blankets. Her nipples were large enough to feed a hungry village.

She was oblivious to Vito's presence as she headed to the shower. She never let Vito see her naked; not even when they were first married and that was thirty-five years ago. She undressed in the dark, had sex in the dark until one day she decided that sex was over and that was it. He looked at the cross hanging over the bed that she use to put a towel over when she occasionally let him do it and that was based on a reward system that she administered like a frugal taskmaster. Vito watched her walk into the toilet and he thought of Paul moving his round ass to take his thrusts and calling out Vito's name and telling him how wonderful he was. The mere thought of Paul licking the head of his cock, made Vito hard. Vito had thought about that past afternoon long and hard, and decided he had to see this Paul guy again. 

Paul was more then surprised when Vito called. Vito hemmed and hawed on the phone but finally said that he wanted to see him again. Paul had never expected him to call, figuring that Vito was one of those men that once the sex act was over were filled with guilt and resentment fearing their own masculinity. But Vito had been a willing participant from the beginning and never held back enjoying the sexual experience. Paul thought of the big sausage between Vito's legs and told him that Friday would be a good day for them to get together.

When Paul informed Angelo about the call and the time, Angelo voiced his nervousness but admitted that the mere thought of putting the wood to his Uncle Vito or at least sucking on that magnificent tool had sent him to the toilet to jerk off. The idea of having Vito had stirred Angelo's loins since he was a teenager. Angelo had spread his seed into more Kleenex tissues over Vito and now he was going to get the chance to have real sex with him.

Vito was big and burly and with his dark brooding eyes was handsome. People thought of Vito as this big enforcer but Angelo had known the soft side of the man that very few saw. Didn't he cry like a baby at Bobby Cockeyes funeral? Yes, Angelo would be there and hoped that it would work out. Angelo did worry about how Vito would react when Angelo walked into the bedroom to find he and Paul locked together. Vito was a violent man and even though he might be getting his lob sucked there was the possibility that he would explode as he was known to do on occasion.

Paul thought not. Vito had initiated the call so he was the one who wanted to have sex. Vito had also tried to push up the day and the hour. No, Vito would get it on once the shock wore off. Vito would probably enjoy taking it up the ass as straight guys always claim they want to know what it feels like when they put it to their wives when in reality they crave it. But in a game that they were playing, Paul and Angelo would just have to wait and see how the hand played out.

Friday came with agonizing slowness as Paul moved around the house in an old terrycloth robe that fell open so his fleshy chest and smooth belly were exposed. His nipples were large and touching the rough cloth had them hard and tingling. Paul had showered, shaved and taken care of himself so he was ready. Moving around the carpeted floor in bare feet, his thick muscular thighs and calves churning as he prepared ice and got the Scotch ready. For some reason, Paul was as nervous as a teenager on a first date and he didn't understand why.

Vito drove through the streets of Brooklyn checking himself in the sun visor mirror. He had taken great pains that morning so Marie had commented where he was going with that new cologne that he was wearing. He stared at her blankly avoiding her eyes and she soon was on the phone with her sister. Vito wore new gabardine slacks, tasseled loafers and a dark polo shirt that was lifted from some truck. Thick tufts of graying hair peeked through at the open collar. Soon he would be there and he felt his cock beginning to grow in his pants and smiled at the thought of having sex with Paul once more. Romantic music played on the radio as Vito pulled up in front of Paul's house.

Angelo saw Vito's car as it turned the corner and quickly hit the brake. He parked up the block and prayed that Vito didn't see him. The anticipation and excitement had Angelo hard and he was ready. Angelo was crazy about Paul but having sex with Uncle Vito propelled him forward with such a lust that his dick was twitching involuntarily.

Paul checked the clock on the wall and knew that it was "Showtime". He took a large pull from the Scotch when the front bell's ringing startled him. Paul ran to the door and opened it. Standing framed in the doorway was Vito.

"Surprised to see me?" Vito said gruffly. "I'm surprised to be here myself. I thought long and hard, questioned my motives and myself; but the overriding factor was that sex with you was great and I haven' t had that in years and I wanted more of it. Am I a fag? That thought fills me with repulsion but I'm here and looking forward to an afternoon of fun and games so maybe I am. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Paul was surprised at Vito's answer. "Come on in. I've been waiting also. I left someone with a toilet that won't flush so I could be with you today. Does that answer the question?"

Vito stepped inside the house and took Paul into his arms and kissed him not hard but with a tenderness that surprised Paul. His fingers reached inside the open terrycloth robe and he squeezed Paul's nipples with pressure that was exciting and not hurtful. Paul's nipples grew under the constant pressure of Vito's thumb and forefinger and were hard as cherry pits. Vito bent down and began to suck on them, his tongue and mouth leaving a trail of saliva on Paul's nipples. This time Vito led Paul into the bedroom and began to disrobe him, planting kisses on his forehead, cheeks and mouth. There was hunger now as his tongue penetrated Paul's mouth and the two men entwined holding each other tightly. They kissed hungrily. Paul opened Vito's shirt slowly running his hands over Vito's body and hairy chest, gently touching his nipples with his fingers. He opened Vito's belt and unzipping Vito's slacks and could see the cucumber ready to burst out of his pants. A large ring of pre cum appeared as Paul reached in and touched the growing giant through the white cotton briefs. Vito shuddered at Paul's touch and moaned. Paul reached in and grabbed Vito's cock and felt the sticky, creamy liquid pre-cum and tasted it. Paul sighed with pleasure and pulled Vito's jockey shorts down as Vito slipped off his pants, socks and loafers. Vito's cock was as beautiful as Paul had remembered. Paul led Vito to the bed and pushed Vito down onto the clean sheets and began to kiss and suck on Vito's toes, his mouth encircling the big toe as he began to suck on it. Vito cried out as Paul's tongue then moved up his thighs slowly like a serpent searching for a meal. Paul's face nestled in Vito's balls that hung there like two bowling balls. He nuzzled the soft sack and kissed each ball tasting them as Vito moved his ass back and forth on the bed. The hair on Vito's balls were fine and Paul's tongue traced a vein up to the shaft of Vito's cock that was as hard as steel.

Angelo checked his watch and knew that enough time had gone by and slipped his key into the lock and turned it softly and entered the house. His emotions ranged from jealousy to excitement and adrenalin quickened his pace as lust propelled him forward. Angelo knew that Paul didn't want to play "Pots and Pans" at this particular time and had been up front from the beginning of their relationship. Angelo slipped out of his shoes as he moved toward the bedroom. He peeked inside the door and saw Paul between Vito's legs sucking on Vito's cock, Paul's watermelon buns stared up at him as Paul moved up and down on Vito's shaft, his balls flapping in the breeze.

"Holy shit!" Angelo cried out startling Vito who had his eyes closed. Instinctively Vito reached for his weapon but he was naked. He jumped up in bed.

"Angelo," he screamed out at his nephew who stood there with defiance on his face. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Angelo looked at Vito's cock and the mere size was incredible.

"What the fuck am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here? You've told the whole neighborhood that I'm a fag and I find you with my lover having sex. "

"I thought you would get here later tonight. It's nothing."

" You wanted sex with Paul while I was at work and don't bullshit me. You call me a fag but here is my lover sucking on your lob." He looked down at Paul who continued to suck on Vito's cock. "Let me see it he shouted at Paul. Paul took his mouth from Vito's bulbous head now slick with saliva. "I want some of that and am going to get it. So Vito, lay back and enjoy it or some of the boys will know what and who you are. Angelo dive-bombed onto Vito's meat and began to suck on his cock. "I can't believe it," Angelo shouted as he came up for air.

"I can't believe it either," Vito shouted. "My own nephew sucking me off."

Angelo worked the head, his tongue moving around it slowly tasting it, licking at the piss head before he moved down the shaft examining the colossal meat, the large blue vein that ran the length of his cock, the folds of meat as he sucked hungrily at Vito's cock.

Paul began kissing Vito's mouth, his tongue playing hide and seek with Vito's tongue and Vito responded. Vito had never been in a threesome and the feeling was incredible.

Angelo licked at Vito's sack tasting the saltiness mixed with cologne and lifted Vito's massive legs. Angelo's tongue found the perineum and he began to lick at it like a hungry cat.

Vito cried out, "Mama Mia," as Angelo's mouth and tongue worked the area tasting the man that he had dreamed about. Angelo could see Vito's touchhole, felt his round buns as his tongue moved until his tongue flicked at Vito's hole. Angelo tasted the touchhole sucking and licking it forcing Vito to shake and moan and he rocked back and forth wanting Angelo's face in his ass. Angelo's tongue worked the bud, nipping at it gently as he listened to Vito's cries of pleasure. Brazenly, Angelo moistened his finger and placed it against the slick touchhole that was begging to be entered. Angelo didn't care how Vito would react. All he knew was that he wanted his fingers and then his cock inside of him. Paul saw what Angelo was doing and kissed Vito passionately as Angelo's finger entered Vito's hole. Vito winched but relaxed as the finger moved inside of him. Angelo was sucking Vito's cock and finger fucking Vito who was squeezing his own nipples and rubbing his belly.

"Oh, Jesus," Vito shouted as Angelo put two fingers inside Vito. Sweat was dripping from Vito's body and ran down his furry chest and Paul licked at it.

Vito's cock throbbed as Angelo moved his fingers inside of him, and now Angelo made the move that he might regret for the rest of his life but he took his cock and placed the fat head against Vito's hole and forced it in.

"What the fuck," Vito shouted as Angelo's meat found its way inside of him. The thrill for Angelo was ecstasy as he felt the heat, wetness and tightness of Vito's virgin ass. Angelo moved slowly and Vito began to murmur as Angelo moved inside of him knowing that what he was doing might get him killed.

"Oh, oh, oh," Vito shouted and began to move his ass to take Angelo. "Yes, Yes, he cried out as Angelo's cock entered him deeper and then pulled out. Vito grabbed Paul and began to kiss him with a ferocity that startled Paul, but he kissed him back and squeezed his nipples that were now swollen and hard and standing tall.

Angelo knew that Vito was loving it as he threw his beautiful round buns slick with sweat back to take the thrusts, Vito's cock throbbed as Angelo moved quicker and quicker inside of him. Angelo pounded away grabbing first Vito's buns and hips as he drove his cock into him, listening to Vito moan and cry out. Angelo grabbed Vito's cock with both hands and began to stroke Vito's cock as he moved inside of Vito knowing that he couldn't hold out much longer and he was going to cum. This was something that he had dreamed about since he was a kid.

"Fuck me," Vito cried out as Angelo fucked him hard as Vito bucked like a wild animal taking whatever Angelo was putting to him. "Ride me, Baby," he shouted as his ass and hips came up to meet Angelo's cock. Angelo could feel the hairs on Vito's ass he was so far inside of him. Angelo jerked at Vito's big monster as Paul sucked on Vito's nipples and they both knew that Vito was getting ready when he clamped down on Angelo's cock as Angelo prepared to blast into Vito's ass. Angelo knew that he was ready to pop and hoped he could come with Vito. Angelo began to suck on Vito's cock and fuck him sensing that Vito was now ready.

Angelo could hold out no longer and unleashed a load into Vito that he thought would never end. Vito rocked back and forth as Angelo sucked quicker and quicker and Vito cried out, "Here I cum," and shot his load into Angelo's waiting mouth. Angelo took Vito's creamy load and savored every drop. Angelo licked every bit of cum until Vito was limp.

Vito had never been fucked before and now took Paul's cock into his mouth and began to suck on it. At first slowly, fearful that he might gag or vomit. He liked the feeling as Paul's cock filled his mouth. His tongue swirled at the velvet head as Paul began to fuck Vito's face. Paul watched Vito's face and eyes as he sucked on his cock. There was a look of satisfaction as he took more and more of Paul into his mouth and moved quicker as he gained confident. Paul cried out, "Here I cum," and shot his load into Vito's mouth. Vito didn't gag but took the sweet semen and tasted it. He swallowed Paul's load licking and taking every drop of cum.

They were all drenched in sweat and Angelo kissed Vito on the mouth and tasted Paul. He kissed Vito again and he responded putting his arms around him and holding him tight.

"Nobody must ever know what we've done. "

"Nobody will ever know unless you tell them," Angelo said and kissed Vito again.

Paul smiled. "Is everybody hungry?" The wine and sauce are ready and all we need is the water to boil for the Penne. After we eat, what do you say if we do it again?

Vito looked at Angelo and kissed him. "I'd like that, a lot."