Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2007 09:02:34 -0500
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Straight Buddy Ray:  The Son Also Rises

Last go-'round I told you horny cock lovers about the night my straight
buddy finally placed his macho lips on my mighty master and showed it
some hunky lovin'.  Afterwards, while we were comin' down from our sex
high, I thought I saw something at the living room window.  Ray brushed
it off as some overgrown shrubbery against the side of the house and I
took his word at it.  Wasn't until a good three years later  I found out
it was no fuckin' bush at all---we had ourselves a regular Peeping Tom
that night who got himself a real eyeful of me and straight Ray goin' at
each other in plain view right there on the floor.  This installment of
my story picks up a few months after that night in 2001, which served
to improve the course of all our horndog sex lives far into the future.

Goes without saying, but if you aren't yet of legal age to view adult
material consider yourself forewarned that this ain't no Disney story.
The author reserves all applicable rights to his creation.

copyright 2007 JRoyale


A pleasantly warm evening breeze wafted through the open upper windows of
the solidly built attractive house on Mansgrove Lane, tickling the hairs
on the legs of the teen aged boy lying unashamedly nude on his bed
directly under the window.  His room faced the expansive back yard,
now enchanted by a romantic moon glow whose gleam washed over his sports
banner-laden walls and added to his erotic mood.  It was late on this
early summer's eve.  After midnight, in fact.  He knew he should be
asleep by now, but his raging fifteen-year-old hormones were on overdrive
and demanding some kind of relief.  His parents were certainly asleep in
their own room, his younger sister and brothers tucked away in their
beds.  At times like this he was extremely grateful to have his own
bedroom, small as it was.  Becoming a teenager demanded some kind of
privacy, something his father apparently understood.  The man
had championed the high school Sophomore's plight and transformed the
one-time sewing room into a neat little bedroom.  It might not be much,
but the teen finally had his very own domain to inhabit.  He'd fixed it
up quite nice, in fact, with shelving for his numerous sport trophies
while team memorabilia and NASCAR posters adorned the walls.  It was the
typical suburban teenager's room.  But the images racing through the mind
of the handsome youth were anything but typical.

Young Raymond Giagianno had known the pleasures his dick could bring him
from the time he was eleven and going on twelve.  A particularly raunchy
girlie magazine pilfered by one of his neighborhood buddies from an
unsuspecting daddy's dresser drawer first gave the youngsters a
delicious idea of what went on between adults behind closed doors.  All
of a sudden the heretofore perplexing sounds they sometimes heard
emanating from their parent's bedrooms late at night had a reason.  Young
Raymond Junior, or RJ as he was affectionately called, began taking
notice of women's bodies in a completely different manner than he had
before.  Just like in the magazine pictures, breasts weren't only to
differentiate women from men---they were pleasure tools to be licked,
sucked and to slide your hard dick between.   And those close-up camera
shots of an overly made-up bleached-out blond Pamela Anderson wannabe
swallowing a man's big dick was more than enough to make RJ's
cockadoodledoo stand up and salute.

Timmy Taylor had the group beat by a few months in age and seemed to be
the most worldliest due to his father's vast porn collection.  The boys
would often meet down at the creek through the wooded glen at the end of
the street and slobber over Timmy's latest treasure spirited from his
house.  When Timmy told them all about wet dreams, which he'd been having
for a while, RJ ended up having his first a few evenings later.  Sure it
was a little bit scary---and he was left  in a quandary as to what to do
with his messed underwear---but it felt so good.  Timmy also was the one
to teach the boys the pleasures of masturbation, which he demonstrated in
the semi-privacy of the glen.  The other boys were quick to unzip their
flies, haul out their pre-teen pricks and join their mentor in a fevered
circle jerk.  All eyes were jealously on RJ, who sported the biggest
piece of them all---bar none!

Initially a source of embarrassment to him, young RJ quickly learned that
the other boys were envious of his advanced development.  Early on, he
earned the obscene nick name "donkey dick" after being observed by
another youngster while taking a piss in the boy's room.  When the boys
reached that age where showers were required after gym class, RJ became
something of a legend.  Nearly every other boy had to take a peek,
playfully slap his ass with a rolled-up towel and rib the boy about his
appendage, which hung prouder than any two of theirs combined.  Good
natured RJ laughed it all off, calling the others a bunch of "midget
dicked pussies".  This back and forth taunting was all in good fun; no
one really had a mean word to say about the boy. RJ was one of the more
popular students at school due in large part to his above-average sports
skills which would, in years to come, lead to many team victories.

The first time worldly Timmy Taylor got a look at RJ's meat his eyes
near bugged out of his head.  One had to admire a pre-teen who had a dick
and ball bag larger than any of the guys fucking the broads in the
magazines Timmy pilfered from his father's stash.  The damned thing must
have been a foot long and near thick as a wrist!  In fact, it was just
short of a full twelve inches (RJ measured it once in a moment of
curiosity).  As he rapidly approached his teens, RJ harbored a secret
fear that the thing would continue to grow and become completely
unmanageable.  It was already damned difficult to conceal the boners he
sprung in class, even with the fashionable baggy jeans he wore!


Girls were instantly attracted to RJ's good looks.  The boy closely
resembled his own father at that age, although his features leaned more
toward the Italian side of Ray's heritage.  About the only thing he was
able to boast from his mother's Irish roots was a pair of striking
emerald green eyes which sparkled with secret amusement.  His body was
lean and trim, already showing swells of teenage muscularity from all the
sports he participated in.  The boy's school jock popularity combined
with those dark, mature good looks made RJ quite the catch for many a
young lady.

He was thirteen and in the eighth grade the first time it happened for
him.  The team was on a bus on their way home from a victorious "away"
basketball game when two of the cheerleaders made their way to the back
where RJ and Leon Taylor, an ace black b-ball player, were seated across
from each other.  Dark-haired Tara Simmons sat next to Leon while
naturally blond Sheri Parker scooted herself in beside RJ.  In the early
evening darkness it was relatively easy for them to go unnoticed by the
Coaches and bus driver.  The girls were huge teases, flashing the boys
glimpses of creamy inner thighs under their short cheerleader outfits and
giggling under their breath at the effect they were having on them.
Sheri was the first to make a move, taking hold of RJ's strong hand and
placing it between her legs, coaxing him to rub her pussy through her
panties while her wet lips played against his throat.  RJ instantly boned
up, all those explicit sexual fantasies he'd been having suddenly come
true.  It felt so deliciously warm and sinfully moist between Sheri's
smooth, squirming legs.

The other boys on the team knew damned well what they were up to in the
back of the bus and, when they weren't keeping look out for any signs of
supervisory intrusion, the happy horndogs were stealing glances at their
star players getting a feel of some cheerleader coochie.  RJ's pride
wouldn't allow any of them to think it was his first time; he and Leon
were the Junior Varsity super stars, for cripe's sake---they had a
reputation to live up to!  Besides, Sheri was awful pretty and for a long
time he'd wondered what she looked like under that skimpy pleated
outfit.

RJ's middle and index finger found their way under Sheri's silk panties
and made contact with the girl's soft cunt lips.  The teen jock was a
bundle of nervous anticipation, but determined not to show it, as he
relied on Timmy Taylor's trash magazines to lead him on his journey to
her clitoris.  When the tip of his thick finger found her love button
Sheri let out an uncontrollable moan that could damned well have spelled
disaster for all.  Toying with her bud, RJ reached under her team
sweatshirt and cupped a breast through her brassiere, feeling the nipple
grown hard and rigid under the thin material. Sheri's lips found those
of the handsome jock and easily slid her tongue between his full, juicy
lips to give him his first real and passionate kiss.  Their bodies
squirmed together in the heat of teen age passion as though they were
completely alone on the bus.

When Sheri reached down to grope his crotch she knew all at once that the
stories she'd heard about the dark haired jock were true.  For a stunned
moment her breath seemed to stop and then she was busily working at the
zipper on his jeans, desperate to free what felt like a club throbbing
under the denim.  There were gasps from some of the other b-ball boys
when RJ's thick member sprung into clear view.  They'd all seen him in
the showers before---but never fully aroused, as he was now.  The foot
long teen cock was fat and heavily veined, youthful blood pulsing heavily
just below the flesh-toned surface, the helmet a huge and perfectly
shaped mushroom cap encircled with a nicely meaty ridge.  A pearl drop of
pre-cum had already surfaced to clot the wide slash of his deep piss
slit.

With reptilian grace, Sheri slithered from the bus seat to kneel down on
the floor between his spread thighs and began wetly licking the
surprisingly lengthy surface of RJ's teen prick.  The girl had been
sucking dick since she was eleven, when she was introduced to the fine
art of fellatio by her California-based fourteen-year-old cousin Doreen.
The cock they practiced upon was Doreen's sixteen-year-old brother
Donald, whose teen cock got a lot of action that week visiting the
relatives in Jersey. Sheri took to cock like a pig to slop, sucking
Donald dry several times a day---not to mention the long nights.  It
didn't take long, after the two returned to California, to find a
pubescent boy or two to hone her craft upon.  To anyone else, Sheri
seemed like your average, well-adjusted young girl but, to more than a
few lads in the neighborhood her lips were the source of ultimate bliss.

Technically, at that time, she was still a virgin---and wanted to remain
that way at least until she was a Junior.  Sheri allowed the boys to
finger her fiery twat, but never permitted them to advance beyond that.
Freshman Chucky Johnson received the privilege of licking her pussy,
causing Sheri to almost---almost---let him have the honors of breaking
her in.  But better sense prevailed and Chucky had to be satisfied with
yet another oral release.

Eyeing RJ's monster of a dick, Sheri couldn't imagine how any girl---or
woman---would be able to take that behemoth up her pussy!  She couldn't
even figure how she'd be able to get the thing into her mouth.
Nevertheless, the sight of RJ's adult-looking cock turned Sheri on like
none had before.  She tackled his giant cock stalk with short, wet licks
while her petite hands milked the humongous length.  RJ's thick, rigid
prick jumped excitedly when she finally managed to get the massive purple
cock head between her heart-shaped lips and worked her tongue over his
sensitive glans.  Try as she might, Sheri couldn't prevent her pearly
white teeth from scraping against it, but the sensation didn't seem to
be bothering RJ one tiny bit.  Growing braver, she managed to swallow a
couple more inches of the teen's succulent meat, halting when she felt
the leaking head press against the back of her throat.  As she grew more
comfortable with his formidable size Sheri began bobbing her head up and
down, slowly at first, fucking her face on RJ's dong.

RJ was enjoying hell out of his introduction into actual sex; he'd never
felt so good before!  A blow job sure beat hell out of all his earlier
jack off sessions!  The delicious sensations of a hot, wet mouth wrapped
around his meat were absolutely awesome!  His fingers dug into Sheri's
long, silky hair as he needlessly guided her head up and down on his
throbbing shaft, impressed that she'd managed to handle as much as she
had.  His other hand went down to cup one of her perky breasts, squeezing
and massaging it through the material of her team sweatshirt.  Quietly
groaning from her trained technique, RJ's head fell against the seat
back and his eyelids, heavy with sex, flickered closed.  He was barely
aware of his head rolling from side to side against the seat when Sheri
threw herself into overdrive and more forcefully impaled her face with
his wet weapon.

Dreamily opening his eyes, RJ found his head turned in the direction of
Leon, who was also getting a fevered blow job from fiery Tara.  Leon had
a decent sized dick on him, too, but RJ figured he had a good two to
three inches on his black b-ball buddy.  He found it somewhat curious
that Leon's eyes seemed trained on his cock, licking his full Negroid
lips as he intently observed Sheri give a wild blow job.  Maybe Leon was
the type who liked to voyeur others while he was getting a little
something of his own.  Not that RJ minded; he was growing prouder and
prouder of the genetic conversation piece.

RJ was barely aware of the attentive audience of team mates craning their
necks for a gander at the hot sex action taking place in the back of the
school bus.  All that mattered was his cock, and the lusty affection it
was being lavished by one particularly sluttish cheer leader.  RJ was far
too excited to hold out for long and, in a matter of short minutes,
reached his first real orgasm.  It was the most fantastic feeling in the
world, far more intense than when he jerked off a steamy load.  How in
hell Coach Webb and the cheerleader's instructor didn't hear him from
the back of the bus remained a mystery to young RJ, who was a panting,
grunting mass as his teen juice erupted from his sweet cock.  Poor Sheri
got more than she bargained for.  The first shot nearly drowned her.  As
she struggled to uncork her mouth, another mammoth blast doused her
tonsils.  Sputtering, she backed off---but not quickly enough to avoid
taking the next blasts directly to the face.  As well as being hung like
a bull, RJ came like a breeding stallion.

What none of the horny students knew, or even suspected, was that Coach
Webb was fully aware of what was going on in the back of the bus on that,
and subsequent, team trips.  Webb was a horndog, himself, and was damned
if he was going to deny his testosterone-enhanced teen charges the fruits
of their puberty.  Long as no one knew he was hip to their antics, he was
legally in the clear.  After all, a Coach can't chaperone each
student's actions every waking second.  Besides, he had Marion Hedges,
clueless cheerleading coach, as his alibi.  Webb kept Marion busy with
scintillating conversation in the front of the bus while his charges
frolicked in the rear. He just hoped the lads were paying strict
attention in their sex ed class and rubbered up so none of those lusty
cheer leaders wound up pregnant and caused a major scandal.

Although she and Chucky Johnson became a more serious item, Sheri
continued to take care of RJ on a somewhat irregular basis after their
initial outing.  Chucky wasn't the least bit jealous; he stood on the
sidelines jerking off his own teen meat while watching his girl friend
tackle the biggest cock any of them had ever seen.  Once word got out
that RJ's prowess was anything but mythical he became even more the
popular jock.  Any number of starry eyed eighth grade girls wanted to be
seen at his side.  And there were more than a few older, high school
types who offered themselves to the new stud on campus.  RJ found himself
in the enviable position of rarely getting through one day without having
gotten his young rocks off.  Sex was as thrilling to him as defeating a
first place b-ball team in the finals.  The day he led his school to a
win at the state championship RJ celebrated by fucking Sue Carroll, a
beautiful high school Senior whose multiple orgasms began the moment RJ
bottomed out in her hot pussy.

Splayed out buck naked and wide awake in his bed, RJ tucked one arm back
under his pillow and allowed the other to glide over his chest and down
the trim tautness of his torso.  His fingers combed through the curly
hairs of his thick pubic bush and gripped the base of the youngster's
blazing erection.  Memories of Sheri (and all the  others) had RJ boned
up and horny late on this summer's night.  Although impossible for his
fingers to meet around the surface of his thick organ, RJ's hand began
slow and teasing strokes up and down his enormous pleasure pole.   In
short order clear waves of pre-cum began pulsing from his dick slit,
coating the massive head with slick wetness.   Running the palm of his
working hand over the handsome crown, RJ pressed the back of his head
deeper into the pillow while he moaned heavily.  The rich pre-cum served
to lubricate his hand, which pumped more easily along the length of his
rigid meat.  It wasn't as good as a warm mouth or pussy enveloping his
teen cock but, by fifteen years of age, RJ Giagianno had pretty much
perfected the art of self manipulation.

Images of pretty Sheri Parker and her soft, succulent lips wrapped around
his rod served to arouse RJ even more.  She appeared like such a sweet,
innocent young girl to the school faculty, but RJ and several others knew
she excelled in one particular subject---and was getting better all the
time.  The strawberry blond was now able to take more than half his dick
into her sucking vacuum of a mouth.  Aware that Sheri had gotten her
cherry broken in their Freshmen year of high school, RJ wanted to slip
his teen dick into her hot pussy and throw her a fuck with a real dick
and was fairly certain one day Chucky would broach the idea.  RJ wasn't
bothered at all by Sheri's boyfriend watching the girl suck him off; in
fact, it actually served to turn him on all the more.

Stroking his beef steak, RJ pictured Sheri's twat, imagining how it
would feel to sink his dick between the moist folds of her labia.  He
could almost see himself atop her, pumping his big dick deep inside the
warm, juicy depths of her ripe pussy.  He could almost hear Sheri gasping
with each of his forceful thrusts and sighing with delight when he took
one of her hardened nipples between his teeth, tugging at it and then
washing the entire areola with his slick tongue.   She would cum as he
fucked her, again and again, too sexed up to even think of controlling
her orgasms.  RJ would feel her pussy muscles violently constricting
around his flesh pole as she writhed below him, coaxing him to spill his
teen load inside her quivering snatch.

Swallowing hard, RJ fought himself out of the fantasy and opened his eyes
to stare up at the ceiling.   Releasing his hold on his throbbing dick,
RJ ran a hand over his chest and fondled one of his protruding nipples.
He hated to cum too quickly, would rather build up to an explosive climax
than shoot his teen load prematurely.  Thinking about banging Sheri---or
any of his other blow-job babes---always got him overly excited.
Although his cock failed to lose a fraction of its rigidity, RJ soon
regained control over his body and slipped into another sexual fantasy.

This time it was Sue Carroll, who was his first real fuck.  Susie was a
college student now. RJ hadn't seen her in close to two years, yet the
memory of that night remained pleasantly imbedded in his mind.  She was
absolutely beautiful.  Every high school senior wanted her; very few ever
got the chance.   Yet she had taken RJ, an eighth grade jock, and made a
man of him.  Jazzed over his team's b-ball win, RJ was only mildly
nervous when he got in the back seat of Susie's car.  She was all over
him in a heart beat, her lips seeming to be everywhere all at once and RJ
was thrust into an instant state of heat.

Spanking his teen monkey, RJ relived Susie's hands undressing him, her
lips tracing over his nipples and making his cock throb maddeningly
before she finally freed it and gave him an awesome blow job.  She'd
fallen back onto the seat, spreading her legs wide and fingering herself
through her lace panties.  RJ wasted little time pulling the flimsy
garment from her seductive body and diving headfirst between the juncture
of her legs.  The sweet, womanly aroma and the intoxicating taste of her
luscious pussy remained prominent in the fifteen year old's mind as his
tight ass ground into the mattress while he more frantically beat his
meat.  He'd feasted in Susie's snatch, flicking his tongue back and
forth over her hard little clit and bringing her to two orgasms before
she physically had to yank his head away and pull him onto her.  It
seemed as if the exalted cry she made when he stuffed his thick prick
into her scorched oven was reverberating from the walls of his room all
these years later.  From RJ's first injection, Susie was turned into a
total nympho:  she couldn't get enough of his big cock.  Her cunt did
things to him that he'd hereto thought improbable.  In the heat of the
moment, neither of them considered the fact that RJ failed to don a
condom.  RJ came deep and forcefully insider her, and it was only by some
miracle that he didn't impregnate savage Susie.

Using his fevered imagination, RJ's clutching hand substituted for the
warm walls of Susie's vagina gliding over his bare cock.  Oh, what he
would give right now to have her scale the trellis, climb through his
open window and slither into bed with him.  He'd pound her pretty pussy
so hard he'd have to gag her to keep the rest of his family from hearing
what was going on behind the locked bedroom door.  RJ's fist pumped
faster and faster along the length of his rigid shaft, his libido spurred
on by lifelike visions of his sexual encounters.  His head was pressed
deeply into the fluffy pillows and his even white teeth gnashed together
as he furiously pounded his mammoth monster, bringing himself closer to
the point of orgasm.  His green eyes rolled up in his head as he felt
fantastically familiar sensations sweep over his quivering body, knowing
at any given moment he would launch his boiling cum and bring himself
several all-too-brief moments of exquisite bliss.

And there it was again, just as it always seemed to be at the exact
moment he was about to discharge a hefty cum load.  Try as he might to
concentrate on Susie, Sheri or any of the others, the same images always
managed to intrude their way into his conscious thoughts.  Instead of
sweet young pussy and tasty titties, big and beautiful cock flashed
behind RJ's shuttered eye lids.  Two healthy cocks, in fact, big and fat
and dripping with spittle and pre-cum.  RJ froze, shot his eyes wide
open, unhanded himself and tried to wash the images from his mind.  But
they wouldn't go, just as they hadn't over the past few months.  He
knew no matter what he did, he couldn't get it out of his mind until
he'd jerked himself off and blown a load thinking only of those two
cocks attached to those two muscular, masculine men.  But they weren't
just any two well-hung men.  One was his "Uncle" Jon.  The other was
his father.

Moonlight played over the thin sheen of perspiration which coated RJ's
nude body as he lay there allowing his breathing to return to normal.
Only when the thudding in his young chest abated did he dare take hold of
his rock-hard prick and slowly begin to jerk himself all over again.  But
this time his thoughts weren't of something he'd physically savored,
but something he'd observed on that early spring evening several months
ago.  He wasn't sure exactly what had drawn him to creep behind the
shrubbery on the side of his house and peer through the living room
window on his return from hanging out all day---and part of the
evening---with his buddies.  His mom was away for a little while, having
taken RJ's brother and sister up to Cape Cod to visit his grandfather.
So the only other person presently occupying the house was his dad.
Maybe it was seeing "Uncle" Jon's car parked out front that made him
decide to play a juvenile game of detective.  Whatever the reason, RJ
certainly got an eyeful when he pressed his face to the window pane and
saw the action taking place right there on the family room floor.

Both grown men were naked as the day they were born, their muscles
rippling and glistening with manly sweat as they ground against each
other in what was obviously a raunchy sixty-nine.  RJ's breath caught in
his throat as he watched with widened eyes while his macho father licked
"Uncle" Jon's rigid cock, took the fat head between his lips and
jerked the slippery shaft.  In shock, RJ couldn't tear himself away from
his vantage point.  His eyes wandered over their well developed bodies,
admiring the musculature development of both handsome men.  He absently
licked his lips as his eyes focused on his father's hefty prick being
swallowed down to his full, low-hanging ball sac by the other man.  His
dad might not have the full footer he did, but RJ conceded the man still
had a damn fine piece of fuck equipment.

Hardly realizing it, RJ had unzipped the fly of his jeans, released his
teen joint and was stroking it then as he was now.  His legs had shaken
uncontrollably, forcing him to press one hand against the sill to
maintain his balance.  He couldn't quite process all that he was
observing.  His father wasn't queer.  Neither was "Uncle" Jon, far as
RJ knew.  While Jon wasn't technically his uncle, rather a friend of his
father, he'd known the man all his life and accepted him as one of the
family.  RJ had two real uncles---Joey and Dennis, his father and
mother's brothers, respectively.  Jon always brought gorgeous babes over
to the house, albeit a different one for nearly every occasion.  RJ
admired Jon's taste, had often boned up over some of the man's sexier
dates.  To see him sucking cock---RJ's father's cock---like a seasoned
professional was almost more than the boy could fathom.

And what about his dad?  RJ knew things had been a little tense since his
mom's recent surgery, but that certainly couldn't be enough to drive
the macho, tough-acting guy queer.  His father was the manliest man RJ
knew.  He had a stash of girlie magazines out in the rafters of the
garage that RJ had located, and whacked off to, some time ago.  He was
all about sports and cars, certainly not the things RJ associated with
fags.  And yet there he was, sucking Jon's cock and fucking the other
man's face, like they'd been lovers forever.

Exactly why he found it "hot", RJ wasn't exactly sure.  But he
couldn't tear himself away from the torrid scene.  As the cool night air
sent a sudden chill up his spine and caressed the exposed upper mounds of
his tight ass, RJ's fist slapped wetly along the surface of his fat
hog.  Quickly surmising this wasn't their first time, RJ vividly
recalled all those visits before when his father and Jon would seemingly
disappear.  He thought about their private sessions, supposedly working
out behind the locked door of the shed and the grunts and groans he'd
associated with the pumping of iron.  Could they have been engaging in
pleasures of the flesh every time they connected?  And did it go even
farther than what he was privy to at the moment?  Was his dad fucking Jon
up the ass?  WAS JON FUCKING HIS DAD'S MANLY ASS?!!?!?!?

All at once every muscle in his father's body seemed to tense and become
visually pronounced.  His entire body shuddered and RJ just knew the man
was shooting his load into "Uncle" Jon's mouth.  "Fuck," the boy
audibly muttered, amazed at the way Jon's throat alternately constricted
and contracted as he greedily drank down every last fucking drop of RJ's
father's load.  And then Jon was cumming, splattering rich jizz right
against Ray's handsome face and directly onto his lower lip.  What sent
RJ over the edge was the thick trickle of cum dangling from his father's
lip, which Ray cleaned up with a long swipe of his tongue.  RJ nearly
fell back into the shrubbery when his over-excited cock suddenly erupted,
splattering teen cum against the outside wall of the house.

For a second he thought he'd been found out.  Maybe he'd let out a sex
cry when he came; RJ wasn't exactly sure.  But Jon had looked in the
direction of the window where he'd been peeping.  RJ dropped to the
ground like a dead weight, crawled on his belly out from under the bushes
and, scampering across the back lawn, locked himself into the relative
safety of the shed.  There he proceeded to drop trou as he lay back
across the inclined pad of his father's bench press and beat himself off
again while he replayed the highly charged encounter he'd just
witnessed.  It wasn't until much later that night, after "Uncle" John
had departed, that RJ dared go inside the house.  His father was
stretched across the sofa asleep, wearing only his knock-around shorts,
while the sports channel ran down the scores of the day's events.  RJ's
eyes traveled over the exposed flesh of his dad's hunky body and was
guiltily surprised to realize he was boning up once again!  Retreating to
his own room, RJ stripped himself naked, threw himself face down across
the  bed and rabidly humped a pillow until he'd shot yet another healthy
load while visions of man sex played about in his head.

For weeks RJ tried to process all he'd just learned.  There was no one
he could talk to about it, not even  Timmy Taylor could be trusted with
this sensitive information.  For awhile he just tried to block it all
from his mind, pretend like it had never happened.  It was awful hard
being around his dad, knowing what he knew, but RJ was confident he
managed to play it off very well.  Every time "Uncle" Jon came by for a
visit RJ couldn't help but wonder if the older man and his father were
engaging in another tryst somewhere around the house.  A part of him
wanted to sneak up on them, catch them in the act again.  It was a tough
battle he waged with himself, but RJ somehow managed to keep those taboo
thoughts under control.  But there was nothing could prevent the hard-on
that sprang out in his pants when his father and Jon were out of sight
for even a few minutes.

RJ kept reminding himself that he liked girls, that he'd had himself a
good share of head and pussy over the past couple years.  He wasn't a
fag, damn it!   Fags were sissy boys, all swishy and effeminate like
Charley Fitzpatrick in school.  All the other guys teased and taunted
Charley, who hung out with a bunch of nerdy book-worm girls.  Even RJ
gave the dweeb a hard time, although he knew it was only to save face
amongst his buddies.

Yet there were his father and "Uncle" Jon, two of the manliest men he
knew, sucking each others cock just like Charley Fitzpatrick probably
wanted to do with him and every other hot jock in high school.  Could it
be that he was all wrong about queers?  Maybe they weren't all limp
wrested sissies, speaking with a lisp---like Charley.  For all he knew
one or two of his own team mates was a secret cock sucker!  Who would
know?  If he hadn't seen Jon and his dad with his own eyes, RJ would
never once have suspected them of any gay sex shenanigans.

But his dad was married, had been since late in his teens.  And Jon had
brought  more pussy to the house than RJ could keep track of.  So they
couldn't be gay guys.  He remembered one hot summer's day Timmy Taylor
telling his attentive group about bisexuals, people who got it on with
both sexes.  RJ figured that was a lot different then being gay.  After
all, at least the girl was doing it with a guy as well as another girl.
In his younger mind he had never stopped to consider the guy/girl/guy
scenario.  But that had to be it!  His dad and "Uncle" Jon must be bi
dudes!  They were men, real men, who liked to fuck pussy---but also got a
little dick on the side.  Could it be that he, too, was bi?  Is that why
he was getting boned up every time he thought about the two of them
sucking each other off?  Did he inherit those genes from his father?  A
part of him didn't want to consider the possibility and fought like hell
to banish the potentiality from his mind.

As the weeks passed RJ realized he couldn't deny these new and
uncomfortable feelings ravaging his teenage body and mind.  There was no
way he could block the memory of what he'd seen through that window.  It
came back to him every time he laid back in the comfort of his room to
beat his meat.  It came back to him as he was fucking Melissa Dawber, the
seventeen-year-old daughter of old man Dawber, who ran the quaint little
barber shop down on Main Street.  It haunted his dreams and invaded his
every waking moment.  More and more RJ found himself checking out the
bodies of other guys, sizing them up to see if they could compare to his
hunky dad and adopted uncle.  Instead of fighting it, he ultimately gave
in to the masturbatory fantasy of Timmy Taylor, Chucky Johnson, even
Charley Fitzpatrick, sucking on his big fat dick. RJ nearly lost
consciousness from the ferocity of his orgasm when he envisioned a steamy
scenario where he was sandwiched between his macho father and muscular
"uncle".

Gradually RJ grew less and less guilty over his newfound sexual
curiosity---and more and more anxious to experiment.  But who was there
to help him out?  If he broached the subject with Timmy, broad-minded as
the older boy was, he might be labeled a queer and lose his jock star
reputation.  He thought of pulling Chucky from the sidelines and having
him join in the fucking of Sheri.  But just because Chucky liked to watch
didn't necessarily mean he would be interested in a bisexual three way.
There was always Charley Fitzpatrick, who he knew was as gay as they came
and would probably pee his pants for the opportunity to suck RJ off.  RJ
actually encountered Charley alone in the school lavatory one day.
Without his buddies around, RJ had no reason to ridicule the poor scared
kid.  Instead, it was RJ who was the nervous one.  Stepping up to the
urinal, RJ whipped out his dick and began a heavy piss flow against the
white enamel urinal.  Charley had to have gotten a look at his beefsteak
from where he was finishing up two urinals away.  Chewing on his lower
lip, RJ forced himself to glance over at Charley, trying like hell to get
up the words to invite him in for some cock.  But the words never came.
And Charley, realizing RJ had caught him eyeing his dick, quickly zipped
up and rushed from the lav like a scared rabbit.

So RJ was left to his own devices, just as he was now on this early
summer evening.  RJ's cupped fist twisted around his thick, throbbing
cock, causing his lean young body to shudder from the awesome
sensations.  His hand clenched tighter around the slick, heavy shaft as
he jerked himself more vigorously while alternating visions of pussy,
cock, tit and ass flashed through his horned up mind.  Pre-cum drooled
down his massive hardness, lubing up his frantically jacking hand and
making soft, sloppily wet sounds.  His hefty ball bag, hanging down
between his lean and muscular wide spread thighs tightened and gradually
drew upward, signaling his oncoming orgasm.  RJ's breathing grew more
ragged, his chest rising and falling more heavily.  His tongue rolled out
and glided along his lips as the image of "Uncle" Jon's strong,
handsome cock shooting wads of thick man cream against his father's
mouth and face flashed beneath his dreamily shuttered eyelids.

Panting heavily now, his mouth opened in an oval and his tongue freely
hung out like a thirsty dog as he imagined sucking Jon's powerful cock
the way Jon sucked his father.  And then the picture changed.  It was his
father he was blowing, running his tongue all over Ray's big daddy meat
and sucking on his hairy ball sac.  RJ groaned mightily, not even
attempting to dispel the incestuous thought.  The sinewy muscles along
his long legs, exceptionally hairy for a fifteen year old, rippled as he
dug his heels into the mattress and ground his sweaty ass under him.  The
bed springs squeaked loudly, threatening to awaken the rest of the house,
as RJ's young body rocked to and fro.  He had to cum soon, would go mad
from lust if he didn't.

His father was cumming, shooting scalding loads of thick cum down his
throat.  RJ didn't know for sure the flavor of semen, but he could swear
he tasted the heavy cream on his tongue.  His huge dick felt like it
swelled even larger in his rapidly working fist.  And RJ let out a
strangled cry which momentarily pierced the night air from his open
bedroom window as his teen cock exploded, releasing thick ropes of white
hot teen cum.  His fist was like a whir, jacking off his load with mind
blowing intensity. Jism kept on spurting from his straining dick lips,
the intensity of his orgasm causing them to shoot nearly half way to the
ceiling.  And even when his climax had abated, sweet cream still
continued to flow from his hefty cock head and pool on his shuddering
belly.

RJ lay there for a full ten minutes afterward, trying to come down from
yet another crippling orgasm.  At any moment he expected a knock on the
door, so sure was        he that he'd awakened someone in the house.
There was a dog barking from  somewhere out in the near distance, and RJ
wondered if that was the result of his sex moans.  His entire torso was
glistening with spent cum; RJ tried not to even think about the task of
cleaning up.  He certainly couldn't take a shower this late at night.
He'd wake up the rest of the family for sure and they'd certainly
wonder why in hell he couldn't wait for morning.  He also knew he'd
have to change and wash his own bed sheets, for they too were soaked with
sweat and semen.  Instead, in the aftermath of his latest hot sex
session, RJ relaxed back and let a hand sensuously roam over his cum
soaked torso.  Gliding over the slick wetness, RJ hesitantly brought the
hand to his face, his nostrils flaring as he curiously sniffed the
pungent aroma of his own sex load.  On sudden impulse his index and
middle finger slipped between his lips and, for the first time, RJ tasted
ball juice.  Maybe it was the horny mood he was still in, but the jock
didn't find it at all bad.  He sucked the tangy nectar from his fingers
with greater urgency and dipped down to retrieve a second sample, which
he quickly gobbled up without hesitation.  Eating his own cum turned out
to be a kind of turn on for young RJ, who spent the next fifteen minutes
feasting on his super charged load until he'd managed to clean up his
entire body.  Smacking his lips, he licked the last dew drop from his
fingertips, stretched out catlike in the moon glow and quickly fell off
into a satisfied, restful sleep.



Early July marked the return of the Davidson family---minus one---to the
neighborhood.  To Brandon Davidson's unspoken satisfaction, his wife
Greta opted to go traveling with her jet set friends somewhere in
Europe.  After many years of marriage Brandon could feel they were
drifting farther and farther apart and was helpless to do anything about
it.  Greta seemed to have developed new interests taking her in different
directions; they hardly communicated any more.  Almost guiltily, Brandon
had to admit that he no longer even cared.  Something new and exciting
had taken hold of his life since his visit last year to the old family
homestead, something which Brandon desired to pursue in earnest.

Discovering his mother's secret stash of photographs and video footage
of the hunky neighbor from across the street brought all Brandon's
suppressed bisexual yearnings flooding back to the surface.   He'd
shamelessly pursued Ray, the straight husband, and easily managed to get
into the sweaty recesses of his pants.  Brandon took to cock like he'd
never been away from it, sucking Ray's incredible endowment and having
his ass broken in all over again by that fat muscle.  So smitten was he
with the good looking, muscular man, Brandon extended his visit
throughout most of the summer.  All through those long, hot months blond
Brandon and darkly handsome Ray became regular fuck buddies.  Ray was a
veritable bull, always ready and able to fuck.  And Brandon, having
reawakened his need for man sex, was the perfect match.

Studly Ray would have been more than enough for anyone, but when the
opportunity arose to take a roll in the sheets with his former boy  hood
friend, Greek god Spiros Stavros, Brandon was up for the game.  He and
Spiros had fooled around in their youth, but that was nothing compared to
the wild sessions they now shared as adults across his deceased mother's
bed.

Back home in Wisconsin, Brandon found himself hesitant to seek out cock.
He convinced himself he had a reputation to hold up in the town.  As sex
with his wife became less and less frequent, Brandon's desires for
strong male flesh became even more predominant.  He found himself ogling
other men at the Club, mentally undressing longtime friends and neighbors
and masturbating himself to visions of sexual encounters with every one
of them.  At his ultimate fantasy he was a fuck hole for every married
man at the annual Block Party.  It didn't matter their age or ethnicity;
all Brandon cared about was their hard cocks pounding hell out of his wet
puss.  Growing deliriously frustrated, he steeled himself to take an
hour's drive to a sex shop he located in the yellow pages and nervously
purchased a realistic replica of some porn star's huge, thick cock.
Armed with a jar of lube, Brandon fucked himself senseless on the thing
whenever home alone, secreting it away from his wife and twin teenage
sons.

Brandon was pleased, although a bit confused, by his sons' eagerness to
make the return trip to Jersey.  Last year they'd been awfully reluctant
to leave their Wisconsin home to make the trip to their Dad's hometown
and pay last respects to their recently deceased grandmother.  Brandon
couldn't really blame them.  It was summer, they were out of school and
wanted to hang out with their friends.  He was fairly sure Greta had a
conversation with the boys, setting their priorities straight.  In the
end all turned out well.  The boys actually took a liking to the coastal
Jersey town and made fast friends with Spiros' son, curly topped Petie
and the local newspaper boy.  When he announced his intention to spend
another summer in Jersey, possibly closing up the old Davidson home for
good this time, there was no complaint from the boys.  In fact, their
suitcases were packed and ready to go days before the actual departure.

Trevor and Tyler were good kids, never in any real kind of trouble.  They
were, in fact, identical twins.  Sometimes it was hard for Brandon to
tell them apart by sight.  The boys inherited the best of both parent's
good looks marked by  creamy, flawless complexions, high prominent
Scandinavian cheek bones, dark blond hair and wide set deep-blue eyes
framed by curling lashes.  At seventeen years of age, they had always
been athletic, excelling at track and swimming as well as basket and base
ball.  Standing at 5'8", the cute teens sported tight gymnast builds
accentuated by budding young musculature.  Brandon rested assured his
good looking boys would mature into equally handsome young men.  Over the
years each had girl friends, although it was more along the lines of a
teen age crush than anything more serious.   Trevor appeared to be more
of a Lothario than his twin brother, who lately hadn't seemed much
interested in the fairer sex.  Instead, he spent a great deal of time
with his buddies.

The flight to Jersey was relatively uneventful, save for the darkly
handsome, Mediterranean-looking hunk seated directly across the aisle
from Brandon.  Brandon struck up a conversation with the man, noting the
wedding ring on his finger, and learned he was headed to Jersey on
business.  Midway through the flight Brandon rested his head back and
shut his eyes, hoping for a quick nap.  But instead his mind was filled
with thoughts of the married businessman taking his ass in a stall at the
Newark Airport when they landed.  Unfortunately for Brandon, his lewd
fantasy failed to become reality and the three Davidson bucks headed out
in a rental car to their final destination.

Brandon was hoping to see big Ray the minute he pulled onto Mansgrove
Lane, but the gorgeous hunk was no where in sight.  Instead, his eldest
son was lazily dribbling a basketball and successfully shooting it into
the hoop fastened above the garage doors.  Brandon good naturedly honked
his horn as he turned into the Davidson drive and RJ turned, raising his
hand in a wave upon recognizing them.

The kid was a fine looking son of a bitch, just like his father, Brandon
thought as he parked the car and turned off the ignition.

"RJ!  What's up?"  Trevor shouted across the way at the dark haired
boy, who was dressed in nothing more than a pair of loose-fitting, satin
basketball shorts which came down to just below his knees.  There was a
sheen of perspiration over RJ's nicely developed young torso from the
hot afternoon summer's sun.

"What's goin' on, Trev?" he called back good-naturedly, holding the
basketball against a lean hip.  "Welcome back, Ty!"

"Go on," Brandon urged his sons.  "I'll take the bags in the house.
You two go get reacquainted with RJ"

"You sure, Dad?"  Tyler asked, his eyes fixed on RJ's sweaty, exposed
flesh.  All the way to Jersey, the cute blond had been anticipating
renewing his fuck friendship with Petie Stavros and Cory Evans, the
newspaper boy with the long blond bangs (and equally long cock).  But
this kid, RJ, sure had done a lot of filling out over the past year and
looked prime for some heavy duty fucking.

"Yeah, I'm sure, go ahead."  As the boys scampered across the street,
Trevor catching the basketball RJ tossed to him, Brandon couldn't help
but ask, "RJ, is your Dad home?'



"Nah, Mr. Davidson," RJ replied.  "Went with Uncle Joey to do some
work at my grandmom's place, maybe about a half hour ago."  And then he
was into playing the game of ball with Brandon's older, twin sons.  RJ
might be a couple years younger than the twins, Brandon thought to
himself, but the boy had a damned fine body on him.  Not surprising,
considering the slab of muscular meat he had for a father.  Just thinking
about Ray was causing a rise in his shorts, so Brandon busied himself
with unloading the car and opening up the old house.





Not more than fifteen minutes later, a spanking new red convertible, top
down,  turned onto Mansgrove Lane and rolled to a stop curb side in front
of the Giagianno home.  Stepping out of the car, Jon Kingston pulled off
his dark shades and smiled broadly at the three boys coming over to gawk
at his car.

"Dope car, Uncle Jon!"  RJ was duly impressed.  "When'd you get it?"

"Couple of days ago," the middle aged man replied.  Crossing his strong
arms over his massive chest and leaning against the polished red vehicle,
he turned his attention to the Davidson twins.  "Welcome back, boys.
Glad to hear you're spending another summer with us."

"Thanks, Mr. Kingston," Trevor replied, leaning over the passenger door
to get a closer look at the console.   "We're real happy Dad decided to
bring us back."

RJ gave Jon a back handed pat against one big bicep.  "Can I sit inside,
Uncle Jon?'

Jon looked the boy over, stunned as always at how much RJ looked like his
father at about that age.  "I dunno, RJ.  You're lookin' a little
sweaty there."

"Oh, yeah," RJ acknowledged, swiping one hand across the expanse of his
developing chest.  "Sorry.  Wouldn't want to mess up your new car."

Chuckling, with a knowing wink, Jon gave the teen's shoulder a friendly
squeeze.  "Go on, you're not going to hurt anything."

"You sure?"  RJ asked, his green eyes wide with excitement.

"Absolutely," Jon replied, holding the door open for the young jock who
quickly slid into the upholstered seat.  "Go ahead, Trevor, you can get
in there with RJ."

"No lie?  Thanks, Mr. Kingston," the Davidson lad bubbled and hastily
took possession of the passenger seat.  The two acted as if they'd been
given the car for an afternoon ride.  Jon leaned into the car, pointing
out some of the vehicle's more unique attributes, obviously enjoying
impressing the boys with his latest acquisition.

Tyler stayed on the side lines, not caring one bit about the flashy new
car.  Instead, he was admiring the muscular hunk of man showing it off.
 Although somewhat older than Ty's own father, everything about the
well-groomed man screamed of raw unbridled sexuality and made Tyler's
young ass hole tingle with teenage speculation.  Kingston was a handsome
mother fucker who obviously kept himself well, which  left his true age
in question.  Tyler didn't care if he was thirty, forty or sixty---the
sexy sonofabitch had all the goods necessary to make any horny young sex
pig happy.   The lad involuntarily licked his chops as his appraising
orbs took in the man's squared, smooth-shaven jaw, his sparkling blue
eyes and wetly luscious lips.  He noted the fine creases around the edges
of those mischievous eyes and the deeper ones etched across the expanse
of  Jon's proud forehead which only served to make the hot man appear
even sexier.  His short and thick dark hair, each strand impeccably in
place despite the open air of the convertible, was speckled with  a touch
of gray at the temples, bringing to memory every "daddy/son" fantasy
Tyler had ever entertained.

Up until now, Tyler's experiences had been solely with others around his
own age.  Ever since secretly observing his father being butt fucked by
Petie's Dad during their Jersey visit last year, ogling their mature,
well-developed bodies, Tyler had been anxious to expand his horizons.
He'd pretty much abandoned any of the teen girls in Wisconsin, many of
whom would kill for a date with the cute track star.  Brother Trevor, who
certainly got more than his share of pussy, had recently accused Tyler of
becoming a full-fledged fag.  Every once in a great while, mainly to
appease his twin, Tyler would sink his healthy teen cock into some sweet,
juicy pussy.  It wasn't that he was turned off to girls; it was just
more of a turn on getting himself dicked by hard, cum-spurting cock.  And
there were more than enough boys anxious to get their rocks off, although
Ty wasn't all that certain they had his mutual pleasure in their utmost
thoughts.  Observing the interaction between his Dad and Petie's Dad
made Tyler's desire for an older, mature lover mount.  Within less than
a year he would be eighteen, legal tender, and Tyler had every intention
of scoring some "daddy" cock.  He knew he'd have no problem.  He was
young, blond and cute as a button with a lean, athletic body, a dick
which got hard in an instant and a sweet ass just begging to be fucked.
Men would fall all over each other for a sex-soaked time with him.  Men
like Jon Kingston.

The manly stud was wearing a pink-colored polo shirt, the short sleeves
almost straining against the swell of his heavily muscled biceps.  As he
leaned over into the car, Tyler could almost detect the deep cleft
running between his well developed pecs.  And there was no mistaking the
twin bumps straining against the front of his shirt which caused the tip
of Tyler's tongue to tingle.  Jon also wore a surprisingly short pair of
tennis shorts, brilliantly white and daringly tight to his body, exposing
the major portion of his powerful thighs, strong legs and bulging calves
disappearing into crew socks and hundred dollar sneakers.  Twin mounds of
ass muscle filled out the back of his shorts and a prominent swell up
front told of a healthy, eye-opening and mouth watering package.

So engrossed was he in boldly eyeing up the middle aged man that Tyler
failed to notice he'd been caught in the act.  With one arm cocked up
over the top of the windshield, the other hand clutching the door, Jon
glanced over at the other twin and instantly recognized the hungry look
on his wholesome face.  Sonofabitch, he thought, the fucking kid is
checking me out!  A mischievous smile played about his lips as he glanced
back at RJ and Trevor, making certain their attention was diverted
elsewhere and reached down with one big paw to squeeze the growing bulge
in the front of his tennis shorts.  Tyler's eyes shot open wide as
saucers and quickly darted up to find the muscle hunk looking directly at
him with a shit eating smile on his handsome face.  Swallowing hard,
Tyler's creamy face flushed with the embarrassment at being caught red
handed.  With young heart pounding heavily, Tyler hesitated just a moment
before returning a nervous smile as he formed a hand around the rock hard
erection pressing against his cotton shorts.  The interaction lasted only
brief moments, but it was enough masturbation material to carry the boy
through until his eighteenth birthday.

"Okay, boys, out of the car!" Kingston ordered.  RJ and Trevor,
completely unaware of what had just transpired between the older man and
impressionable teen, vacated their seats still obviously impressed with
Jon's acquisition.

"Take me cruising in it some time, Uncle Jon?" RJ enthusiastically
asked.

"Me, too," Trevor piped in.

"Sure, guys," Jon smiled back and  looking over to Tyler, who had
stuffed his hands in his pockets to conceal his excitement, "How about
you, Tyler?  Would you like me to take you for a ride sometime?"

"Oh^Åuh^Åsure," Tyler stammered, the double entendre of Jon's words
not lost on him.

"Now, where's your old man?"  he directed his attention to RJ.  "I
want to show him this beauty."

"Not home," RJ announced, still eyeing up the car.  "Went over to
Grandmom's with Uncle Joey to fix something or other at her town house.
Heard him tell Mom they'd be a while."

Disappointment showed on Jon's handsome features.  He'd really been
hoping to see his fuck buddy, show off the car and possibly share a
little "work out" in the back yard shed.  "How `bout your mother?
She home?"

RJ gave him a look.  "She's resting."  Ever since her hysterectomy
some months ago Cathy Giagianno had not been the same outgoing, robust
woman they all knew.

"Looks like I'm striking out all over," Jon sighed.  His eyes wandered
across the street to the Davidson home.  "Guess I'll go over and say
hello to your Dad."  He directed the comment to Trevor.

"Yeah, sure," Trevor replied, scooping up the basket ball that RJ had
bounced to him and sending it right back.  "He'll be glad to see you,
Mr. Kingston."

RJ and Trevor headed back to the court, RJ dribbling the ball and Trevor
attempting to steal it away.  Tyler lingered momentarily, his eyes making
contact with Jon's once more.  Smiling crookedly, Jon gave the boy a
knowing wink before heading across the street to welcome Brandon Davidson
back to the hood.  Tyler's eyes remained focused on the tight twin
melons of Jon's male ass and wished the remaining days of age seventeen
away.  Next year he knew he'd get his fill of Kingston cock.

As Jon disappeared from sight into the open garage of the Davidson home,
where minutes ago Brandon had unloaded the rental car, Tyler turned back
to the other boys.  Trevor tossed him the ball and Tyler orchestrated a
neat set up, bypassing RJ and making the basket.  Grabbing the hem of his
tee shirt, Tyler wiped his brow.  It was hot under the blazing afternoon
sun, too hot for excess clothing, he decided.  The boy quickly stripped
off his shirt and tucked it into the back of his shorts before continuing
the play.  Trevor followed suit, making all three boys naked to the
waist.

"Say, you guys want to chill for awhile?"  RJ suggested.  "I'm
sweating my balls off."

"Yeah, dude."  It was Trevor.  "How about we take a swim?"  He was
thinking about the big, refreshing swimming pool in the vast back yard of
the Giagianno home.

RJ made a face.  "Can't without either my Mom or Dad around.  Their
rule."

"Let's go hang out by the creek," Tyler suggested.

"C'mon," RJ replied, setting the basketball aside and already heading
down the driveway.  "Let's see what's goin' on down at the
waterfront."

As the three boys passed the Davidson home, Tyler couldn't help but
wonder just what was going on in the cool interior between his fuck slut
father and the handsome, muscular car salesman.





Rapping the back of his knuckles lightly on the door leading from garage
to main quarters, Jon turned the knob and let himself into the Davidson
home.  Although he could hear the air conditioner running, it was quite
warm inside the house after having been closed up all this time.

"Hello?" he called out, shutting the door behind him.

"In here," came the voice of Brandon Davidson from a short distance
away.  Jon turned into the large kitchen area to discover the blond
father stowing supplies from shopping bags into the refrigerator.

"Hey, buddy, welcome back!"  Jon greeted with a wide, endearing smile
and took the other man's hand in a firm grasp.

"Thanks!" Brandon replied just as good-naturedly, "Looks like you're
the first from the welcoming committee."

Jon nodded in the direction of the house across the street.  "I was in
the neighborhood to show my buddy Ray my new wheels, but he's not home
just now.  Ran into your sons over there.  They're really growing up."

Brandon rolled his blue eyes.  "You're telling me?  It's hard to
believe they'll soon be eighteen.  No more kids---they're young men
now.  Seems not all that long ago we were changing diapers."

Soon to be eighteen, Jon thought.  Eighteen and wide-eyed Tyler will be
ripe for the fucking.  "Not something I know about," Jon said.  "I've
steered clear of fatherhood."

"It's got its advantages and disadvantages," Brandon agreed, finishing
loading the refrigerator with the few provisions he'd bought at the
market.  "But I wouldn't trade them in for anything.  They're good
boys."

And one day I'll find out just how good one of them is, Jon mused.   His
eyes swept over the blond father's nicely packed body.  Brandon was
wearing a pale blue polo shirt and tan khaki shorts which accentuated his
male physique nicely.  He could hardly believe it was Ray who'd gotten
first crack at the Davidson stud.  Used to be the time he was the one to
break in all the fuckable beef.

Brandon was leaning against the fridge, big hands tucked into the pockets
of his shorts and standing casually with legs crossed at the ankles.
"Thought Ray would be the one to come over with neighborly greetings."

The cocky smile seemed to suddenly vanish from the older man's face,
replaced with the unmistakable look of raw lust.  "I'll just bet you
did," he growled sexily as he moved in on the big blond.  Grabbing
Brandon by the back of the head, he covered the man's lips with his own
and forced his tongue into his surprised mouth.  His other hand reached
under the polo shirt and quickly glided up Brandon's smooth chest to
grasp a fleshy nipple and roll it between his fingers.  Stunned for only
a moment, Brandon groaned huskily and plunged his own tongue into Jon's
warm, wet mouth.  He embraced the stud, wrapping his arms around Jon's
body and running his hands over his strong back and broad, muscular
shoulders.  They sucked each other's tongues, both grunting with male
passion, their mouths open wide and savoring commingled spittle.

Finally breaking the hot, passionate kiss, Jon's wet lips trailed over
Brandon's jaw line and breathed hotly into his ear.  "Ray told me all
about fucking your hot ass last summer.  I been waiting for you to get
back so I could get a piece of it for myself."  One arm came around
Brandon's lower back and pressed the man closely against him so that
their now-full crotches were mashed together.

"Fuck, yeah!" Brandon gushed in one fevered breath, throwing his head
back to allow Jon's hungry lips to roam over his throat.  It had been
painfully long since another man had touched him that Brandon was like
putty in Jon's skilled hands.  Straightening, the older man took hold of
Brandon's polo shirt and lifted it.  Brandon raised his arms, assisting
the muscle hunk in removing the obstructive garment from his body.
Tossing the shirt aside, Jon dove head first into Brandon's exposed arm
pit, sniffing, sucking and pulling at the short blond hairs with his
teeth.  Brandon's fingers dug into Jon's short, well groomed hair and
held his head close.  Jon worked his way over to one firm nipple, first
taking it between his even white teeth and gently gnawing on it, bringing
a series of manly sighs from his partner.  Forming his lips around the
puckered flesh, Jon sucked heartily on the hardened nub and teased it
with the tip of his tongue before moving on to the other.  At the same
time, his hands worked on the catch and zipper of Brandon's shorts,
successfully opening them and pushing them down over the blond stud's
thighs.   Once he'd reduced Brandon to his pair of white jockey briefs,
Jon worked on losing his own shirt and tennis shorts.  Now on equal
ground he squatted and boldly fondled the erection burning under the
cotton material of Brandon's straining briefs.

Jon smiled as he looked up at the handsome blond man, who registered all
the marks of a stud in heat.  Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on the
form of the hardened male flesh throbbing under the white cotton
material.  Hooking index and fore finger of both hands under the elastic
band of those briefs, Jon peeled them away from the object of his desire
and exposed Brandon's healthy cock.  The nicely sized piece of meat
bounced upward upon its release and slapped against Brandon's taut
belly, spritzing Jon's face with a fine mist of pre-cum.   Spitting into
the palm of his hand, Jon told hold of Brandon's thick piece and gave it
a few introductory strokes.

"Nice cock," he said, glancing up at the other man with a twinkle in
his eyes.

"If you like it, then suck it," Brandon practically begged him.

Always the tease, Jon ignored the main shaft for the moment and instead
gave his attentions to Brandon's hefty ball sac.  His tongue tasted the
sweaty, manly sac before sucking one, then the other, nut into his
mouth.  His hand continued to glide up and down the man's heated shaft
while he sucked on the velvety scrotum, bathing it with his saliva.

Squatting there before the blond husband with the muscles in his powerful
thighs bulging from the work being demanded of them, Jon's big dick was
leaking a stream of fuck slop onto the linoleum floor beneath him.
Allowing Brandon's bag to plop free from his mouth, the bigger man
lolled out his wet tongue and let it glide up the thick main vein on the
underside of the stud's tasty torpedo.  At the crest, he swiped around
the pronounced rim before washing the nicely shaped head with warm
spittle and lapping up Brandon's succulent pre-cum.  Brandon let out a
desperate whimper and his entire body seemed to quiver from the lusty
attention his cock was being magnificently paid.

Opening wide, Jon's lips covered the proud, leaking dome and feverishly
nursed on it.   Brandon pressed against the refrigerator door behind him,
fearful that his legs might give out from the first suck job he'd had in
quite a while.  And Ray's buddy was quickly proving himself to be a
veteran to the art of cock sucking.  If he weren't so caught up in the
heat of moment, Brandon might have taken some tips and learned a thing or
two.   Not that he was inept at pleasuring a hot dick, but there was
always room for improvement.  And if Jon's techniques pleased macho Ray,
then Brandon damned sure wanted to duplicate them.  But Jon was sucking
him deeper now, taking almost half his curved cock into the warm cavern
of his face, and Brandon could think of nothing but the awesome
sensations coursing throughout his adult body.  Brandon's hands moved to
the back of Jon's head and instinctively began thrusting his hips
forward, slamming his cock to the back of the older man's throat and
tickling his uvula.   His thick fingers dug into Jon's short, salt and
pepper hair as he fucked the hot stud's suckling mouth with short, fast
strokes.

Jon's hands grabbed the back of Brandon's muscular thighs for balance
while the other man's sensitive prick fucked relentlessly in and out of
his mouth. Gingerly biting down on the pistoning slab of man-meat, Jon
momentarily allowed his teeth to scrape along the length of Brandon's
shaft, eliciting a deeply felt moan from the married man.  He felt the
heat from the handsome cock burning over his lips as it fucked his face
like pussy and groaned his own pleasure, which sent delicious vibrations
coursing over the length of Brandon's organ.   All the while Brandon
pumped into him, Jon never ceased his hard suck of the younger man.
Wet, slurping sounds, almost to the point of obscene, emitted from his
stuffed hole as he luxuriated in the intoxicating, heady male sex fluids.

Having allowed Brandon to momentarily take the driver's seat, Jon
determined to show the other man that he was still stud in charge.   His
nostrils flared widely as he took a huge breath and, in one fantastic
gulp, swallowed the blond's happy cock clear down his throat.  Brandon
let out a deeply masculine cry and threw his head back against the
refrigerator behind him.  Jon held still for a few moments, allowing the
other man to acclimate to the sensations of his prized possession buried
to the hilt in another man's throat.  Then, growling sexily, he slowly
backed off until the big wet thing slipped from his lips and slapped
free.  Jon didn't waste a moment allowing the tasty dick to breath fresh
air.  In less than a heartbeat he'd devoured it once again, burying his
nose in the man's blond bush and gnawing at his cock stem.  Brandon's
body felt paralyzed; he couldn't consciously move a fucking muscle.  The
entirety of him was centered in his cock, which was being deep throated
by the raunchy, muscular hunk.

Jon proceeded to give Brandon a full-throated cock fuck, moving his head
forward and back on the hot chunk of man meat.  Once again, he was the
man in control, having reduced Brandon to a quivering mass of manhood.
Brandon's head rolled back and forth against the fridge, unintelligible
words falling from his lips.  Jon responded by moving faster, smashing
his nose into the other man's pubes with each jaw-breaking dive.  His
jaws were stretched wide to easily accommodate all of Brandon's
impressive girth.  He could almost feel the tension in the other man's
body.  Heard the hot, ragged breathing of the visiting husband.  Knew
that at any moment hot man seed would be jetting down into his belly.

And then he abruptly stopped, pulling himself completely off the
now-angry cock.  A startled Brandon, panting heavily, looked down at the
middle aged hunk with a mixture of hurt and anger in his eyes.
Brandon's succulent inches danced before him, fuck snot dripping from
the soaked piss slit.

Before the buff blond could render an accusation, Jon came off off his
haunches and leaned his ass against the center island, holding his thick
dick around the base.  "My turn," was all he said.

The dark look instantly left Brandon's face, replaced by a lecherous
smile.  Licking his lips, the man dropped to his knees between Jon's
spread thighs and nuzzled his face against the proud, throbbing man
shaft.  Cocking his head and placing his lips on either side of the thick
cord on the underside of the cock, Brandon gnawed his way up the slick
shaft and swiftly devoured the mushroom-shaped crown.   Tangy pre-cum
liberally oozed from the puffy slit and Brandon's tongue worked
diligently to lap it all up, moaning sexily as he sloshed it about in his
mouth before swallowing it down.  He licked all around and over the
fleshy knob, one hand moving up to replace Jon's at the base in order to
hold the bobbing boner steady.   Jon's dick head tasted so fucking good,
so fucking manly.

Brandon worked his way down the shaft, engulfing more and more of it
between his pouched out lips.  When the fat head nudged the back of his
throat, Brandon couldn't help but gag.  He wasn't yet the experienced
cock sucker  Jon was.  But what he lacked in skill, Brandon more than
made up for in sheer determination and eagerness.  His head bobbled forth
and back, fucking his mouth over a good three quarters of Jon's sizeable
meat.

"That's it, buddy," Jon growled huskily.  "You look real fuckin' hot
with my dick in that handsome face of yours.  Real fuckin' sexy, guy.
Makin' my nuts churn already just lookin' at a hot dude like you
suckin' dick."

Brandon looked up at Jon and mumbled something incoherent, and the
vibrations which reverberated over the older man's beef steak were
enough to make him shudder and grip the edges of the kitchen island until
his knuckles turned white.  Brandon's pink lips, the lips which had
kissed his wife good bye only hours before, engulfed the throbbing cock
again and again.  Drool leaked from the corners of his mouth, dripping
from his chin onto the clean linoleum of his dead mother's kitchen floor
to commingle with the pool of cum snot leaking from his own pulsing
dick.  His nostrils flared widely with heavy breathing as he steadfastly
devoured the big beautiful cock of the older muscle stud.  The hot cock
glided over his tickling tongue, leaving a deposit of joy juice with each
backward movement of his head.  Brandon was like a man crazed.  He'd
wanted cock for nearly a year and now, with this handsome, hunky and hung
man, he finally had it.  Such excitement was more than enough incentive
to prompt his throat to open and finally swallow the whole thing down his
gullet.

"Oh, fuck!" Jon moaned, grabbing Brandon by the back of the head and
holding him close to his groin.  Brandon nearly shot a load from the
sensations of having the stud meat completely embedded in his spasming
throat.  He inhaled the musky aroma of Jon's neatly trimmed pubic patch
tickling his nostrils and ran his hands over the muscular surface of the
older man's well-worked thighs.  The hard cock was pulsating there in
his throat; he believed he could actually feel the thick veins of the big
thing beating against his esophagus.

When he thought he would surely suffocate, Brandon finally came off the
cock choking and sputtering.  Though he hardly realized it, tears had
fallen from the corners of his eyes.  Jon took Brandon by the sides of
the head, wiping away the tears with his big thumbs.  Swiping the back of
one hand across his drenched mouth, Brandon attacked the bobbing log once
again with renewed ferocity, glaring up into the hungry eyes of the other
man.  This time he took it straight down with little effort, determined
to show Jon what he was made of.

As Brandon continued to savor the appetizing man cock from crown to stem,
Jon kept a tight hand hold on the man's bobbing head.  Bicep muscles
flared and shivered when he decided to help the cock sucker along,
shoving Brandon's face into his steamy groin, holding it there a
painfully long time and then pulling him back off.  He loved being in the
driver's seat, taking control of this married stud.  While he certainly
would never throw butch gay trade out of his bed, Jon much preferred bi
guys like himself. Brandon Davidson fit the bill perfectly.  He was good
looking, nicely built, with  a wedding ring on his finger and two teen
age sons frolicking somewhere outside.   And he had a hunger for cock
that made Jon's toes practically curl.   He could imagine Brandon's
earlier disappointment at finding Ray missing from the neighborhood upon
his arrival.  He'd probably been thinking about Ray's big manly cock
all through the flight from Wisconsin to New Jersey.  And Jon certainly
couldn't blame him; Ray was an act that was hard to forget.  How lucky
for Brandon that Jon had shown up when he had.  The hunky blond
businessman currently chugging his chubby no longer seemed to be thinking
about anyone else but the brawny hunk he was lustfully servicing.

Jon enjoyed Brandon's semi-pro throat fuck awhile longer before he
yanked his happy hog free from the horny man's lips.  Brandon skittered
forward a bit on his knees, trying to get back to business, but Jon
roughly slapped him across the face with his heavy meat.

"Enough, you greedy bitch!"  Jon snarled.  "I came over here meaning
to get a piece of your ass and damned if I'm gonna leave without having
it!  Now get the hell up here!"

Brandon's eyes widened measurably as he practically jumped to his feet
with an expectant smile playing at the corners of his lips.  Jon loved
the way the professional married man obeyed him like a trained dog, so
desperate was he for more cock.  As he grabbed Brandon by the hips and
swung him around to face the island, kicking his legs wider apart and
bending him over at the waist, Jon hoped his straight buddy didn't come
home earlier than expected.  He wanted the nice, firm bi ass he was now
eyeing up all for himself!



The three teens meandered down the side street off Mansgrove Lane,
chatting amicably with each other.  Reaching the dead end, they stepped
on to the grass and trudged through the small local park area.  A few
picnic benches and an open barbeque pit had been set up there on the
small community lot, along with a swing set and jungle gym for the
kiddies.  At the height of this summer afternoon the park was empty.  RJ
led the older boys to a sandy path through a high growth of reeds
bordering the back of the lot which led to the water front.  At one point
the trail forked off in opposing directions.  Following it to the right
led to the small boardwalk which, on a clear day, provided a scenic view
of the city across the bay.  Following the trail straight ahead accessed
the actual beach front, such as it was.  Local fishermen cast their lines
during the early morning and early evening hours, mainly for the sport.
There would sometimes be the occasional sun worshipper laying out on a
towel along the water's edge in this isolated area, but it was by no
means a "hot spot" for the summer trade.

RJ took the other two down to the desolate beach front where they spent a
few carefree minutes pitching sand pebbles out into the calm, almost
motionless water.  RJ appeared to have the best throw, his traveling the
greatest distance, although Trevor came pretty darned close.  After
sitting back on the stretch of sand and engaging in a bit more
bullshitting, RJ slapped them  both on their backs and, rising to his
feet, motioned them with a sweep of his arm.  They were heading away from
the water but, instead of to the trail leading back to the park, RJ led
them to the tall reeds growing up in front of the boardwalk.  Parting a
section of the reeds, RJ revealed a small sandy clearing at the base of
the walkway and scooted under the pilings of the boardwalk.  They had to
duck their heads; there was only approximately four feet between beach
and board.

"Cool!" Tyler grinned with wide eyed wonder.

"Kind of like your own private hide out," Trevor added as he plopped
his ass down on the shaded, sandy incline.

"Yeah," RJ acknowledged, sitting there next to the other boys with his
knees rasied.  "You can keep pretty cool under here out of the sun."

Tyler picked up a torn condom package and held it up for the other boys
examination with a sparkle in his eyes.  "Looks like that's not all you
can do under here."

The area showed obvious signs of teen partying.  Empty beer bottles were
tossed into the reeds all about them, as well as other prophylactic
packages and random cigarette butts.

"You ever party here?" Trevor addressed RJ.

With a lop sided smile, RJ shrugged his shoulders.  "Me and my buddies
come down here sometimes and hang out."

"You have some brews and butts?" Trevor pressed.  "I could go for a
cold brew right now."

RJ grinned.  "I tried a cigarette once, but didn't like it.  Just made
me choke.  But sometimes we sneak some beers down here."

"You ever get wasted?" Tyler kept the conversation going.

"Hell, no!  My dad would kick my ass!"  RJ replied.  "I don't ever
have more than one.  And, even then, I have to sneak in the house so mom
or dad don't smell it on my breath."

"You're quite a little man for only fifteen," Trevor said, obviously
impressed.  "Neither me nor Tyler had a beer until earlier this year."

"Dude, make sure you include me and Trev along with your buddies when
you party this summer, okay?"  That came from Tyler.

"Yeah, sure."  RJ had picked up a twig and was etching the sand between
his spread thighs.

There was a moment of silence before Trevor spoke up again.  "Do you
guys ever jerk off down here?"

RJ's head shot over to Trevor at his unexpected words and his face
crimsoned momentarily.  Smiling nervously, he admitted, "Sometimes."

"No shit!"  Tyler squealed delightedly.  "Back home me and my buddies
jerk off with each other all the fucking time!"

"There's another cool spot, too, in the woods at the end of my
street."  RJ offered.  "There's this, like, creek running through it
and sometimes we get together there and beat our meat."

"How many of your buddies?"  Tyler was obviously interested.

"I dunno," RJ replied, shyly looking down at the twig digging around in
the sand.  "Sometimes two or three of us, sometimes five or six."

"WOW!"  Tyler shifted about excitedly, well aware that he was starting
to sprout a woodie.  "A fuckin' circle jerk, dude!  I want in on that
action!"

Trevor gave his twin brother a stern look, but Tyler was far too jazzed
up to much care about the other boy's warning signs.  RJ was talking
sex---and that was Tyler's favorite subject.  Stretching his legs
forward, Tyler leaned back on one elbow and groped the erection now
burning hotly in the front of his shorts.  RJ's eyes opened wide at the
other boy's unflinching display.

"Fuck it, I'm horny as hell right now!" he sighed.  "What say we all
drop trou and get some relief?  I mean, it's not like we haven't done
it before.  Just not with you, RJ."

RJ swallowed hard, somewhat taken aback by the abrupt turn of events.
"I-I dunno."

"Tyler!  Knock your shit off!"  Trevor warned him.  Then, turning to
RJ, he smiled uneasily.  "My brother's always horny.  Thinks he can get
off wherever and wherever he wants."

"Doesn't seem to bother you when you want me to take care of your
hard-on," Tyler countered, his hand now buried inside his shorts and
openly playing with himself.

"TYLER!" Trevor shouted, his body suddenly rigid.

"Aw, c'mon, Trev.  Cut the shit!  You know you like getting off every
bit as much as me.  And Dad."  Before Trevor could utter a rebuttal,
Tyler went on.  "I bet he's getting his ass filled right now with
Jon's muscle cock."

"TYLER!" Trevor shouted again, but the damage had already been done.

"What?"  RJ managed, his mouth suddenly gone dry.  "What are you
talking about?  Your Dad?  My Uncle Jon?"

"You mean you didn't know?" Tyler asked innocently.

"N-no," RJ stammered.

"Shit, kid, you must have been living under a freaking rock!  Big school
jock and you don't know anything going on right under your nose," Tyler
chided.

"H-how do you know?" RJ asked, trying to process this information.

"You gotta keep your eyes open.  Remember that barbeque your family
threw last summer?"  When RJ nodded, Tyler went on.  "Trev and I went
back to the house and found Petie's father throwing a fuck to my Dad
right upstairs in the bedroom.  And he's not the only one that got a
piece of Dad's ass last year."

"Tyler, I swear if you don't shut the fuck up I'm gonna kick your
ass," Trevor warned through tightly clenched teeth.

RJ, now intrigued with the tale, ignored Trevor's interruption.  "W-who
else?"

"C'mon, don't you know?"  Tyler paused for effect.  "Dude, didn't
you notice all the times your Dad popped over across the street,
sometimes in the middle of the night?"

"My Dad?"

"THAT'S IT!" Trevor bellowed, starting to rise from his seated
position in the sand pit to physically silence his blabbering brother.
But RJ was quick to extend an arm to stymie the agitated twin.

"You mean your Dad^Å..and my Dad^Å.FUCK?"  It was more a statement of
confirmation than interrogation.  After what he'd witnessed through the
window of his family den, after what he'd surmised from all the private
times his father and pseudo uncle had retired to private areas together,
RJ wasn't all that surprised to discover his father had fuck buddies he
knew little about.  It just shocked the shit out of him to suddenly
discover the very same guys who were so fucking macho, so fucking hetero,
were also playing on the same team.

Tyler's bravado appeared to have faded, possibly due to his twin
brother's aggressive reaction.  But RJ's teen curiosity had been unduly
tweaked.  In order to gain further information, he knew he had to give
something in return.

"I mean, dude, I fucking knew," he said as carefully as he could, "I
knew my Dad and Uncle Jon were doing each other, but I didn't know my
Dad and your Dad were goin' at each other."

Tyler and Trevor exchanged a knowing glance before Tyler proceeded.
"Fuck yeah, dude!   My Dad fucking loves to get dicked by your Dad.
Even more than he sweats Petie's Dad."

"D-Do you think Petie knows?"  RJ inquired, all teen aged innocence.

"Petie?"!  Tyler giggled.  Even Trevor had a smirk at the thought.
"Dude, Petie Stavros is probably the biggest and best cock sucker on
this friggin' block!"

"No friggin' way!"  RJ exclaimed.  "I mean, dude, he's a fucking
hero in our school.  Biggest basketball champ there ever was!"

"And biggest cock master on this block---probably in this whole town,"
Tyler volunteered.

RJ leaned back on his elbows, an incredulous look on his cute teen face
as he gazed out from under the boardwalk.  He was completely oblivious to
the fact that his massive prick was wickedly throbbing against the front
of his shorts.  But RJ's obvious arousal was not lost on Tyler, whose
innocent-appearing eyes widened perceptively at the weapon he detected
pulsing under the obstructing material.  Managing to catch Trevor's
attention, he motioned with a nod of his head to RJ's crotch, eliciting
a wry smile from his twin brother.  Tyler scooted over a little closer to
young RJ.

"Trevor fucked Petie a lot last summer," the blue-eyed boy revealed.
"Didn't you, Trev?  If it wasn't for Cory, my ass might have gotten a
little lonely."

"Cory?  Cory Evans?"  RJ's head shot over to look at the other lad
with wonder in his eyes.

"That newspaper boy's got a big fuckin' dick on him, dude.  Fucked me
real good.  Almost as good as my bro."  There was excitement in Tyler's
eyes as he recounted his nasty deeds to the fifteen year old.

Cory Evans.  RJ could hardly believe it!  He would never think Cory Evans
would be down with other guys.  Any more than he would have believed it
of his own father--- or Uncle Jon---unless he'd seen it with his own
snooping eyes.   Cripes, next thing he knew he'd be hearing that his
macho, construction working Uncle Joey was messing around with dick!

"I don't get it," he finally managed, his mouth gone dry.  "Cory
don't seem queer.  Petie never came off like he was, either.  Your
Dad's married, for cripe's sake, and I know my Dad's no fag.  Even the
two of you don't act like Charlie, the sissy-boy at school."

"I'm no queer," Trevor finally spoke up.  "But I'm no so sure about
Tyler, anymore.  He seems to be going after dick more than pussy these
days."

"Fuck you!" Tyler flashed him the bird with a brotherly smile on his
cute face.  "You don't complain when your dick is buried up my ass
hole."

"You two fuck?  And you're brothers!"

"Like I said, Tyler's not happy unless he's got a dick up his ass,"
Trevor said, enjoying throwing a verbal dig at his brother.  "Keep his
big mouth quiet for a while.  The little whore couldn't wait to get back
here and take on some more Jersey meat."

"But if you fuck dudes," RJ pressed on, trying to understand all this.
"How can you say you're not queer?"

"It's got nuthin to do with bein' a queer or not bein' a queer,"
Trevor explained.  "It's all about getting off, dude.  About pleasure.
Sure, I fuck pussy.  I've got sort of a steady girl friend back home.
But I'll take myself a piece of ass any time it's offered to me.  And
Tyler here sure has himself enough friends falling over themselves to
give it up to me."

"W-what's it like with a guy?"  RJ inquired, his interest piqued.

"It's fuckin' awesome!" Tyler gushed, his blue eyes wide and
practically glued to the seepage staining the front of RJ's shorts.

"Dunno how to explain it, dude," Trevor leaned back on his elbows in
much the same manner as RJ, chewing on a piece of reed from the corner of
his mouth.  "It's different than with a girl.  Feels a lot better,
actually.  Don't get me wrong, I'll never give up pussy long as I
live.  But getting it on with another dude, like yourself, is whack!"

"C'mon, RJ," Tyler pressed.  "You must have thought about it.  Every
guy does---just most of `em are afraid to admit to it."

"I guess I have," RJ admitted somewhat shyly.  "It's just---I
dunno---I thought guys who did that kind of stuff were pansies like
Charley."

"Fuck, no!  That's a friggin' stereotype," Trevor explained.  "Like
you said, I don't act like a candy ass.  Cory doesn't.  Petie
doesn't.  My Dad don't---and your Dad sure don't.  It's not about
being gay, dude.  It's about having a good time and getting your rocks
off.  And who better than another dude, who's got the same equipment and
knows how it operates."

"You said you knew about your Dad and Uncle Jon," Tyler said.  "How
did you know?"

RJ hesitated, not sure he should reveal such sensitive information.
"I---um---well---I kind of saw them through the window one night."

Tyler was instantly excited, his hand buried in his shorts and obviously
playing with his teen meat.  "Really?  What were they doing?  Was your
Dad fucking that muscle guy?"

RJ shook his head.  "No, nothing like that.  They were on the floor.
Doing a sixty nine."

"Damn, that's hot!  Wished I'd have seen that."

"So what'd you do?" Trevor asked, moving his hand to grope his own
cock, now maxed out at its full seven inches.

"I watched `em give each other head and I---I----"

"You jerked off, didn't you?" Trevor completed the sentence for him.

RJ nodded.  "I almost fell over in the bushes I came so hard.  I had to
sneak over there and wash down the aluminum siding the next day after
shooting my load all over it."

"I bet your Dad fucks Jon," Tyler said, completely caught up in the
telling of the events.  "Damn, I'd like either one of them---hell, both
of them----to fuck my pussy!"

Trevor ignored his horny twin's ramblings and redirected his attention
to RJ.  "Dude, you can't sit here and tell me you haven't thought
about what it would be like with another guy.  Not after blowing a mean
load watching your Dad take dick."

RJ couldn't look him in the eye.  "I've thought about it, yeah.  Kind
of want to know what it feels like, having another dude suck my dick.
It's just, you know, I don't know anybody---other than Charley---who'd
want to.  And I don't want my buddies thinking I'm queer or
something."

"Dude, your buddies are probably already doing it with each other.  Just
like you, they're shit scared of what you're gonna think of them if you
find out," Trevor told him.  "When you guys are under here doing a
circle jerk, don't try to tell me your buddies aren't eyeing up your
dick.  Or you, theirs.  You need a fuck buddy, that's all.  Every guy
needs one at some time or other.  Hell, your Dad has at least two we know
of.  Why shouldn't you have one, too?"

Tyler had enough of all this chit chat.  He was hot and horny from all
this sex talk and the temptation straining against the material stretched
across RJ's crotch was more than he could resist.  Before RJ even
realized what was happening, the other boy had taken hold of his
basketball shorts by the waist band and, along with white briefs, yanked
them down to expose his package.  RJ instinctively reacted by raising his
butt, allowing the boy to drag the clothing down to his ankles.  The
Giagianno lad's huge erection sprung free, spraying a stream of pre-fuck
juice up into the air.

"DAMN!"  Tyler sighed, gaping at the big thing.  "You're hung like a
fucking horse, RJ!"

"Even you might have trouble handling a monster dick like that," Trevor
chided his slut brother.

"Fuck that!" Tyler replied, grabbing the throbbing piece by the base
and holding it more upright.  His small hand couldn't even begin to wrap
around the width of the mammoth erection.

"I-I dunno that we should be doing this," RJ sighed breathlessly, but
did nothing to stop Tyler's advance.   With a dumbfounded expression
cast over his good-looking face, RJ watched incredulously as the other
teen shucked his own shorts and scooted over to crawl between RJ's
outstretched thighs.  He was about to utter another feeble protest when
he felt Tyler's wet, warm tongue swipe up the underside of his big shaft
and swirl around the ridge of his cock head before engulfing the major
dome in his hot, cavernous mouth.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" RJ sighed as his eyes fluttered shut and his
head rolled back on his shoulders.

Vigorously sucking on the huge cock helmet, Tyler jerked his hand over
the expansive  length of the thick, throbbing shaft.  Sealing his lips
under the pronounced ridge, the blond youth feasted on the big tasty knob
stretching his jaws.  He drove the blunt tip of his tongue between the
folds of RJ's deep piss slit, causing the younger teen to shudder with
unexpected pleasure.  Waves of intoxicating pre-cum washed over his
working tongue.  Tyler lapped up the sweet tasting, rich nectar pulsing
from the nads of the handsome ethnic jock like it was a treat from the
gods.  His lips slipped lower down the mammoth shaft, feeling the veins
pulsating just beneath the smooth surface, aroused by his expert suck
job.  It was the biggest fucking cock he had ever seen and Tyler
determined that he would try to take it all.  Even if the beautiful beast
killed him.

Trevor was leaning on one elbow watching the taking of young R.J. while
he wanked his own excited meat.  It always turned him on watching his
brother make  a straight guy's first time.  There weren't  many of his
friends---and Trevor had lots of them---whom he hadn't brought home for
Tyler to sample.  While Tyler rocked the dude's world in a way few of
the local girls were willing to do, Trevor unzipped his fly and beat
himself off from his vantage point somewhere nearby.  Trevor wasn't
particularly fond of taking dick in his mouth---he was more of an  ass
master---and had only tried it a few times.  But watching his identical
twin brother suck the prick of one of his buddies and take his load, it
was almost as if he were watching himself performing the act.

The cock on the fifteen year old Giagianno lad was definitely something
for the record books.   If Trevor had something that big hanging between
his legs he'd sure as heck be proud to show it the fuck off.  Not that
Trevor was anywhere close to being under-endowed,  but the little hunk
had at least five inches on him!  Must be something in the mix of those
Puerto Rican and Italian genes, he figured.  If RJ inherited that club,
it was little wonder their father liked to swing on Mr. Giagianno's
dick!  Unconsciously, Trevor's tongue came out to glide over his lips as
he observed his brother stuffing even more of that barracuda into his
face---the little cock sucker had at least half the foot-long in his
mouth now.  Although not exactly partial to it on a normal basis, Trevor
had the curious urge to dive in and take some of that dick for himself.

Leaning back and supporting his upper body on both trembling arms, RJ dug
the heels of his sneakers into the sand.  Taut leg muscles tensed as he
braced himself against Tyler's sucking and slurping onslaught.  His
tight abdomen rippled while his chest rose and fell with short, rapid
breaths.  The teen's mouth had gone decidedly dry and hung slack, as if
thoroughly amazed at what was happening to him.  Occasionally his tongue
would flick out to wet his dry lips.  It felt to him as though the
temperature of the already-tepid summer afternoon had raised another
hundred degrees.  His emerald eyes rolled upward and, throwing back his
head yet again, RJ sighed like a teenage girl at the wonderful, warm
sensations enveloping his young, sensitive cock.  Almost shyly he looked
over toward the spot where Trevor was sprawled out, jerking his dick with
his eyes fixed on the action.  Trevor was so absorbed in the show he
appeared not to have even noticed RJ's observation.

RJ shifted his attention from one brother to the other.  Tyler never lost
a beat going up and down, back and forth on his thick cock meat.  RJ
watched as more than half of his big boy beef disappeared between the
blond's lips, emerging a few seconds later soaked in wet spittle.   This
is what he had thought about ever since that evening when he spied upon
his father and Uncle Jon---having another guy suck his curious cock.  All
those days---not to mention the long nights---he'd thought about how it
would feel had suddenly become reality here under the boardwalk.  Never
in his wildest imaginings would he have thought Tyler a cock sucker.  But
then, had he ever considered the possibility of his own father being
one?  Or Uncle Jon?  It seemed to RJ that sucking cock didn't
necessarily mean a guy was queer.  At least, not in the way he'd always
typed queers.  And he wasn't one either; of that, RJ was certain.  He
liked girls; he'd grown to like pussy.  But whatever Tyler was doing
down there between his legs surely felt awesome, felt better than
anything anyone had ever done with him before.  It was sinfully hot
watching another dude take care of your meat; made the whole experience
even more wickedly arousing.

Gradually, young RJ relaxed as the  nervousness of this new experience
dissipated from his body.  His hips began to move, bucking up against
Tyler, who looked up at him with those sex-filled blue eyes.  With RJ's
huge cock head banging at the back of his throat, Tyler reached up with
one hand to tweak one of RJ's erect nipples, giving the teen an entirely
new sensation.

"You like it, RJ?" the hushed voice of Trevor broke into the sex haze.

"Fuck yeah!"  RJ breathed a husky reply, never taking his eyes off his
appreciative cock sucker.  "Feels real fuckin' good, dude!"

Trevor detected the appearance of a grin on Tyler's cock stuffed face
and, himself, smiled.  His twin bro had scored once again, not that
Trevor had any doubt of Tyler's ultimate success.  The kid sure had a
talent for sucking cock.  Trevor should know; there were few nights the
other teen hadn't crept into his room after lights out.  For a brief
moment he thought about home---the home here in Jersey they would be
inhabiting for the rest of the summer---and wondered exactly what their
father was up to.





Brandon Davidson was sprawled out across the gleaming Formica top of the
kitchen island, fingers gripping the edge while one side of his face was
pressed flat against the clean surface.  He was down on his knees with
legs parted at a reasonable width while his ass was propped up in the
air.   Jon's face was buried between Brandon's creamy ass cakes,
noisily lapping at the blond man's puckered hole.  The older, muscular
stud lovingly fisted his man meat with one hand while he ran his tongue
over the pungent, wrinkled bud.  He probed at the folds of the tiny
shitter, relaxing the tight sphincter a little bit more with each passing
moment until finally able to breach the ring.

"Ah, yeah," Brandon moaned, his big ass wriggling back against Jon's
handsome face.  "Eat out my ass, stud!"

Jon was all too willing to comply.  His lips were practically suctioned
against Brandon's secret spot, his tongue digging deeply inside the
other man's rectum.  Brandon squirmed as Jon's tongue wriggled around
inside his pink man hole, tickling him from within and excavating the
delicate walls of his ass.  Brandon's cock was hard as steel and
dripping pre-cum all over the food preparation surface.  He hadn't  had
his ass serviced in such a fashion in a long, long time and was enjoying
every tongue fucking jab of Jon's wet pistol.

At intervals, Jon slid his tongue from the married stud's gaping hole
and, like a hungry dog, licked his way around Brandon's smooth
shitter.   Brandon thrust his ass out to Jon, offering it up for whatever
delights the other man chose to bring it.  Jon used his fingers to spread
the pucker wide open and shoved his tongue back inside.  He sucked,
chewed and ate until he had Brandon open, loose and  whimpering like a
whore.

Climbing atop the island, Jon mounted the blond like a fevered dog.
Taking hold of his mighty meat by the root, Jon lined it up with
Brandon's pulsing pucker and, without so much as a `how-do-you-do',
slammed it home.  The wind was momentarily knocked out of Brandon as the
sizeable chunk of meat seared through his tight channel and thoroughly
filled him.

"Ah, damn!" he exclaimed, shocked by the rough intrusion.

Grabbing a fistful of the man's blond hair, Jon pulled his head back and
snarled, "Don't try and tell me you don't know how to take  cock.  You
spent all last summer getting fucked by one of the best on the block.
Now it's my turn!"  Encircling Brandon's waist with one arm, he pulled
the stud close against him and began a full throttle, hard bodied fuck.
His cock plowed into Brandon until his balls were slapping against the
other man's danglers, rapidly withdrawing until only the head remained
engulfed by the warm ass, and then ramming home yet again.

He rode Brandon from high, bearing down into the married dad's gripping
upturned chute and taking him like a man.  Squatting over the panting
blond, Jon gave in to one of many waves of ecstasy as the tight hole
welcomed him again and again and, glancing across the way, realized he
had a clear view of the shallow Davidson back yard through the kitchen
window.  A fence, obviously in need of some repair, bordered the yard
from the abutting neighbor who, if he had a mind and a pair of binocs,
could clearly observe through an upper story window the torrid kitchen
fuck currently taking place.  Jon smiled, enjoying the idea that
someone---anyone---could witness him fucking the sweet hole of the buffed
bisexual businessman.

Every thrust of Jon's invading member sent pleasurable sensations
throughout Brandon's entire body.  He relished each moment of his first
fuck in nearly a year.  This guy was a stud who knew how to take care of
a man's ass just as well as, if not better than, his childhood buddy
Spiros.  He cold feel his hot, tight hole thoroughly filled by Jon's
gorgeous  man cock, the probing head ramming into his colon and forcing
him to groan.  He gasped with each withdrawal, convinced the mushy
membranes of his rectum were being pulled out along with the cock tool
and moaned appreciatively when the big thing pressed in again.  Jon was
fucking him like crazy, treating him like a rabid cock whore---and
Brandon loved every ass-abusing  moment of it.

Jon's hips bucked wildly, fucking Brandon with renewed intensity.  His
wet pecker plowed deep into the panting man's ass, down to where the
fucking felt really good.  He was surprised as hell the deprived husband
hadn't nutted already from the way he was banging his prostate.
Brandon's sex sounds made him want to fuck the guy even harder; he knew
the stud was really enjoying it.  And he sure as shit couldn't deny that
his man meat felt awful good spearing into the seldom-fucked shit hole.

As sweat began to trickle down his muscular torso big Jon wasn't certain
if it was from his fuck exertions or the indoor temperature of the old
house, which had been closed up until now, or a bit of both.   Despite
his middle age, he was a strong man with a great deal of stamina
remaining in his well-kept body and could probably out fuck most younger
men.   Even though he liked taking a dick up his own ass, Jon was equally
partial to being the featured cocksman on occasion---and this had turned
out to be Brandon Davidson's lucky fuck day.   As the blond buck rammed
himself back on Jon's advancing pole, Jon grunted his pleasure at the
other man's maneuver.  He might not have been familiar with cock for too
long, but the Davidson patriarch sure took it like a champ.  As he
continued to ride the blond bronco, Jon wondered how his new fuck mate
would perform in the saddle and decided it would be well worth finding
out during the remaining weeks of the long, hot summer.



Tyler's young lips were stretched impossibly wide in a valiant attempt
to accommodate RJ's monstrous girth.   He fought back the urge to gag
each time the huge leaking helmet hit the back of his throat, tickling
hell out of uvula.  RJ had gotten into the action, excitedly rotating his
slim hips and pumping up against the older boy's cock-stuffed face.   It
surely felt good inside the warm, wet cavern of the cute blond's cock
sucking mouth.  Watching those pink male lips devouring his fat meat was
a total turn on for young RJ.   He'd had more than a few local girls try
their hand at his stuff, but none of their actions could begin to compare
with the stuff Tyler was doing to him.   The other boy's tongue was like
a crazed eel, slithering over his massive meat as he chugged down on it,
forcing RJ. to squirm his tight little ass around in the sandy pit.

Nearby, Trevor was all horned up and tired of merely watching his
brother's successful taking of straight RJ.  He wanted in on some of the
action himself.  Scooting across the small area, careful not to bang his
head on the boards of the walkway above, Trevor shucked his shorts and
spread them out on the sand directly behind his brother.  Kneeling on the
shorts he slapped his hands against Trevor's tight, creamy butt cheeks.
The other boy responded by spreading his legs and bit wider and primping
his ass invitingly out to his twin brother.  RJ watched in astonishment
from across Tyler's body as Trevor's face disappeared into the other
boy's ass cleavage.

The vibrations against his organ from Tyler's moan as Trevor's wet
tongue licked around his twitching pucker caused R.J. to utter a muffled
sigh.  It seemed to RJ as though an almost frightening look of lust
darkened Tyler's boy-next-door looks.  He was grunting like a pig now,
sucking RJ with renewed gusto while he feverishly fisted the length of
dick he couldn't swallow.  RJ was so turned on now that he couldn't
turn back even if he wanted to.  At the moment he didn't give two shits
if someone came to stand above them on the boards and admire the view.
Didn't care if Timmy or Chucky or any of his other buds decided to duck
under the boards for an afternoon jack off.  There was nothing going to
stop him from getting his rocks off with the help of this teen boy cock
sucker.

Tyler purposefully pushed  against Trevor's tongue, forcing his ass lips
to pucker outward.  Tyler grinned lecherously, knowing full well how much
his brother enjoyed having his ass eaten out.  And, despite the fact that
he rarely took a cock in his mouth, Trevor loved to eat ass almost as
much as pussy.  Smacking his lips together, Trevor teased the quivering
rose bud with the tip of his tongue.  Playfully he dug between the puffy
wrinkled folds while he reached between his brother's legs to take hold
of Tyler's hard cock.  Slowly stroking the hard, familiar dick he worked
his tongue through the ring and successfully breached his brother's
hole.  Tyler wriggled his ass against his brother's face, cooing
unintelligibly and slobbering around the huge beast leaking tasty precum
in his mouth.

RJ heard all kinds of slurping sounds coming from Trevor's direction and
couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to have his own ass being
licked and eaten.  This particular act was all too new for him; he'd
never even considered the possibility.  Sure, he'd gone down on
pussy---but it never occurred to him to tongue an ass hole! Did guys do
this to their girls?  Or was this something only guys did together?
RJ's eyes widened as the thought occurred to him that, along with the
other things he'd seen them do, perhaps his father tongue fucked Uncle
Jon!  And then, almost suddenly, RJ became aware of an itch in his own
ass hole and knew this is something he had to try out for himself one
day.

With his face flush up against Tyler's steamy, sweaty crack, Trevor's
one hand stroked his seven inch teen meat while the other did the same to
his brother's identical piece of Davidson family dong.  Trevor jammed
his tongue as deep as humanly possible into Tyler's sweet-tasting ass,
 enjoying the giving as much as he knew his bro enjoyed receiving.  There
was something raunchy, something funky, about eating ass that always got
Trevor boned up hard as steel and ready to fuck the hole on which he'd
just brunched.   His slithering mouth piece swirled around inside the
warm recesses of his brother's ass, titillated at the way Tyler's ass
ring pulsed excitedly against it.

Rivers of saliva dripped down the thick bottom portion of RJ's cock,
making it nice and slick for Tyler's jerking motions.  The blond boy was
sucking like some kind of savage, his  mouth working more forcefully over
the fat organ.  RJ was like a leaking faucet, depositing an uncanny
amount of pre-cum along the other boy's slippery tongue.  If this was
the appetizer, Tyler couldn't wait for dessert time.  RJ must have
enough jizz in that man-sized ball bag to drown several cock suckers!  He
sucked the younger boy with all the gusto he could summon, determined to
make RJ's first cum with another guy a memorable one.

With one last swipe of his brother's wide-open ass trench, Trevor
reluctantly tore his face from Tyler's butt.  With one hand on the
twin's left cheek, he moved in more closely with dick in hand and
pressed the severely leaking head to the heated area.  He ran the
bubbling bulb up and down Tyler's cleft a couple of times before
pressing it to the yawning hole and pushing his way inside.  There was no
resistance from Tyler; his sphincter was totally relaxed and anxious to
be invaded.  Trevor slowly and steadily slid inside the warm, tight
channel of lust until  his dark blond pubic hairs were brushed up against
his brother's creamy cakes.  Trevor's blue eyes rolled back and his
lips parted in a sigh of appreciation, as he always did when he bottomed
out in his twin brother's awesome ass.

Only after allowing himself those initial moments of bliss did Trevor
take Tyler by the hips and begin gliding his dick in and out of the
spit-shined fuck hole.  He fucked his brother slowly and lovingly at
first, enjoying the way Tyler tightened his ass around the stroking
pole.  Gradually  his thrusts became more direct and forceful, until soon
he was giving it to Tyler the way the boy really liked it---rough and
hard.  Trevor's hips moved back and forth, thrusting his teen cock from
blunt head to hairy root into  his brother's teen pussy.  Tyler railed
back against him, meeting Trevor stroke for stroke.

If he wasn't a crazed cock whore before, getting dick certainly turned
Tyler into one.  Suddenly his mouth was all over RJ's monster, licking
it from stem to stern, sucking on his bull's balls and devouring the
drooling head.  His tongue did whirlwind laps around the rim before
engulfing it again in his warm mouth, snorting through his nostrils as he
tried to swallow more than before.  RJ let out a long, strangled sex
moan, feeling his balls beginning to tighten up, and took a two fisted
hold on Tyler's head, digging his fingers into the short blond hair.
His eyes connected with Trevor, who was sweating profusely as he hauled
his teen prick in and out of his brother's ass.

The other blond teen winked and smirked back at him.  "You want yourself
some of this for yourself, don't you, RJ?"

Tyler gargled something which neither of the others could understand.  RJ
swallowed hard, hesitating for a brief moment.  "Fuck, yeah, dude!"

Trevor shrugged his shoulders, stretching his arms out wide.  "Then come
and get it!"



Brandon was on his  back now on the kitchen center island, man's legs
spread wide with Jon saddled in their V, sinking his cock deep into the
stud's hot hole.  The pace was no where near as frantic now; Jon had
slowed to a pleasurable pace, savoring each deliberate thrust.
Brandon's hands were all over Jon, traveling along the bulging biceps of
the strong arms planted to either side of him, up across the older man's
chiseled chest and along the sweaty slopes of his powerful back.  Beads
of sweat dripped from  Jon's forehead to commingle with Brandon's
glistening sheen as they made the counter top a slippery mess.

"You like?" Jon teased, gazing down at the desperate husband as he
ground his cock deep up inside his clutching ass.  Brandon responded by
taking Jon by the sides of the face and pressing his lips to the other
mans.  He shoved his tongue into Jon's mouth, kissing him with a
ravenous appetite.  Jon eagerly joined him in the rough, manly kiss,
opening his mouth wide to devour the stud.  Their wet mouths mashed
together, tongues entangled as they sucked face like rabid lovers.
Jon's hips continued to rise and fall, very slowly and passionately
driving his cock in and out of the married man's steamy chasm.

Brandon locked his beefy legs around Jon's lower back, squirming his
body around like a man gone crazy.  He could have spent the rest of his
adult life up there on display in his mother's kitchen, getting himself
royally fucked by one of the hot studs frequenting Mansgrove Lane.  Not a
thought of his teenage sons, somewhere nearby, entered his mind.  He
wasn't even thinking about sexy Ray any longer.  All he cared about was
the middle age muscle man treating his body like a depraved man slut.
 Their tongues had fallen from each other's lips, but their mouths
remained close, breathing huskily into one another's face as sex glazed
eyes locked.

Jon began to pick up speed again, shoving himself in with longer fuck
strokes.  Brandon wanted to be fucked hard again, wanted his ass really
pounded for a while.   Jon was in complete tune with the other man.  His
hard dick bottomed out inside the slick tunnel, rapidly withdrawing and
then slamming home again with gut-wrenching force.  They fucked in a
frenzy until Jon felt his dick near ready to burst.  Not wanting this
session to end just yet, he took on a more leisurely pace, locking lips
with the blond hunk again.  They went on and on in a quick, quick, slow
fuck, neither  wanting a cease to their afternoon delight.



"I've got him loose and ready for you, dude!" Trevor encouraged.
"Come on over and fuck the little slut!"

Tyler came up off RJ's soaked cock, his face nasty and wet with his own
saliva and RJ's cock snot.  "Yeah, dude, put that big fucker in me!  I
wanna feel it up my ass!"  He pivoted his body around so that his butt
was facing the Giagianno boy and his brother's seven inch fuck stick was
in his face.  RJ could see the teen's wet ass mouth pulsing there in
front of him. He looked from one twin to the other, seemingly trying to
make up his mind.  In the end, teenage hormones won over and RJ moved in
on the older boy.

"I-I don't wanna fuckin' hurt him," RJ stammered, thinking of the
many girls who'd had a hard taking taking him in their pussy.  A dude's
ass hole was sure a lot smaller than girl cunt.

"I don't give a fuck if it hurts, I want that dick!"  Tyler was
desperate to take on the biggest dick he'd thus far seen in his life;
probably the biggest he'd ever encounter.

"Don't worry, RJ," Trevor assured the other boy.  "If Ty could handle
that huge cucumber he robbed from the fridge a couple of weeks ago, he
can handle what you've got to offer."

"Fuck you, I put it back when I was done," Tyler looked up at his
brother with innocent eyes.

"Yeah, and he practically shot a load in his pants at dinner watching
Dad eating it chopped up in his salad!"

"That's fuckin' nasty!" RJ countered.

"He's a nasty boy," Trevor confirmed.  "Now go on and fuck his nasty
ass!"

All this talk had RJ aroused beyond control.  There was no doubt Tyler
was a fucking boy slut, every bit as uninhibited as Sheri Parker.  And
his balls were positively aching for relief.  He couldn't just run home
and beat off.  Not now.  He had to sink his dick into something.  And
Tyler's hole was right there in front of him extending an invitation.

As RJ rubbed his huge cock head up against Tyler's shit bud, another
wave of pre-cum surged out from his piss slit, liberally coating the
area.  RJ smeared it around, little jolts of excitement coursing through
his body from the sensation of his dick coming into contact with boy
cleft.  Reaching around behind himself, Tyler thrust two fingers from
each hand into his shitter and stretched his rose bud wide open.  RJ was
breathing heavily, a gush of warmth from the other boy's pink insides
rushing over his throbbing pecker.  With mouth gone dry, he pressed his
cock head to the gaping hole and, with nervous expectations, slipped it
inside.

"Ah, yesssssssssssss!"  Tyler threw back his head and sighed.  Trevor
quieted the boy by thrusting his hard-on into his brother's wide-open
mouth.  Grabbing the blond slut by the back of his head, Trevor crushed
his face against his groin and felt his meat slip into that familiar
place in Tyler's throat.  His eyes were transfixed on the hot target
where RJ's virgin-to-ass torpedo was embarking on its maiden voyage.

"Feels good, don't it?" Trevor asked in a hushed tone, but one look at
RJ's face was all the answer he needed.  The kid looked like he was
having some kind of sexual revelation---which, in fact, he was.  His slim
hips moved slowly against the teen in front of him, fucking his huge cock
head into Tyler's tight ass ring.  He pulled out only until the flanged
ridge came into view before slipping it inside once again, enjoying this
new feeling of awesome tightness enveloping his sensitive glans.  Tyler
was certainly enjoying the slow easy play, evidenced by the maddening
manner in which he hummed around Trevor's teen prick.

Confident RJ's fat knob had breached his hungry ass mouth, Tyler let go
of his spread ass cakes and latched his hands onto the back of Trevor's
thighs for support.  Newbie RJ was taking his time, testing the waters
nice and slow and probably taking just as much pleasure from the hot,
gripping feel of guy pussy as Tyler was receiving from the outrageously
proportioned fuck meat.  Lightly placing his jock hands against the small
of Tyler's  back, RJ pressed forward and slid more of his colossal cock
into the blonde's steamy vault.  He was so damned horny all he wanted to
do was lunge forward and bury all twelve fucking inches inside the teen
whore, but RJ feared he might split the dude's ass.  Better to take it
nice and easy, wait for Tyler's tight channel to expand a little and
then feed him a little more.

It certainly didn't seem like the Davidson boy was any worse for the
wear by the way he was noisily slurping on his twin brother's cock.  His
blond head was going back and forth, twisting to and fro and taking
Trevor clear to the root, it seemed.  As for Trevor, the other twin
seemed mesmerized by the gradual disappearance of RJ's fat boy cock
between his brother's smooth butt cheeks.  Already precarious breath
caught in RJ's throat when Trevor's leaned in closer to his crotch and
released a flow of warm, wet saliva onto the exposed length of his fuck
pole.  Then the boy wrapped a hand around those eight or so inches of
expectant cock to coat it in his slick spittle, taking time to rub some
around the expanded mouth of his brother's hot hole.  Assisted by this
new wave of lubrication, another couple inches of fat ethnic dick easily
slipped inside Tyler, who now had half of RJ's gargantuan length working
his appreciative ass.

The farther he went the more he became aware of the muscles in Tyler's
ass clutching around his sinking tool, pulling him deeper and deeper.  He
could feel ripples of slick guts along the length of his shank, moving
aside to allow him complete penetration.  Tyler's coos of pleasure grew
more randy with each additional inch of dick being fed to his hungry
hole.  Like an expert cocksman, RJ pumped the boy a little while longer
each time he slid more of himself within him, allowing Tyler to feel a
seven inch fuck, an eight inch fuck, a nine inch fuck and then, throwing
caution to the wind and thrusting forward unexpectedly, the full length
of his horse cock.

Tyler practically bellowed when the fat knob lodged itself deep within
his belly.  Trevor's dick popped from his mouth as he threw his head
back and thrust his ass up against the hot fucker's groin as though he
were skewered on an rod sending electric impulses throughout his body.
RJ sighed heavily as the boy's hot insides bucked around his buried
organ.  Even in the hot summer heat, a sexual chill pervaded his teen
body, causing his nipples to swell and  the hairs on his arms and legs to
stand on end.  When Trevor latched on to one of this pert nipples with
his teeth, RJ thought certain he'd pass out from the overabundance of
wicked pleasure enveloping him.  Slamming the palms of his hands up
against the boards above him, RJ braced himself and began to move his
loins, fucking Tyler with every bit of his killer cock.

Trevor was both shocked and impressed that his brother had taken the
whole damned thing.  He knew Tyler was good but---until now---never
realized the full extent of his sibling's sexual drive and
determination.  Trevor kissed, licked and sucked on one of RJ's pec nubs
with both eyes cast downward watching the fat hog gliding in and out of
Tyler's clutching hole.  Although he'd seen his brother getting fucked
many times before, this encounter had Trevor worked up like he'd never
been before.  If someone were to stick a cock in his face right now,
usually reticent Trevor would gobble it down without hesitation.  As it
was, he just knew his prick was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum into
Tyler's frantically sucking mouth.

With each plunge, it seemed to RJ as if his joint was being sucked even
farther into Tyler's steamy rear.  The boy could hardly think any
more---all he cared about was that awesomely tight warmth enveloping his
pumping rod.  He couldn't believe how fantastic it felt up inside
another guy's  butt.  Although he'd probably never admit it, fucking
pussy came in a distant second to what he was experiencing right now.  It
was positively the best fucking he'd ever done!

With each stroke RJ's lust and desire increased until soon he was freely
ravaging Tyler's abused pussy.  But Tyler wasn't complaining.  He was
slobbering around his brother's dick like a pig in a trough and making
all sorts of guttural sounds.  RJ felt the other boy's ass suddenly
tighten around his beef followed by an unusual spasming and realized that
Tyler was blowing a load.  As Tyler's spunk shot out of his rigid prick
like a cannon, splattering across the hardened sand below him, he failed
to lose a beat---rearing his ass back against RJ to continue taking the
fuck of his life.

Tyler consciously wrapped his hot insides around RJ's fat monster,
shuddering each time it hit that special spot.  It was awesome to feel so
completely full down there, in a way no other boy had managed to
accomplish.  RJ was banging him quickly now, practically slamming the
full length of his appendage deep down inside and causing him to whimper
around the hot cock in his mouth.   His over-stuffed ass hole ached with
undeniable pleasure which RJ never wanted to end.  He wanted the handsome
young ethnic stallion to keep on fucking him through the rest of the
afternoon and into the night.  Although he'd just blown one load,
Tyler's teen dick was as hard as it had ever been and was working up
toward his second orgasm.

RJ roared into the deepest, darkest depths of the fuck hole spread out
before him.  He now had one hand clutching Tyler's hip while the other
arm was cocked behind him, forearm spread across the small of his own
back.   Trevor had given up feasting on his chest and was now holding
onto his brother's moving head while the other boy gave him what looked
like one heck of a mean blow job.  RJ had to admit it sure felt good
having the dude chew on his nipple like that.  The boy had never thought
of  his nips as twin points of pleasure before the blond teen had gone to
work on them.  It seemed to RJ as though there were quite a few enjoyable
things he could learn from the two Davidson boys this summer.   With
perspiration literally cascading down his trim torso, RJ slammed into
Tyler full length, thrilling to the way the boys shitter squeezed his
massive erection.  On every few out strokes, RJ spat down onto his beef
steak to keep it well lubricated so as to avoid any uncomfortable
friction.  Tyler's ass practically begged for him to fuck with
everything he had---and, strangely enough, RJ found himself wanting to
pleasure the boy as much as himself.

Tyler's tongue swirled around his brother's cock head before hungrily
devouring the entire shaft.  Trevor's hips thrust against his face, his
blond bush tickling Tyler's snorting nostrils.  The boy was hungry for
cock---in both orifices---and sucked his brother more purposefully than
he ever had before.  He took it all the way down to the root again and
again, working at it in earnest.  Trevor could hardly believe this was
his brother; he'd never seen Tyler so sexed up before.  His brother was
behaving like one of this paid whores they saw in the gay fuck flicks
Tyler had absconded from one of his buddies' older brother's porn
stash.   The kid was cramming his face full of dick meat, using his lips,
tongue and entire mouth to chow on it.

Trevor was pumping his dick into Tyler's mouth with as much force as RJ
was using to plow him from the other end.   He was breathing heavily now
and soon realized it had little to do with all this fuck exertion in the
full heat of a summer's day.  Trevor knew he was too keyed up and near
ready to blow his nut, but there was little he could do to slow the
inevitable.  As the tremors of orgasm overtook him Trevor exploded,
blasting wads of brother juice onto Tyler's tongue and down his throat.
Tyler madly sucked him through the entire orgasm, his mouth working the
jerking, sensitive piece until he'd milked him dry.

Observing Trevor with curious wonder was more than RJ could take.  The
blond teen had only just fallen back on his haunches in exhaustion when
RJ felt all his senses suddenly key up.  He felt the tremors of an
earthquake beginning to rumble within his young body.  His mouth gone
suddenly dry, RJ bit his lower lip and took hold of Tyler's bucking
hips, fucking his ass unmercifully.  At the crucial moment RJ attempted
to back off, but Tyler instantly responded by slamming his ass up against
the younger boy's loins.  RJ sighed breathlessly as wave after wave of
hot cum soared from his dick and scorched the walls of Tyler's clenching
ass hole.  Tyler's ass seemed to have a will of its own, quivering,
caressing and milking RJ's roaring cannon.  RJ came so hard he thought
he might pass out right there under the board walk.  As it was, he was
hunched over Tyler's sweaty back, holding on to the other boy for dear
life.  And his balls still wouldn't quit unloading their spunk.

The ferocity of RJ's first guy-to-guy cum was more than enough to set
Tyler off one more time.  With RJ's thick meat pulsing maddeningly as it
unleashed its venom, Tyler let out a guttural moan and shot off again
into the sand.  His ass jerked and spasmed around RJ's already worked-up
member, causing it to unleash one final wet surge.

Tyler collapsed on his belly in the sand with RJ atop him, the other boy
still lodged firmly up his ass.  He could hear RJ's heavy, after-sex
breathing.  Coming up a bit on one arm he craned his head around a bit
and, with a grin on his cute face, looked at the teen jock.  The look of
pure rapture was evident on RJ's  handsome, sweat-shined face.  His
green eyes twinkled like the leprechaun who'd found his pot of gold at
the end of the rainbow.   Wrapping one strong arm around the older boy's
chest, he cocked the other  across the back of Tyler's neck and rested
the side of his youthfully handsome face atop it.  With a satiated smile,
RJ lazily ground his cock around in the wetness of his fuck slop.

RJ now had a clearer understanding of his father, his uncle, and any of
the other seemingly straight men who sought the sexual companionship of
other men.  There was something totally different about being with
another guy.   Something thoroughly erotic, sinfully forbidden,
animalistic----and deliciously satisfying.   Never in his wildest
imaginings would RJ ever have thought it could be like this.  He had just
had the most mind-blowing fuck of his young life and knew he couldn't
let it end here.  It wasn't that he was turning queer.  Heck, no!   But
it sure would make things a lot more interesting to expand his sexual
horizons.  When Sheri, or any of the other girls weren't handy to put
out, it  would be nice to have a herd of fuck buddies at his disposal.
And, at least for the remainder of this particular summer, RJ knew he had
two willing participants living in close proximity.  This promised to be
the best school break ever!



Over in the Davidson kitchen, Jon was fucking his heavy timber into
Brandon's rosy, married asshole with much gusto.  The older man loved
the tight, gripping feel of male ass that hadn't been permanently
loosened by a life time of rigorous fucking.  It was obvious to his dick
that blond, beautiful Brandon hadn't been fucked a whole hell of a lot.
All those years married to some fish had left his butt hole nice and ripe
for the picking.  But that certainly didn't mean Brandon was having a
hard time accepting the fat, accomplished dick sliding through his
rippling channel.  To the contrary, Brandon was obviously enraptured by
each and every gut wrenching plunge of Jon's prominent prong.  His hands
were all over the middle aged lothario, fingers digging into the meaty
biceps of the handsome hunk slamming into his hot, hungry hole.

Jon loved being in control almost as much as he enjoyed being the
recipient of one of his straight buddy Ray's hardy fucks.  He felt
somehow superior, the near-perfect stud reaming out the ass of a fine
looking man who'd known little more than female pussy the major part of
his adult life.  Looking down into Brandon's brilliant blue eyes, the
color of the sky on a clear afternoon and now glazed with the
unmistakable gleam of sex, aroused him even more.  No wonder Ray was
wearing a path between his house and the Davidson's last summer.  No
doubt about it---Brandon Davidson was one hot mother fucker!  Jon would
have loved to have been in the middle of the two hottest studs on
Mansgrove Lane:  Ray and Brandon.  And, before summer ended, he just
might get his wish.

Jon thrust deeply into Brandon's bucking box, the muscles in his arms
and legs practically screaming from the exertion being placed upon them
from supporting the muscle hunk above the blond bombshell's masculine
body.  Lowering his head, Jon planted his lips on Brandon's and the two
shared a short, wet and heated lip lock.  They grunted into each other's
mouths, Jon being the first to tear himself away for fear of being
coerced into blowing his nut.  He hadn't been turned on this much by
another guy in, at least, a few weeks.  For Jon, that was a lot.

Brandon's powerful butt heaved against Jon with each thrust, the muscles
within tenderly wrapping themselves around his power-driver with a
massaging force.  Jon knew he couldn't hold out much longer, was
surprised that he'd lasted as long as he had.  Guys this hot had a way
of making him nut long before he intended.  With Brandon, Jon didn't
want to breed him this early in their relationship.  That could wait for
the next time.  On the first outing, big Jon liked to see a bi bitch take
his load the way it was meant to be served.

Yanking his cock from the fiery hole required a test of will, but Jon
somehow managed.  Quickly scooting around on the counter top, Jon planted
his knees to either side of Brandon's head and swiftly sunk his
cock---fresh from the businessman's ass---between his lips.  Brandon
gobbled the big fucker down in one gulp, moaning at the taste of his own
hot ass on the powerful piece of man meat.  Placing his hands under
Brandon's bouncing buttocks, Jon lifted the other man's loins up to him
and swallowed the married stud's prick straight down to the short
curlys.  Almost immediately Brandon's body jerked with a series of
uncontrollable spasms and his nut juice spouted forth proudly, easily
gliding down Jon's throat.  Jon sucked frantically on the throbbing rod,
milking every last drop of delectable jizz the blond stud's bloated
balls had to offer.

Even before Brandon was completely evacuated, Jon felt the surge of
orgasm raging through his body.  As he came off Brandon's dick to shout
a guttural cry of release a final shot of hot cum roared from the
blond's piss hole and bull's eyed directed into his wide open mouth.
Jon's cock swelled larger between Brandon's lips and shot pulsating
jets of thick, hot man cream down the married stud's gullet.  Brandon
groaned sexily as he look the load filling his mouth, madly swallowing so
as to keep up with the seemingly unending spurts of sweet man cream.  He
kept sucking and licking until he'd drained the older stud completely
dry.

Jon fell over on his back beside the other man, staring up at the ceiling
fan with his chest rising and falling as he tried to reclaim his breath.
Cocking his head to the side, he looked over at the blond to discover
Brandon observing him in much the same manner.  At the same time they
broke into a knowing smile.

"Nice to have you back in the neighborhood," Jon said provocatively.

"It's good to be back," Brandon winked.  "Can't wait to see what the
rest of the summer's going to be bring."



The old pick up truck meandered down Mansgrove Lane, pulling into the
driveway of the Giagianno residence.  Hunky Ray Giagianno stepped out of
the passenger side of his brother's truck, glancing over at the spanking
new car parked curbside and instantly knowing it to be Jon's latest
acquisition.  His gaze wandered across the street, where he noticed the
rental car parked in front of the open garage doors of the Davidson
home.  So, Brandon and the boys had come back to roost.  Before he even
knew what he was doing Ray openly massaged the bulge in the front of his
worn jeans, recalling his fuck sessions with the eager stud last summer.
His hand quickly jerked away when he heard the sound of the truck door
slamming as younger brother Joey came out of the vehicle.

"Who's car's that?" Joey wondered, following his brother's gaze.

Ray gave his brother a sly grin.  "Who's you think?"

Joey's handsome face broke into a wide smile.  "Fuckin' Jon!   That
dude gets a new set of wheels every friggin' year, don't he?"

"Changes cars like you change your under wear," Ray replied.

Joey leaned against his truck, heavily biceped arms crossed over his
equally powerful chest.  The white cotton material of his worn tank top
seemed to strain with the movement.  He nodded toward the house across
the street.  "Looks like you got yourself some neighbors, too."

"Yup, Brandon and his boys are back for the summer.  Jon probably went
over to welcome them back."  Not wanting to linger on the lascivious
thoughts working their way into his head Ray turned away from the house,
slapping his brother on the arm and moved toward his own home.  "C'mon,
let's take a jump in the pool.  All that work at Mom's has me sweated
up!"

"Yeah, sure," Joey replied, but remained behind a moment longer to
stare at the Davidson home.  His thick brows furrowed quizzically and he
felt a pleasant warmth pervade his abundant groin as he considered the
type of house warming present a man like Jon might be delivering at this
very moment.  He remembered all too well the day of his own initiation at
the hands of the bisexual cock sucker.  Although Joey knew his brother
and Jon were fuck buddies, Ray still had no idea his younger brother had
long ago discovered the delectable fruits bundled in the sweaty confines
of another man's briefs.

Chuckling to himself as he threw one last glance over his broad
construction worker's shoulder, Joey turned and followed his big,
beefcake brother, hoping  the hard on forming in his short, raggedy
cut-off jeans would subside before Ray had a chance to detect it and ask
some ultimately embarrassing questions.

If he were forced into a confession, just what might Joey do?