Back again with further adventures of those amorous studs located somewhere along the coast of the garden state of New Jersey in the U.S.A. This fictionalized account has been written for a mature audience and contains graphic sexual content. All rights are reserved by the author.
Copyright 2006 JRoyale
The husband and wife were in their marriage bed, the romantic glow of the full winter's moon effectively illuminating the condominium's boudoir through the tall, lace-curtained windows. She wore a delicate teddy over her soft, creamy skin while he was clad in a pair of plaid cotton pajama bottoms, his muscular upper body fully exposed to her touch. He lay atop her, the thick stubby fingers of one hand running through honey colored hair spread across the satin pillowcase while his other hand gently rested on her neck, his calloused thumb massaging her delicate throat in small rotating motions. His thick, full lips planted tiny kisses on her fluttering eye lids, the tip of her upturned nose and all over the surface of her face until he met her mouth which opened for him with an encouraging sigh. He kissed her deeply, passionately, his wet tongue filling her mouth. She responded to him in kind, returning the kiss while entangling her well-manicured fingers in his thick chestnut hair. Her other hand roamed over the firm roundness of his strong shoulders while her body squirmed beneath him, eventually grasping him at the back of the neck, holding him close as if afraid her lover might depart.
Breaking the hungry kiss, he latched his lips onto the softness of her neck, causing her to throw her head back against the fluffy pillows and sigh once again. His rough hand covered the swell of one breast barely concealed under her flimsy garment, gently squeezing as he kissed a trail down through her abundant cleavage. She moaned aloud when her husband latched his lips around her hardened nipple, sucking and nibbling at it through the material of her teddy. Moving the top aside, he exposed the other breast to the cool night air and quickly brought his mouth over to give it some much needed attention. His tongue swirled around the perimeter of the aeorola, causing his wife's body to thrust up against him, before flicking it against the eraser sized nipple and devouring it within the wet warmth of his mouth. He suckled on the teat like a baby while teasing the other with his rough, work-calloused fingers. His ministrations had his wife in heat: her sexy body was writhing about on the bed below him, her hands grasping at any part of him she could reach, grabbing fistfuls of hair and practically tearing it from his scalp.
He managed to pull himself away from her beautiful breasts, small kisses precipitating his slow advance down her taut belly and stopping to probe her tiny naval, before planting the palm of his hand over her womanhood. He could feel the heat radiating through her thin panties and replaced the hand with his face, rubbing his stubbly right cheek---then his left---against her barely covered twat. Pressing his chin tightly against her mound, he moved his head up and down, massaging the moist juncture of her shapely legs while his brown bedroom eyes excitedly observed her reacting to his arduous attention. She had released her breasts from the confines of the teddy and ran her hands all over their rounded surface while her trim, young body squirmed about on the bed coverings. Her eyes were dreamily closed, presumably enjoying the sensations her husband was bringing to her body.
Planting tender kisses on the sensitive insides of her creamy thighs, he hooked a thick thumb under one side of those panties and moved them aside to expose her pretty pussy. His fat, stubby fingers lightly ran along the heated lips of her pink gash, causing her to moan more feverishly and thrust her candy box out to him. The husband replaced fingers with his wet, swollen tongue, licking at her pussy lips while spreading her open with both thick thumbs. Inner heat radiated from her pussy and washed over his face, the intoxicating aroma of her sex arousing him even more. He became more aggressive, pushing his face into her cunt and eating her more deeply. Her hands were again in his hair, holding his head in place while she ground her pelvis against him and moaned loudly. Her moans turned to cries of ecstasy when he centered on her tiny hidden pleasure bud. The tip of his tongue was a whir flickering against her sensitive clitoris, sending sex-lectric waves of pleasure throughout her entire body.
The husband unfastened the snaps of his pajama bottoms and kicked them off his husky body, never removing his mouth from his wife's hot sex. His fist went around his fat, dripping erection and gave it a few welcome strokes. When he could stand it no longer he scooted up into position between her creamy, wide spread thighs and brought the huge mushroom head to her pulsating vagina. The warmth which washed over his glans was enough to set him off. His stiff rod pressed against the moist petals of her quivering flower, desperately trying to control his ardor and not ram into her like the sex-crazed husband he was. It had been so long....but tonight seemed like the night he would finally make love to his wife. And then...
"No, Joey!" her hands pressed against his broad chest and, with surprising strength, held him back. "I can't! I just can't!"
Joey Giagianno felt like he'd just been doused with ice-cold water. He remained suspended over her for a few moments in complete disbelief before rolling over onto his back on the bed beside his wife of less than a year. One muscular arm came up, the thick forearm resting across his forehead as he stared at the darkened ceiling and tried to control his ragged breathing.
"I don't understand, Tracy," he finally spoke in his deep, husky voice. "You seemed like you were really into it for a change."
"I was," she replied nervously, "but you're so---so big!"
"Shit, Tracy! You act like I've got a foot long or something. It ain't that big, for crissake! I seen guys at the gym with lots more'n I got."
Tracy swallowed hard, trying to find the words to get herself out of the situation once again. "But it's wide, Joey, real wide and I'm afraid it's going to hurt me!"
He turned his head to look over at her in the moonlight. "Tracy, we been through this time after time. If a baby can come out of there, my dick can certainly fit in. I've been spending all this time eating you night after night, getting your juices flowing so's it'll slip in easier and you still back off. I don't know what the fuck else to do!"
Tracy practically jumped off the bed, snatching her night gown from a nearby chair and covering her seductive teddy. Tying the cord with a huff, she snorted, "Selfish, that's what you are. All you can think of is getting your self off. You don't care anything about the way I feel."
Joey came up to a sitting position in the bed, hairy muscular legs stretched out before him. "You know that ain't true. I want you so bad, baby. All's I been doin' for most of the year is trying to be patient and understanding. But a man's got needs, Tracy Kim, needs his wife ought to be takin' care of."
"You---you just don't understand!" She managed to summon up a convincing sob before bolting from the room, slamming the door behind her for dramatic effect. Once out in the hallway she paused to lean against the wall and breath a sigh of relief. She'd managed to avert "the deed" once again. Casting a glance at the bedroom door she more leisurely sauntered into the living room, plopped herself onto the sofa and fumbled for the remote which would allow her to become lost in late-night television.
Joey heard the muffled sounds of one of those talk show hosts and knew, from past experience, that his wife wouldn't be returning to their bed anytime soon. He allowed his brawny body to fall back against the mattress and further contemplated his exasperating marital situation.
After several years of dating, Joey and Tracy married early last winter in a beautiful ceremony with a more lavish reception than either of them had initially anticipated. With both their parents pitching in, a stale men's lodge was ditched in favor of a gorgeous old mansion renovated into a banquet hall/restaurant. Everything went off without a hitch: the food was scrumptious, the band was excellent and the alcohol flowed freely. In fact, Joey imbibed a bit more than he probably should have. But, what the hell, it was his wedding day after all! The liquor was more than likely what loosened him up just enough to sneak upstairs into one of the mansion's renovated bedrooms and get his ass royally pounded by fellow jock high school buddy, Jackson.
It wasn't all that long ago Joey learned the advantages of a guy having himself a true blue fuck buddy. In a roundabout sort of way it was his own brother who'd unknowingly clued him in to the sweaty pleasures of slamming man sex. When their father walked out on the family it was Ray who pretty much raised younger brother Joey and their often-times wild little sister. Joey practically idolized his big bro, ten years his senior, and wanted to be everything Ray was. By the time Joey discovered his bro corn holing older buddy Jon in the back seat of his prized Mustang out in the Giagianno garage, Ray was a handsome, successful, happily married man and father to an increasing brood of youngsters. Joey was taken aback at first. His macho brother was having sex with another guy! And even more shocking was the fact that his wife and kids were out in the back yard!
Joey'd known his brother befriended the middle aged stud years ago. In fact, he kind of liked the guy. Far as Joey knew, they were work-out partners---and both of them had the muscular bodies to prove it. Except that Jon's big biceps were primarily sculpted at the gym whereas Ray had the more masculine type of physique that came from hard manual labor combined with weight training. Same as Joey's own youthful musculature. Joey never thought twice about Jon always hanging around the Giagianno home, showing up at every gathering with some new breasty babe on his arm. Although he couldn't quite figure it all out---Jon never came off like some kind of sissy guy---Joey nevertheless found himself becoming aroused by all the muffled male grunts and groans coming from the back of the car. And soon found himself fishing in his drawers for his straining hard-on and beating off to the lurid vision of his beloved brother fucking the older dude.
Try as he might, Joey couldn't get those forbidden images out of his head. For days afterward he sprouted a roaring hard-on every time he thought about what his hero brother had done with the other guy. With girlfriend Tracy not "putting out" for him, Joey was a young buck with testosterone raging through his butch body; his randy erection refused to abate until he'd done something about it. Even when he and Tracy would get into heavy petting (the most she allowed him to do throughout their courting period), Joey would be reduced to jerking off behind the steering wheel of his truck at the end of the evening. Now with visions of steamy male bonding invading his conscious mind, Joey found himself whacking his big boy several times a day!
Nobody could ever accuse hunky Joey of being the brightest boy in class; his was strictly a hockey puck mentality. Cars and sports were the only things the young jock had ever known---or cared---about. Still, with his limited insights, Joey always believed that guys like him, his buddies and his big brother lusted after pussy---nothing else. Those pansies who played with each other's dicks and ass holes were all a bunch of fruit cakes. Real men, macho men, didn't do those sorts of things! Yet here he was confronted with the jarring reality that the most macho man in his life, his perfect big brother Ray, was fucking male pussy. And, considering the longevity of his friendship with Jon, had probably been doing it for a long-ass amount of time right under all their noses!
Joey found himself conflicted by his curious reaction to it all. All this time he'd been one hundred per cent hetero, never once even thinking about other guys. Yet, since discovering his brother and Jon locked in a manly heat, his big cock was reacting in a manner he never thought it would. He couldn't be queer! No fucking way! Neither, for that fact, could his brother. Joey's brain tried like hell to digest and dissect it. All he could come up with was that he was sexually frustrated due to Tracy's insistence that they wait until after marriage. Being a young man, in his supposed sexual prime, just about anything was liable to get him aroused.
But, then, what was his married brother's excuse? And, if it was acceptable for Ray, why shouldn't it be acceptable for him? It was weeks of ball straining agony before Joey was to get any type of resolution to his quandary.
Ray and family went off on vacation, dividing safekeeping of the home on Mansgrove Lane between his brother and best friend, Jon. He'd originally planned on a quick drive-by, just to make sure everything looked okay, but the observation of Jon's car parked curbside made young Joey take pause. It took him less than half a trip back around the block for Joey to make his fate-altering decision. Pulling his beat-up, rebuilt truck up behind Jon's sleek vehicle, Joey's pulse began to quicken. Using his set of keys, he entered the house through the front door. All appeared quiet on the ground floor and a quick look out the kitchen windows into the back yard pool area revealed nothing, indicating that Jon was either in the garage or the upstairs quarters. With a bit of trepidation, Joey slipped out into the garage where weeks ago he'd observed his brother fucking hell out of the older man. Today the area was deserted, Ray's classic Mustang parked in its familiar spot.
Turning back into the living quarters, Joey realized this could only mean that Jon was in the upstairs area. With his heart beating wildly in his bared chest, he mounted the stairs. Part of him wanted to shout out some sort of greeting so as not to startle the guy, but an even greater part of him had the curious desire to catch Jon unawares. In Ray and Cathy's bedroom, he did. In all his muscular glory, big Jon was spread out buck naked across the bed flogging his log and sniffing Ray's used jock strap. Joey instantly boned up.
It wasn't long before Jon realized he wasn't alone in the bedroom, a priceless, startled look on the grown man's face when he looked over and saw his buddy's nineteen year old jock brother in the doorway with a mischievous smirk on his handsome face. They spent seemingly endless minutes teasing and taunting each other, young Joey revealing more and more of his mouth-watering football player's body to the other man's ravenous gaze. Jon appeared even more turned on when Joey confessed to watching the fuck session that went on in the Giagianno garage. Even now Joey could still recall Jon's slow, seductive spiel about buddies helping each other out. If anyone needed some helping out it was Joey. He'd been deprived of sexual release for far too long. Jon's suggestive words turned him on more and more until he was jerking his cock inside his jockey shorts right in front of his brother's lover.
In short order Joey crawled onto the bed and fed his wrist-thick cock head to the good looking car salesman. Jon sucked him real good, taking every thick inch down to the root. Never before had Joey had such a satisfying blow job. Later, when Jon told him how Ray regularly bent over for him, Joey enthusiastically threw his lumberjack legs into the air and allowed the well-hung stud to ravage his virgin ass. It hurt so fucking good; Joey could hardly believe the sensations coursing through his husky body. Something up his ass practically drove him wild every time Jon's big cock butted up against it.
Getting fucked by another guy was the hottest of all male contact sports. It was like getting tackled by some big brute on the football field who took things a step farther. It was like the victor in one of his high school wrestling matches claiming his prize. It was rough, rugged, lusty and totally male. They grunted, groaned, sweated and thrashed against each other. There was little of the candy-assed tenderness which women seemed to crave. They were Neanderthals with only one thing in mind: their own sexual gratification. Joey Giagianno was transformed into a true man's man that afternoon in his idolized brother's bedroom, firmly believing Ray participated in the same acts to which he'd been introduced. He never had an inkling Jon used his naivety in order to fuck his tight jock ass.
Even playboy Jon was shocked at how one fuck turned formerly straight Joey into a raging cock whore. The baby butch stud couldn't seem to get enough cock up his ass or down his throat. Joey was making up for all the time he'd been denied sex by his girl friend. He became a regular boy toy to grandfatherly Nikos Stavros, who lived next door. Stavros' grandson Petie, already an accomplished cock slut, became an even closer friend. Joey found that, with his good looks and muscular body, he could have hot, wild sex with men a lot easier---and much more satisfying---than he ever had with the female gender. Somewhere in his primitive mind he'd been convinced by big Jon that male sex was perfectly natural; that it didn't mean he was queer---so long as he still liked girls. It was just sex, guys bein' guys.
And now, shunned by his wife once again, a frustrated Joey lay back and thought about all those great fucks he'd had prior to getting married. For the first time since Tracy bolted from the room he realized he was still sporting a major hard-on. It was little surprise, considering it had been practically a year since he'd last had real sexual contact, that his huge cock head was literally oozing thick, pearly pre-cum. Joey brushed a finger over his killer helmet, scooped up a dollop of ball juice and, bringing it to his ripe, full lips, sucked off the tasty goo. The heady flavor brought back memories of all the loads he'd taken in his mouth and swallowed down into his belly, causing Joey's cock to throb and produce even more saucy syrup for his sampling. His tight bubble butt was grinding against the bed sheets as he more determinedly fisted his aching erection while repeatedly wiping off all his free-flowing ball nectar and scarfing it down his throat.
He could hear Letterman on the tube in the next room reciting his daily top ten list while images of Joey's own "top ten" were flashing before his tightly clenched eye lids. Maria, the woman who'd been Joey's first while living with his mother in Puerto Rico, would always be on the top of his list. She was a good ten years older than young Joey and did things to him with her mouth and pussy that he'd only dreamed about up until then. Big bi Jon easily took the number two spot as the stud who had broken in his virgin ass and taught him the necessity of having fuck buddies. After those two, the pecking order hardly mattered. There was his high school pal Jackson, b-ball buddy Petie and his virile grand father, the Anglo secretary at his first job whose boobs remained forever in his memory. There was his current boss, macho Stoshie and co-worker Kyle---not to mention some of those glory hole pigs he'd both serviced and been serviced by.
In those final quivering moments before his smooth young ass hunched up off the bed and his rigid meat shot a geyser of pent-up semen nearly reaching the ceiling, Joey's jack off fantasies flashed between images of his pretty, albeit frigid, wife and his hunky, handsome brother. Afterwards he lay there panting like a long distance runner, drenched in the rain of gooey cum which had splattered him as well as the bed sheets. He fell asleep that way, knowing from past experience that Tracy wouldn't be returning to their marriage bed that evening. In his restless dreams he saw Tracy as he wanted her to be, arms outstretched and pulling him towards her. Wrapping her silky legs around him and begging him to make love to her. And then, as always, pulling away just as he was able to slip inside her velvety love box. The dream abruptly shifted to an image of his brother, unabashedly nude and sporting that huge Giagianno hard-on, imploring Joey to find himself a fuck buddy---same as he had. Hunky Jon suddenly appeared before his brother and Ray effortlessly slipped his mammoth manflesh clear up Jon's gaping, hairy ass hole. As they fucked with reckless abandon Joey awoke with a start, only to discover that he'd cum all over himself again.
There wasn't much demand for construction workers during the long winter months in the north east, but Joey still managed to earn himself a living. Stanley "Stosh" Wojiewicz, owner of Wojiewicz & Son, the independent contracting company which employed Joey, kept his ear to the ground and found some inside jobs during this lean period. In truth, Stosh was the son in "Wojiewicz & Son", a company founded by his grandfather and handed down to this son, who in turn passed it on to Stosh. It appeared that is where the trail would end; at forty-five years of age he had yet to create a male heir and neither of his three daughters had found suitable marriage material. In the mean time, Stosh adopted his top laborers Joey and Kyle---a twenty-five year old he'd stood up for at his wedding a couple years back---as his surrogate sons. They were good boys, hard workers and Stosh took care of them best he could, always giving them the choice jobs. During the summer he employed some temps, mostly cheap Mexican labor, but those few winter jobs went to his two favorite boys.
They'd been working on constructing a children's play room in the basement of a one-story home a couple of towns over. It wasn't a big job---and Stosh wasn't one to prolong the work just to weasel more money out of his clientele. On the third and final day of the job they did some touching up, gave the walls and ceiling a final coat of paint, and were finished before noon. Paying off his help, Stosh suggested they spend the rest of the afternoon in his macho den shooting pool, playing darts or whatever else came to mind. The lecherous twinkle in the man's pale blue eyes wasn't lost on either of the young men.
Kyle was up for it, but Joey begged off. Placing a big, strong arm across the wide expanse of Joey's broad shoulders, Stosh led him away for a private chat.
"What's the matter, son," he asked in a low voice. "You've been down in the dumps for days."
Joey's eyes were downcast, vacantly staring at his shuffling feet. "Nuthin'," was all he offered in reply.
"Now don't give me that bullshit," Stosh said, squeezing one of the young man's rounded shoulders for emphasis. "It's that wife of yours again, ain't it? She still not givin' you any pussy, right?"
Joey looked into Stosh's face with embarrassed eyes and nodded. Clucking his tongue, Stosh shook his head in wonder. "Just ain't right. A big, strapping boy like yourself shouldn't have to be beggin' his wife to put out for him."
"We was doin' real good the other night, Stoshie. I thought sure she was gonna finally come around and then, just when I was ready to slip it to her----" The young man's husky voice trailed off, disappointment etched across his handsome ethnic face.
Stosh's big meaty paw came up to hold Joey by the scruff of his neck. "C'mon with Kyle and me over to my place," he urged. "It's the middle of the day, the wives are at work, what else you got to do? We can pick up a pizza and some beers, shoot a little pool and help you blow off a few loads. Hell, I'll even give you first crack at Kyle's tight white ass."
Joey smiled crookedly, casting a glance over at his good-looking tow-headed buddy. Before his marriage last winter, Joey'd been fucking around with Ky and Stoshie on a regular basis out at job sites and in the Polish daddy's ultra masculine den. They were more like a group of good buddies than a boss and his paid laborers---and if ever there was a man's man it was Stosh. With all the women folk inhabiting his crib, Joey wasn't a bit surprised the macho Pole favored some good old fashioned male companionship whenever he could. Both Joey and Kyle had met Stosh's best friend, an old school buddy, when the four of them went off on an all-guy hunting trip in upstate New York this past fall. It was a good time, even though Joey felt a tinge of guilt leaving his bride alone for the weekend. Not that Tracy objected, but it was the first real separation since their marriage.
Although Stosh had friends around his age, Joey always got the feeling the man preferred the company of younger guys---like Kyle and himself. Working side by side day in and day out the three of them couldn't help but share confidences, so Joey knew the loss his boss felt at not having sired a son to carry on the family name. Although Joey's bulb wasn't the brightest in the chandelier , it really wasn't all that hard to figure that he and Ky were being groomed to fill that lonely void. Stoshie's pale blue eyes filled with enthusiasm when teaching both interested apprentices the mechanics of the job and shooting the shit with them afterwards over a couple of beers. There was no better boss---or friend---than Stosh, who really took a heartfelt interest in his boys.
Course, being a virile stud, Stoshie was horny one hundred per cent of the time---a trait he shared with his two ace employees. Back when Joey started on his crew, the brawny construction chief hadn't been getting much of anything off his wife for quite some time, prompting him to procure the oral services of a pretty painted dancer at the local strip club. Likewise, Kyle was in a bit of a dry spell with his recent bride, the lovely Brenda, not putting out as much as a young pussy-loving buck like him required. Enter sports jock Joey Giagianno---hot, hungry and forever horny---who hadn't gotten himself a piece in years due to Tracy's "not-until-after-marriage" ethic, but who certainly learned a lot about the rewards of don't ask/don't tell buddy sex. It didn't take much to sell a starved Kyle to the interesting alternative and soon the buffed blond had Joey bent over a saw horse, slamming his married meat to the hilt up the muscle hunk's tight, hairy pussy.
Joey was so into the intense sensation of his co-worker's hard cock pounding against his prostate, making his own fuck pole feel so damned good, that he didn't even know the boss had returned to the site until he looked up and saw Stoshie's dripping Polish sausage right there in his face. He didn't waste a second inhaling the monster muscle all the way down to its thick, hairy root. The three of them went at each other like dogs in heat, fucking and sucking with wild abandon. That's the thing Joey liked about buddy sex: it was sweaty, rough, raw and primal. There was no need for all that sweet, romantic, tender stuff the female gender seemed to like. There was no begging for a piece, no headaches, mood swings or menstrual cycles to be concerned with. Getting off with a fuck buddy was another one of those "men things" women could never begin to understand. For Joey, it was the ultimate mind fuck!
Stosh rode Joey's ass hard that afternoon, then took a shot at Kyle's virgin hole. From that moment on, up until the time of Joey's wedding, each time any one of the guys even looked like he was horny Stosh called for a fuck break. At least twice, sometimes three times, a week Joey was invited to the Wojiewicz home on the pretext of watching the game in the privacy of Stosh's den---where both horny studs scored. Sometimes Kyle managed to convince his bride to allow him to spend the night with the guys and a hot, humpy threesome ensued right under the nose of Stosh's wife and daughters. Kyle often wondered how in hell they didn't hear all the manly grunts and groans going on every time Stosh drove his nine inch cock meat deep between their slippery ass lips.
Once Joey tied the knot their man play came to a screeching halt. In Joey's mind, he'd already fucked up on his wedding day by sneaking off with buddy Jackson and getting his muscle hole stuffed. He blamed that momentary, yet highly pleasurable, lapse of reason on the celebratory liquor he'd consumed. He was determined that the next piece of ass he'd take would be his bride's but, so far, Tracy had been highly uncooperative. Joey couldn't quite figure what in fuck her problem was. She had one damned excuse after the other. More and more he found himself becoming increasingly frustrated and longing for some of that good old fashioned fucking. Sure, his married brother had a fuck buddy but, unlike him, Ray and Cath didn't have any problems in their bedroom. Joey wanted to seek out one of his old fuck buddies, he really wanted to, but....
"C'mon, Joey," it was Kyle who had come up to join them. "You used to like hangin' out with the guys. Wasn't you the one convinced me how us men gotta help each other out sometimes?" Squeezing the bulge in his jeans, he added, "I sure remember that time Bren was on the rag an' I was horny as all hell. You told me a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do---right before you gave me the best fuckin' blow job I ever had!"
"Yeah, I remember," Joey's mouth formed a crooked smile. Just talking about sex was causing his lonely cock to stir in his pants.
"Me and Stoshie been missin' havin' you around while we're shootin' pool, playin' darts, watchin' the game and---" he purposely looked down at the form of his rapidly expanding cock snaking down the leg of his work pants. Shooting Joey a playful wink, he continued, "--well, you know what I mean."
"I been missin' you guys, too," Joey answered sheepishly, unconsciously licking his thick, succulent lips. "But, I dunno----"
Stosh once more clasped the conflicted jock's rounded shoulder heartily, "Not gonna pressure you, boy. You want to stop by my house and blow off some of that steam, you're welcome. We might not hear you, though," he chuckled, his pale blue eyes falling on Kyle's compact body, "so just go on ahead and let yourself in."
"Awright, thanks!" Joey agreed, taking Stosh into a burly hug and patting him on the back with a big, rough hand. "You're the best buddies a guy could ever want!"
Stosh stepped back and ruffled Joey's unruly, medium length hair. "Let's get the truck packed up and get the hell on out of here."
Normally the three of them drove out to the work site shoulder to shoulder in the cab of Stosh's truck. But, since Joey'd overslept that morning, he'd taken his own wheels out to the job. Stopping at the intersection, he observed the rear of Stosh's work vehicle heading down the highway to his left and spent a moment contemplating. It had been so fucking long since he'd gotten off in any way other than his own two greased palms! He was used to getting laid on a regular basis; right up until---and even on---his wedding day he was having great fuckin' sex! And then, all of a sudden, it was like somebody pulled the rug right out from under him. Throughout his courtship of Tracy he'd been waiting and waiting on a piece of ass and---nearly a year after giving up his bachelorhood---Joey was still waiting! It just wasn't fair!
Kyle was dead-on right when he reminded Joey of one of the most important advantages of having an accommodating buddy. Joey sure had enough of them before the ring got slipped on his finger. It even got so's he loved to be fucked by a big hard buddy cock just as much as he enjoyed plowin' hot man ass. Having not paid a whole heck of a lot of attention in health class during his school days, dumb jock Joey didn't know a prostate from an uvula. But he sure as hell knew there was somethin' way up there in his ass hole that near about drove him crazy when a buddy was deep dickin' him!
Just thinkin' about it was getting him all heated up. One hand slipped down to grope the basket of his weathered jeans and Joey wasn't at all surprised to find that he was already half hard. He seemed to be sporting wood almost all the damned time of late! Kyle, that lucky prick, was more'n likely goin' to get his married ass reamed out by Stoshie soon as they got to the older man's house. Kyle; happily wedded and with his first baby on the way! And then there was Joey, miserable and sexually frustrated. Maybe he wouldn't let Kyle get all the goods, after all. Maybe he'd crank a left, step on the gas and catch up with the other two and let them be the buddies they wanted to be.
The honking of a horn behind him instantly brought Joey out of his reverie. He involuntarily turned his beat-up pick-up to the right onto the highway. His heart was beating maddeningly in his chest as he glanced into the rear view mirror and observed the sedan behind him cross the roadway, wondering to himself why he hadn't just veered to the left. He could always bang a U-ee but, by then, the decision had already been made. Joey was going home...to an empty condo...where he would strip out of his work clothes...take himself a nice, hot shower...and jerk off his lonely rod, wasting all that hot, spent-up semen in a soapy swirl down the drain.
Cranking on the radio he tried to immerse himself in a familiar rock and roll tune, but images of the hot sex about to take place in Stosh's macho den kept creeping into his conscious thought. With his left hand atop the steering wheel keeping him on course along the sparsely traveled highway, Joey reached down with his right and massaged his straining basket through worn denim. A deep, guttural groan arose from deep in his throat. Joey's massive, soccer player's thighs spread wider, allowing his fingers to slip between his legs and fondle his ball bag while his cock burned against the heel of his sweaty, calloused palm. Sweat broke out on his brow as Joey's big, sexed-up ass squirmed excitedly against the seat while he boldly manhandled himself. Holding the wheel steady, he fumbled with the clasp and zipper of his jeans, desperate to release his aching cock. After much wriggling around, the horny young man managed to slide his jeans and boxer briefs to muscular mid-thigh.
Joey Giagianno was gifted with over seven inches of fat, throbbing fuck meat capped with a huge, jaw-breaking plum-sized helmet. From its already thick base, buried in a nest of dark pubic curls, it swelled up at mid-shaft to nearly the same thickness as his wrist. A network of blue-blooded veins surged beneath the surface of his now-angry weapon, the thick lips of his piss-hole gaping open and already leaking clear pre-cum. Having developed a taste for the heady nectar, Joey scooped up some of the goo from his magnificent cock head and hungrily sucked it from his fingers. The taste of his sex syrup only served to make him hornier than he already was. Spitting into his palm, he wrapped it around his burning erection and began stroking his agitated rod.
He hadn't been at it long when he spotted a trucker on the horizon in the oncoming lane. From his vantage point higher up in the cab, the trucker would certainly have a fuckin' eyeful if he happened to look over at Joey's pick up. Joey scrambled to yank up his pants, but he was in an awkward position and there wasn't enough time. Instead, he concealed his crotch with one thick forearm and hunched his body over the steering wheel as the trucker passed him by. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, he fell back against the seat while his neglected erection throbbed against his taut belly. Better not to take any more risks, the frustrated young man decided. Next time it could be a State Trooper---and he sure wouldn't want to face the embarrassment of explaining what in hell he was doing half naked and bone hard rockin' down the highway.
Flipping on his hazard lights, Joey rolled off the highway onto the shoulder and took a few moments to pull up his jeans and force his fat, unsatiated erection back into hiding. Looking around he realized he wasn't all that far from his mother's town house. Sometimes Sonia Giagianno worked from home; after all, she owned her own business. If she was home Joey could count on a decent, free lunch. And, if she wasn't, it would be a safe haven where he could get his rocks off uninterrupted without having to wait to get to his own crib. And from the way Joey's big hard on was pulsing in his jeans, he really didn't think he could hold out much longer.
His hopes were dashed when he turned into the parking lot in front of her building and saw Sonia's BMW parked in its usual spot. Emitting a frustrated sigh, Joey ran a hand through his thick, medium-length hair and hoped his dick would go down by the time he made the front door. He was half-way in luck---and the rest was concealed by a hand stuffed deeply in his pocket. Using his own key, Joey let himself into the expensive, stylish town house.
"Mama?" Joey shouted out into the relative silence as he tossed his keys onto the marble counter in the kitchen and took a look inside the refrigerator. "Mama, it's Joey!"
There was a distinct scrambling from upstairs and soon he heard the sound of bare feet hurriedly coming down the stairway. Reaching into the depths of the fridge for a can of soda, Joey looked over his shoulder and was momentarily startled to see Sonia's latest boy toy bounce into the kitchen. The other man was clad in nothing more than a silk pastel-colored, knee-length robe which he was nervously tying at the waist.
"Curtis," Joey greeted brusquely, "Where's my mother?"
"S-Sonia's not here, Joe. She flew out to the west coast this morning on business."
Turning to face him, Joey popped the tab of the can and took a long draw of the carbonated beverage as he leaned against the refrigerator. "How come you didn't go with her?"
"S-She wanted me to handle things here while she was away," Curtis answered while taking a quick look over his shoulder.
"I can see the way you're taking care of things," Joey said accusingly. "It's after noon and looks like your ass is still in the fuckin' bed."
The Giagianno brothers---as with everything else---were united in their distaste for their mother's too-pretty boy friends. They just simply weren't the type of guys the two macho studs would want tagging along with them to the ball park. To Sonia's credit, she had abstained from all romantic relationships for a long while after her husband walked out on the family. It was only in recent years, since her private business venture had taken off and afforded her some creature comforts that Sonia began dallying with some of the men she encountered in her travels. Curtis was the second administrative assistant she'd hired who quickly became a live-in companion. The senior Giagianno often scoffed at his ex-wife's curious attraction for men younger than her eldest son who seemed a tad light in their loafers. Far as he was concerned, he was the first and last real man she'd ever had---and he was right. But, over the years, he'd learned to refrain from voicing his opinion. It wasn't as if he ever wanted to reignite their former passion---Sonia was a bitch in high heels. No man worth his salt would ever put up with her particular brand of bullshit, he confided to his sons, which is why she resorted to fruity types.
Not that Curtis was bad looking or without social graces. With dark blond hair, cut stylishly short and parted high on one side (with a strand rarely out of place), sultry blue-green eyes framed by curiously long curled lashes, a smooth almost flawless complexion and a tight, trim body he might have been considered quite a catch. But there was something about his high maintenance, like all Sonia's previous toys, that unsettled the brothers. He was too fucking perfect---like a living, breathing Ken doll. Never once was Curtis seen in a pair of worn jeans; the dude had an even more extensive wardrobe than clothes-horse Sonia. And the brothers didn't think the pretty boy had ever done one hour's worth of physical labor, as evidenced by his glossy, manicured nails. A dude having his friggin' nails done was something the manly Giagianno bucks couldn't even begin to understand.
Those blunt nails were pressed firmly into his palms as Curtis clenched his fists at his side, his face flushing a shade of pink at Joey's last pointed remark. He knew her sons thought he was riding on Sonia's coat tails. While that might be partly true, Curtis always stepped up to the plate when necessary in his role as administrative assistant. Otherwise, same as his predecessor, he might be thrown out on his ear by the often-times demanding Sonia.
"Your mother won't be back for a couple days," Curtis tried to control his mounting anger at Joey's insult. "There's really no point in you hanging around."
"My mother's place, dude," Joey snorted, snatching a brilliantly shiny red apple from a woven basket on the counter top and taking a healthy bite from it. "If I wanna kick off my boots and sit here all afternoon watchin' the T.V., I will. What you think you're gonna do about it?"
Curtis couldn't help but notice the trickle of apple's juice running down from the corner of Joey's full lips which the younger man absently wiped away with the back of a big, soiled hand before helping himself to another bite. "I-I was quite busy when you unexpectedly dropped by," the blond man managed.
"Oh yeah," Joey challenged, thrusting out his unshaven chin. "Doin' what?"
"On-on my lap top---upstairs," Curtis fumbled, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder toward the staircase. "Some spread sheets for the business."
Joey was about to make some sort of comment when there came the unmistakable sound of movement from the upper quarters.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, mostly to himself, with a heavy, wrinkled eye brow.
Curtis went instinctively on the defensive. "W-what? I didn't hear anything."
"Bull-shit you didn't! Who the fuck you got upstairs?" Joey had already tossed the apple to the side and stepped toward Curtis, whose body moved into a blocking stance.
"I must ask you to leave! Now!"
"Get the fuck out of my way, Curt." When Curtis failed to budge, Joey grabbed him by the lapels of his robe and roughly shoved him back. The silk robe fell open exposing Curtis's nude body beneath, but neither of the men even noticed. Joey was already bounding up the stairs in dusty work boots and Curtis, robe billowing behind him, raced after the boy shouting all sorts of protests.
At the top of the landing Joey hesitated, looking from left to right, which allowed Curtis time to catch up with him. Hopelessly clutching a fistful of the stronger young man's flannel shirt, Curtis made a valiant attempt to avoid the inevitable. But athletic Joey was making his way toward his mother's bedroom, practically dragging a clinging Curtis along with him.
"You can't go in there!" Curtis feebly insisted, but Joey's hand was already on the knob of the double doors. They flung open, the doors swinging back on their hinges to slam into the walls on either side. Breathing heavily, Joey stood framed in the open entrance way staring dumbfounded at a nude, greasy Mexican sitting back against the head board of his mother's king-sized bed. He instantly recognized the middle-aged man as the foreman of the maintenance crew of the town house association. The Mexican appeared nonplussed by the intrusion---a sneaky smirk was spread across his immigrant face and a wet erection blazed from his hairy loins.
Curtis flung his body in the space between the two, arms held out in front of him to hold Joey at bay. "Joey, I can explain----"
"EXPLAIN WHAT?" Joey countered, his nostrils flaring widely as he valiantly attempted to hold his anger in check. "THAT YOU'RE GETTING FUCKED BY THE HIRED HELP IN MY MOTHER'S BED, YOU QUEER SONOFABITCH!!" As Joey advanced on the intruder with pointed finger Curtis managed to press his hands to the enraged stud's chest, attempting to hold him back from attacking the Mexican. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU GREASE BALL! GET OUT BEFORE I BEAT THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!"
The Mexican shrugged and, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, gathered up his clothes scattered about the floor and left the room. With his chest rapidly rising and falling, Joey glared wordlessly at a heavily perspiring Curtis until they heard the sound of the front door open, then close.
"I OUGHTA FUCK YOU UP!" Joey finally broke the heavy silence. "I OUGHTA MESS UP THAT PRETTY FACE OF YOURS, MAYBE BREAK A FEW OF THEM PEARLY WHITE TEETH, FOR SOILIN' MY MOTHER'S SHEETS! COULDN'T WAIT FOR HER TO LEAVE, COULD YA, CURTIS? COULDN'T WAIT TO GET SOME DICK UP YOUR ASS! LEAST YOU COULD'VE DONE IS DO IT SOMEWHERES ELSE. BUT, NO, YOU GOTTA DO IT RIGHT HERE UNDER HER NOSE WHILE SHE'S AWAY!"
"Joey, please, listen to me---"
"FUCK YOU!" Joey shouted, incensed. "JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH!"
A chilling fear crept up Curtis' spine in the presence of the angry young man. While he wasn't any wimpy slouch, Curtis knew he would be no match for the muscular, athletic jock if they came to blows. And from the way those veins were throbbing at Joey's temples and his big fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides, Curtis rightly sensed he was in a heap of trouble. Swallowing hard, he gingerly backed away from the hard-bodied athlete.
Glaring at the glorified secretary through fiery eyes, Joey's gaze happened to waver for a moment and he suddenly became aware of Curtis' disheveled robe hanging off one shoulder and wide open in front. The blonde's smooth and trim swimmer's chest and torso, surprisingly toned legs and limp penis were unashamedly exposed. Of course, Curtis was so shit-scared that his pecker had no choice but to remain in a soft state, but a good five inches of cock meat hung from his not-so-surprisingly-trimmed dark-blond bush.
Shocked to discover his own state of undress, Curtis clutched at his robe to cover himself---but Joey was on the move. Utilizing a familiar football move, he crouched low and caught Curtis in the midsection, tackling him before the other man had a chance to even react. Curtis was lifted off his feet and landed on his back across the mattress of Sonia's big bed with Joey's strong, hunky body pinning him down. Holding Curtis' arms out by the wrists as the blond man---unsure of Joey's intentions---struggled against him, Joey scooted up to sit heavily across Curtis' upper chest, his knees now holding the squirming stud's hands in place. To Curtis' surprise, Joey's tough hands worked the catch and zipper of his jeans, hauling out a breathtakingly fat slab of rapidly hardening man meat.
"I'LL TEACH YOU TO BRING SOME TRASH INTO MY MOTHER'S BED, COCK SUCKER!" Joey snarled.
Joey's man-sized appendage hovered mere inches above Curtis' face, his low-hanging hairy nut sac tickling just under the blond man's clean-shaven chin. A heady scent of warm, musky sex emanated from Joey's exposed genitals and washed over the man pinned beneath him. His vision otherwise obscured, Curtis had no choice but to appraise the incredible specimen majestically sprouting from Joey's taut loins. It was the manliest hunk of beef he'd ever seen! Joey's prize was ultra thick, swelling even wider midway up the meaty shaft and exploding into a gigantic, plum-sized fleshy knob capping off the humpy bull-cock. Thick, gnarled veins pulsed threateningly just below the silken length while the fat, juicy knob blazed an angry shade of purple. The fleshy bands of the piss lips gaped apart, probably from the sheer weight of the thing, and oozed an appetizing flow of clear pre-fuck drool which caused Curtis to smack his lips expectantly. From tip to root, Joey's cock appeared pissed-off and desperate---its every desire being to rape and pillage---and Curtis was the appointed lucky recipient.
"YOU QUEER PIECE OF SHIT, FUCKIN' AROUND WITH SOME STINKIN' WETBACK RIGHT UNDER MY MOTHER'S ROOF," Joey growled as he shifted position on the bed. "YOU WANNA SUCK COCK, I'LL GIVE YOU SOME COCK TO SUCK!" No longer pinning down Curtis' arms, Joey's hairy, muscular thighs were to either side of the prone man's head. Leaning forward to grasp the posts of the head board, Joey's sweaty crotch thrust forward and Curtis---with mouth open and ready---captured the jaw-breaking plump head. With a sexy, appreciative moan Curtis swirled his wet tongue around the thickly curved ridge of the bulbous crown and glided it over the warm surface. He somehow managed to drive the blunt tip of his tongue into the widely gaping piss slit and wriggle it around like a tadpole, resulting in yet another surge of sweet pre-cum. Joey's juice tasted absolutely delicious, not tart and salty like the Mexican before him, but more like flavorful man honey. Curtis noisily sucked on the gigantic dick head, savoring the heady jizz as it glided over his tonsils and slid down his throat.
Forcing his face hole to open even wider, Curtis gulped up a good half of Joey's wildly pulsating prick. His lips were stretched to the splitting point around the thickest portion of the strong, tasty dick meat. His tongue licked and teased the under side of the spectacular shaft, toying with the thick main vein which ran up to the massive cock head poking at his throat. Curtis couldn't imagine how he'd ever manage to swallow the whole damned thing! If that major midriff now plastered against his lips lodged itself in his throat he'd surely choke to death! Maybe that was Joey's plan---to revenge his mother's honor by strangling Curtis with his dick of death! What a fuckin' way to go!!
Taking his big blue collar hands from the bed post, Joey reached down to struggle with his worn jeans. His shifting around caused his big man flesh to press straight up against the roof of Curtis' mouth until the blond thought the monster might press clear through his sinuses. Although his protests were muffled, Curtis kept his lips firmly pressed against the huge swell while Joey pulled his jeans and briefs down around his worn work boots. Falling forward with hands and steel-tipped toes for support, Joey assumed the standard push-up position. Angling his crotch downward, Joey pumped his hips against Curtis' face and forced the massive midriff between his lips and into his sloppy mouth. Curtis' blue eyes popped wide upon realizing he was cock stuffed; the burden on his abused lips was lessened, but now that monstrous cock head was probing into his throat!
Joey rabbit-fucked his face with short, fast jabbing strokes. Curtis lips became grotesquely distended each time Joey withdrew to the mid point of his heavy erection; Curtis choked when the monstrous mushroom pounded against the back of his mouth---but he never stopped his wet sucking action on the best cut of beef he'd ever sampled. Curtis' hands latched onto Joey's furry, muscular rugby player's thighs, clutching and caressing the beefed up flesh. Moving his perspiring blond head around, he jockeyed for a more advantageous position---but Joey was two steps ahead of him. Never removing his steely prick from Curtis' widely open trench, Joey spun his husky body around so that his legs were thrown back from the male secretary's head and his upper body was suspended over Curtis' torso. Curtis countered by yanking the fluffy pillow farther under his neck so he could lean his head back, allowing Joey easier entry.
"OPEN UP, BITCH, COS HERE I COME!" Joey snarled in a deep, gravely voice. Curtis whimpered like an expectant puppy as Joey flexed his trim hips and steadily stuffed his horsecock deeper---then deeper---then deeper yet---into the other man's gullet. With uvula pressed to the roof of his mouth and the gigantic cock head filling out his throat like a snake swallowing its prey, Curtis' eyes bulged and threatened to blow out of their sockets. His silent scream proved to be advantageous, for it succeeded in expanding the cavity of his throat and allowing Joey to plunge clear down into his esophagus.
With hairy, sweaty egg-sized balls resting on the bridge of Curtis' nose, Joey threw back his head and released a long pent-up, masculine sigh. It had been so very long since he'd had his dick engulfed by a warm, moist mouth---nearly a fucking year! He'd nearly forgotten how awesome it felt! Wriggling his hips, he felt his engorged meat throbbing against Curtis' wet throat and nearly giggled with glee. All this time he'd denied himself one of life's simple pleasures---even today he'd rejected a tempting offer by Stoshie and Kyle--and now relief was finally at hand! His mother's queer boy friend would be the recipient of all those long months he'd held out---his only pleasure coming from his own calloused palm. Curtis deserved the pounding he was about to get, although it wasn't out of any sense of misguided vengeance. Joey Giagianno was a young man about to release all his contained sexual aggression.
Curtis misinterpreted Joey's pause as allowing him time to get accustomed to the enormity of the anaconda pulsing like a wild thing deep down in his throat. Little did he know: Joey was just savoring every rediscovered sensation. Curtis knew if he was to survive this fabulous assault he must quickly learn to breath solely through his nostrils lest he suffocate. His ass wriggled excitedly against the rumpled sheets on the mattress as his body gradually relaxed and eagerly anticipated Joey's next move.
After savoring that awesome initial sensation of having his immensely-thick fuck pole engulfed by a warm, sloppy mouth, Joey hastily decided he'd waited long enough---months too long, in fact. His muscular hips began to rise and fall, fucking his throbbing stalk between Curtis' wide spread lips and sending it clear down his tight throat. Although he was super stuffed and desperately attempting not to gag on the powerful slab of man muscle, Curtis laved the mighty weapon with his spit-soaked tongue and sucked hard as he could on the scrumptious side of beef. His eager acceptance only served to excite Joey even more, prompting the sex starved stallion to increase the intensity of his oral assault. Joey's strokes became quicker and more determined, power pumping his horny dick into the other man's mouth pussy. His wiry pubic bush scraped against Curtis' chin, threatening to leave him one hell of a brush-burn, and his big meaty balls slapped around the secretary's snorting nose with each heavy thrust.
Joey didn't give two fucks about Curtis. He was a hole, that was all. A hole that Joey needed right now---had needed---more than anything else in his young life. He'd tried his damnedest to hold out---tried to wait to get sex the way it was s'posed to be. But he was a young, virile man with raging hormones and heavily aching balls. When he'd burst into the bedroom and realized what those two had been up to, the last bit of restraint had instantly worn away. He knew he was going to get off---and his mother's blond secretary was the one who was gonna help him achieve that end. And it sure didn't seen to be bothering Curtis too much. The queer was groaning with delight every time Joey rocked his hips forward and drove his meaty pecker down into the murky depths of his hot, wet throat. His blond head, growing increasingly moist with perspiration, tried rocking from side to side when Joey lifted upward, giving the construction worker a thrilling bonus sensation on his spit-slicked prick of death.
Realizing he, too, had taken to perspiring heavily, Joey came up on his knees and stripped the top work shirt and under flannel from his body. He used them to swipe under his hairy pits and run over his powerful chest before tossing them to the side and coming down on the palms of his hands again to resume fucking Curtis' face. Curtis was positively whimpering, thoroughly enjoying each mouthful of succulent goodies he was afforded. The Giagianno kid had the most incredibly thick dick he'd ever encountered---and Curtis had experienced quite a few. Young Joey could even tame a cock whore like him, Curtis thought to himself as he used every one of his ill-gotten talents to keep the ravaging cocksman frantically pumping. With a cock like that, Curtis would gladly ditch the mother and become her youngest son's doting husband!
"WHAT THE FUCK YA CALL THIS?!" Joey suddenly halted his pumping. Curtis couldn't answer even if he knew what in hell the brazen buck was referring to. Joey's thick wang was buried balls deep in his face, so there was no way Curtis could see what in fuck was going on. And with the big boy's hairy ball bag covering his nostrils, Curtis knew that shortly he'd have an even more difficult time breathing.
Huge bicep muscles bulged as Joey held himself over Curtis' torso looking straight down at the blonde's heavily leaking prick. Pre-cum was oozing like mad from his piss slit and flowing down the length of the shaft to pool around his nuts and drip down between his sweaty thighs.
"GONNA STAIN MY MOTHER'S SHEETS WITH ALL THAT FUCKIN' CUM!" he snarled.
Curtis thought to himself that Joey's worn, once-tan work boots had already done quite a number on the sheets, but he was starting to turn purple from lack of oxygen and began squirming around on the bed and attempting to mutter a warning regarding his precarious dilemma.
"CAN'T HAVE YOU LEAVIN' CUM STAINS!" Joey mumbled huskily. Curtis, who had taken to beating his fists against Joey's bare flanks in a last ditch attempt to prevent impending asphyxiation suddenly froze when he felt a wet tongue glide over the bloated head of his cock. Joey licked across Curtis' pleasure dome again and again in a criss-cross fashion before forming his lips around the knob and sloppily sucking the heavily drooling helmet. Releasing the man-mushroom, Joey ran his wet tongue along the length of Curtis' quivering shaft like some kid attacking an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day. It was driving Curtis wild knowing that the married baby butch stud-muffin was rigorously lapping up all his pungent cock snot!
Thankfully, Joey had started bucking his hips again, fucking Curtis' throat with short but fast rabbit strokes. With the beefy boy's egg-sized nuts no longer blocking his nasal passages, Curtis was able to regulate his breathing---even though his heart was beating madly in his chest. He desperately wanted to take a quick look at the handsome construction worker chowing on his beef---but Joey had Curtis' face otherwise occupied. His super-sized cock head prodded as deeply as possible down Curtis' gullet, plunging forth and back like a human battering ram.
Joey's strong, rough hands slid under Curtis' smooth buttocks and effortlessly lifted him slightly from the mattress. Following Joey's lead, Curtis raised his legs to either side of the husky boy, allowing him easier access. Joey ravenously licked his way through the sweaty juncture of Curtis' pelvis and legs, scooping up the pre-cum drainage before nudging his face directly into the blonde's nut sac. Curtis cooed around the delectable cock embedded in his throat when Joey swallowed the shaved sac into his warm, inviting mouth. He sucked and chewed on the smooth scrotum none-too-gently, causing Curtis to wince with pleasurable pain from the resulting kick to his gut. Joey's attempts at clean-up were proving fruitless; his aggressive manner only caused Curtis' pretty prick to unleash another healthy wave of cock honey to pool all over his taut belly.
Yanking his hands out from under the sneaky secretary, Joey shoved his big, muscular naked arms against Curtis' inner thighs, forcing them back and wide so that the split of the blonde's ass was looking him directly in the face. With a solid whack of his hand, he loudly smacked one creamy buttock. The resultant gasp from Curtis only allowed him to sink his huge prick deeper into the other man's face hole. Pleased with the quickly dissipating reddened imprint of his hand, Joey gave equal treatment to the other cheek.
"TEACH YOU TO FUCK AROUND ON MY MOTHER, YOU WHORE!" he growled as he rubbed his rough palms over each tender melon, thick fingers grasping at the sweet flesh.
'Oh, yeah!' Curtis thought around his mouthful of saucy, succulent sausage. 'Punish me, big boy! Punish the hell out of me for using your mom as my beard! Spank my ass! Fuck my face! Use me and abuse me!'
Joey gave him a few more resounding wallops before chugging a sloppy wad of spittle into Curtis' sticky ass cleavage. With two stubby fingers he smeared it along the length of the other man's shit ditch. Curtis' entire body tingled when Joey used the ball of his fat thumb to work the saliva around those pouting ass lips. Reaching upward, he latched onto Joey's jutting bubble butt and ran his hands over the perfectly rounded, nicely smooth and solid surface. As Joey continued to play in his exposed ditch, Curtis ran the side of a hand through Joey's sweet trench. Unlike his, Joey's split was hair lined and thoroughly masculine, making Curtis desire to get on up there and eat out his macho hole. He settled for probing deep between those clenching and unclenching melons until he located Joey's hot little bud. Joey's hot ass hole kissed the tips of Curtis' fingers as he lightly tickled the puckered lips. Going for broke, Curtis took a chance and shoved his middle finger right up into Joey's fiery ring, probing for his prostate.
"NO YOU DON'T!" Joey snarled as he bucked against the blond, wrestling his ass from Curtis' touch and yanking his cock free. Curtis sputtered around the massive amounts of saliva threatening to drown him. "YOU AIN'T GONNA MAKE ME CUM THAT WAY, FUCKER! NOT TILL I'VE FUCKED YOU ASS, AT LEAST!"
Joey had grabbed a hold of Curtis' legs and spun him around so that the other man was now facing him. Quickly dispensing with his work boots, socks and jeans Joey once again raised the blonde's legs in a wide V and jockeyed into position with his huge, angry and desperately lonely cock poised at the ready.
For the first time, Curtis had the opportunity to take a good look at the son of his employer. From the first time he met the Giagianno boys Curtis was smitten with their darkly handsome looks, but he'd never seen either the way he was now ogling Joey. While he'd always been a slut for Joey's wholesome good looks, especially his smoldering brown eyes framed by dark, curling lashes under richly thick eyebrows (which nearly intersected across the young stud's forehead) and his full, puffy lips (which spoke of untold delights), Curtis had never before been free to appreciate the stud's meaty, muscular body. Certainly he'd stolen glances at the buffed buck shirtless at family pool parties, fully appreciating young Joey's manly physique. The beauty was solidly built, with wide, expansive shoulders and a mountainous chest housing jutted swells of pectoral muscle capped by succulent, gumdrop-sized nipples. His torso was smooth and completely hairless, tapering down to a thick, tight waist and showing delicious ridges of abdominal development. Thick, funky tufts of dark hair peeked out from under his armpits, sprouted around the deep indention of his navel leading to the wealth of his pubic area and coated the strong bugles of his lumberjack-sized legs and thighs. Joey's arms were equally impressive, with rock-hard bicep bulges and thick, hairy forearms cabled with prominent veins. For a moment, Curtis thought that Joey could easily crush him with those arms, even stronger since he'd taken on the construction gig.
But most impressive of all was that wickedly fat piece of hefty man meat, maddeningly throbbing with bluish-purple blood, from Joey's loins. Pre-cum was positively dripping from its gaping piss hole and, suddenly, Curtis became frightened.
"N-NO!" he could hardly believe he was protesting. "IT--IT'S TOO WIDE! I-I COULDN'T POSSIBLY TAKE THAT UP MY ASS!"
"DON'T YOU GIVE ME THAT SHIT, TOO!" Joey's lips curled in a wicked snarl. He'd had more than enough of his bride making him feel like a freak all these months. He hadn't sunk his pride and joy in a warm, moist hole in just as long. There was no turning back now; he was all sexed up and not about to be denied! Joey Giagianno intended to get laid and there was nothing...and no one...who could stop him.
Curtis was scrambling to get up from the bed, but Joey roughly shoved him back down onto the sheets and moved in for the kill. Grabbing himself around the ultra-thick base, Joey prodded his leaking meat against Curtis' suddenly-resisting hole.
"NO, JOEY, YOU'LL KILL ME!" Curtis pleaded with a look of terror in his eyes.
Joey smirked. "WHO YOU KIDDING? YOU'VE TAKEN LOTS OF DICK BEFORE. YOU'LL GET USED TO IT!" And once more he nudged against Curtis' curiously shaven back door.
"IT---IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T WANT TO! YOU'RE SO FUCKING HOT---HOTTEST GUY I'VE EVEN SEEN IN ALL MY SORRY LIFE!" It wasn't a ploy, Curtis really was completely smitten with Joey. "BUT I'VE NEVER HAD A COCK SO FAT BEFORE!"
Joey grabbed hold of Curtis' upraised legs for support and tried pressing against the fuck hole once more. "DIDN'T THINK YOU COULD TAKE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT, AND YOU DID! NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET IT UP THE ASS, FUCKER!"
"WAIT! WAIT!!" Curtis made one last-ditch effort. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY YOU, I WANT TO KNOW HOW IT FEELS! JUST LET ME LUBE UP...LET ME LUBE UP REAL GOOD!"
"NO TIME FOR THAT!" Joey growled, reaching down to reposition his huge cock head at Curtis' soon-to-be-ravaged hole. "BESIDES, I SMEARED SOME SPIT DOWN THERE OR DID YOU FORGET ALREADY?"
"NOT ENOUGH!" Curtis warned. "NOT ENOUGH!"
Curtis could see the wheels turning as Joey stopped to think for a moment. "AW, FUCK!" he mumbled and backed slightly away from the trembling blond. Then, to Curtis' utter astonishment, Joey's strong hands clawed his smooth ass cheeks wide apart and he dove into the splayed ass crack face-first.
Joey's unshaven skin bristled along the inner planes of Curtis' spread ass as his blunt tongue sloppily lapped around the tiny puckered fuck hole. Slick saliva flowed freely from Joey's working mouth and was smeared against Curtis' ass ring. As Joey's hot tongue determinedly probed his pink petals, Curtis' sphincter ultimately relaxed, allowing the macho construction worker to sink deep into his warm chute. Curtis threw his blond head back against the pillows with an appreciative moan. Joey's thick, manly lips were pressed up against Curtis' gaping ass hole, introducing mouthfuls of spittle into the blonde's fuck tunnel. He drove his tongue as deep into the squirming secretary as was humanly possible, swirling his spit-lube against the slimy, grasping walls of Curtis' rectum. Curtis' butt was gyrating like a bitch against Joey's handsome, grizzly face while the ethnic hunk greedily licked away inside his ass. Joey was making all sorts of primal, guttural sounds, which turned Curtis on even more. He hoped the muscled up buck would notice the lava steadily flowing from his agitated dick and give it some more attention after he'd finished his maddening rim job!
But sexually deprived Joey had other things on his mind. The stubble on his chin and jaw was coated with Curtis' ass juices when he finally separated himself from the hot-as-a-firecracker secretary. Thrusting two thick fingers into his mouth, he coated them with sloppy spit and worked them into Curtis' drenched ass hole. Curtis moaned even loader when Joey began rapidly fucking them in and out, rotating his sexed-up ass against the motion of Joey's hand. Seeing how Curtis easily took the two digits Joey thrust a third fat, stubby finger into the quivering chasm. Soon all four of his fingers were formed into a cone and buried inside the blond, probing his prostate and driving him wild, while the thick thumb massaged his sensitive t'aint. On the outstroke Joey spread his fingers apart, stretching Curtis' ass hole even wider; then twirled them around as he sunk back in to the last knuckle. When he wrapped his other hand around Curtis' blazing erection and gave it a few friendly strokes, the blond man near shot right up off the bed.
"YOUR ASS IS READY NOW FOR A FUCKING!" Joey rudely announced, yanking his hand free and scooting up between Curtis' spread thighs.
"OH YEAH!" Curtis babbled like a bitch in serious heat. "FUCK ME WITH THAT FAT HOG! TEAR MY ASS THE FUCK UP!" His hands were all over Joey's muscular body as the young man thrust powerful legs out behind him, came up on his toes, and planted his strong arms to either side of Curtis. With his hunky body hovering over the expectant blond, Joey circled his hips while his fat, dripping cock sought out its target. His longish bangs swayed in the space between their bodies as he looked between them to gauge his progress.
Curtis gasped when the huge, wet cock head kissed his quivering ass lips. He, too, was excitedly watching the joining of their bodies with an arm cocked behind his slightly raised head. Joey pressed his hairy pelvis steadily forward and his fat mushroom sunk between the folds of Curtis' spit-slick sphincter. His eyes shot wide open and Curtis instantly grasped out to clutch Joey's bulging biceps as the muscular stud relentlessly sunk inch after inch of his manhood into the blonde's hungry ass hole. Stars danced before his sex-glazed eyes when the equally huge midriff of the heavy thing breached his hole and plowed onward into him, stretching his insides as they'd never been stretched before. With a final, gut-wrenching thrust Joey buried his his throbbing member deep up inside the other man.
"YESSSSSSSSSSS!" he hissed, throwing back his head while his eyes involuntarily rolled upward in their sockets. The sweet heat and gripping wetness enveloping his erection was a sensation he'd been trying for months to recall every time he jacked himself off. But some things could not be remembered; they had to be experienced---again and again. Joey was a man who'd just been released from his self-imposed prison---and he had no intention of ever going back there again. He liked to fuck, to be fucked. Wife or no wife, Joey Giagianno would never again live a celibate life begrudging himself one of the simplest of pleasures a man could enjoy. His big brother Ray certainly didn't! There was ass everywhere for the taking, potential fuck buddies at every corner. Here he'd found one right in his own mother's bed and, with him, intended to make up for some long-lost time.
Thankful his dry spell had finally ended, Joey set in to really fucking the tight, juicy ass he'd prepped. He lifted his chiseled hips, pulling his blood engorged, aching cockmeat up from the depths of Curtis' bowels. The blond man's wrecked ass ring clamped down under the thick ridge of his plum sized cock head as if reluctant to let the powerful prick go. But Joey was already thrusting back against him, shooting his magnificent hunk of beef steak deep into the incredibly hot, incredibly tight male pussy until his heavy balls slapped against Curtis' ass. Joey's big bubbled butt rose and fell as he waged a full throttle assault on the wickedly clutching pleasure hole, enraptured by the sensations it brought to his organ.
A satisfied groan escaped Curtis' parted lips each time Joey sunk the big fucker far up into his colon. He ground his ass against Joey's thrust, desperate to have every meaty inch of that fabulous cock embedded within his fiery furnace. Tight though he already was, Curtis worked to flex his inner muscles around Joey's fat member and milked the big, plunging fucker as best he could. The blond secretary had landed himself a prized stallion and wanted to do all he could to prove himself worthy of such an awesome dream stud.
Every muscle in Joey's naked body was clearly pronounced under his skin, now covered in a sheen of radiant sweat. Curtis ran his hands up the twin columns of Joey's arms, positioned to either side of him and felt the rock-hard mounds of his bulging biceps as they held him, seemingly without much effort, above Curtis' prone body. Curtis explored the rounded slopes of the buffed stud's impressive pectorals and tweaked the big, juicy hardened man-nips, causing Joey to moan deep in his throat and slam his ass with renewed fervor. The good looking buck's face was mere inches from his own, his thick bangs swaying sexily against Curtis' own forehead. Joey's eyelids, which had been dreamily shut until now, fluttered open when Curtis brought a hand to his handsome face and ran it over one unshaven check and down along his throat. Their eyes remained locked as Curtis traced the outline of Joey's succulent lips with two fingers. And then Joey was sucking those same fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the twin digits and treating them like they were little cocks.
Joey's cock never lost a beat, plunging in and out of Curtis' fuck hole like it was the last fuck he'd ever have. Every fantasy he'd had over those long, lean months of abstinence were now being lived to the fullest. His entire being was centered in the fat slab of salami growing from his loins and relentlessly slamming into the mushy depths of the other man. His pace never altered. He was a hard-driving sex machine, mercilessly pounding his prick with an almost brutish force into the welcoming pussy of his mother's male acquaintance. Even when he spit out Curtis' fingers and smashed his mouth against the startled blonde's, Joey never lost a fuck beat.
His lips ravenously mashed with Curtis' as he closed his eyes and hungrily devoured the mouth of the man who was giving his cock such indescribable pleasure. Instead of sweet and tender, it was rough and entirely masculine. Curtis' hands were entwined in Joey's thick locks as, with a deeply felt sigh, he eagerly accepted the handsome stud's swollen tongue. Their wet tongues engaged in a sensuous fencing match while their mouths mashed together, copious amounts of saliva joining in a wet, frothy mixture. The hot, lusty lip lock was a far cry from the loving kisses Joey had tried to share with his unresponsive wife; this was a rugged display of raging testosterone and mutual masculine arousal.
The heat up Curtis' fine ass washed over Joey's sensitive, battering cock head, causing him to sigh huskily into the other man's mouth. Disengaging his swollen tongue, Joey ran his puffy upper lip over Curtis' wet lower one, then playfully took that lip between his even white teeth and lightly bit down on it as his hips continued to rise and fall. His wet lips licked a trail along Curtis' smooth cheek before latching onto the fragile pink skin along one side of his neck and sucking on the naked flesh like a parched vampire.
Curtis had never been so completely manhandled! And certainly never by a stud as hunky, handsome and decidedly macho as Joey Giagianno. He was trying like mad to curb the rising fire in his loins but, with the tasty things Joey was doing to his body, it was impossible not to succumb to the inevitable orgasm. The bulging midriff of Joey's ultra-fat cock was literally pounding against his prostate and sending shivers throughout his body with each ass-filling plunge. Droplets of funky sweat rolled off Joey's muscular frame to join Curtis' sheen of perspiration in a raunchy, masculine union. As his breathing grew heavier, Curtis threw his arms around the back of Joey's head, holding him close while the man gloriously fucked and sucked the life out of him.
It was like the Macy's fireworks display on the Fourth of July when Curtis came. Sensing the onslaught of the other man's orgasm, Joey went into overdrive, fucking him like a madman. Curtis had no idea where the younger buck got this second wind of energy after all the ferocious fucking he'd been doing up until then, but it automatically sent the secretary completely over the edge. His shaven ball bag exploded, sending clots of pearly white cum rocketing up out of his shaft and blasting against Joey's ripped, heaving torso. Curtis' body convulsed violently from the ferocity of his mind-blowing orgasm, causing his ass hole to clutch and spasm around Joey's invading member.
Joey Giagianno hadn't cum---really cum---in a shamefully long time. It was a credit to his macho stamina that he'd lasted as long as he had in this, his first session since his wedding night nearly a year ago. That almost-forgotten white hot fire burned somewhere deep in his thrusting loins and rapidly spread to claim complete control over his athletic body. Unlatching his lips from Curtis' abused neck, where he'd left an ugly purple welt (which, ultimately, would take more than a week to vanish), Joey threw back his head with a guttural growl. Curtis watched in utter fascination as the he-man's hazel eyes glazed over, veins bulged maddeningly at his temples and the cords in his bull's neck distended evily. Every muscle in his over-packed body tensed and stood out in magnificent relief like some championship bodybuilding poser---and Curtis thought for a moment that his cherry-like nipples might pop right off his straining, puffed-up chest. Joey's giant girth seemed to expand even larger in Curtis' clutching channel. With one last, mind-blowing thrust he buried the twitching cum-rocket deep in the blonde's guts and exploded.
"OHHHHHH........YEAH...........FUUUUUCCKK!" he gushed as hot cum blasted from his cock in huge, violent spasms. Curtis' ass hole milked the buried length of Joey's throbbing shaft, although the hot stud needed no encouragement to unload every juicy drop of his seed. Joey's impressive pectorals heaved from the force of his orgasm and, Curtis thought to himself, in that moment of ultimate pleasure the younger man had never looked so breathtakingly handsome. The stud kept on coming and coming for nearly a full minute, drowning Curtis' insides with his seemingly unending supply of thick, rich man cream. Unaware of Joey's sad sexual predicament at home, Curtis wondered if the humpy bull always erupted like some sort of uncapped oil well.
Following his final monumental release, Joey's torso spasmed from the gut-wrenching sensations of Curtis' cum-soaked insides grinding against the highly sensitized nerve endings around his cock head. As he slowly regained his composure, Joey came up off his straining arms, giving them the benefit of some simple stretches while his still-hard cock remained buried in Curtis' fuck hole. Curtis curiously watched the gorgeous slab of man go through his after-fuck motions as he basked in the after-glow of his powerful performance. Wordlessly, Joey's eyes bored into Curtis' as he slowly pulled inch after inch of thick cock out of the other man. Curtis winced when the gigantic mushroom popped out of his hole with a wet, squishing sound and suddenly found himself feeling very empty, indeed.
And then Joey, already on his knees, brought his delectable bubble butt down to rest on his heels and leaned over to engulf Curtis' slowly deflating prick with his mouth. Curtis groaned and ground his hips against the stud's handsome face as Joey's tongue went to town scooping all traces of cum from the secretary's organ. Letting it fall from his mouth, Joey licked along the length just as he'd done at the onset of their mating, down over and around Curtis' balls and even lapped up the traces of cum pooled on the blonde's torso.
"Can't let these sheets get too stained up!" he said with a teasing smirk. Curtis smiled back at the butch fucker, unable to find words after the serious work out he'd just pleasurably endured.
Joey shot up out of the bed and gathered his clothes which were strewn about his mother's bedroom. Curtis couldn't take his eyes off the fat dick, which was now semi-hard. Standing at the foot of the bed Joey cleaned his half-a-hard-on by running his hand along the glorious length and up over the blunt head. Curtis whimpered excitedly when the muscular stud brought it up to his mouth, licking and sucking the remnants of his torrid fuck from his own hand. Joey grinned more widely, his eyes sparkling mischievously at Curtis' appreciative response.
Curtis watched every movement as the little hunk slipped one thick, hairy leg---then the other---into underwear and jeans, sat down to roll on his socks and then lace up his worn work boots. As Joey threw the thermal undershirt over his head, he addressed the wide-eyed blond.
"You ain't gonna tell nobody about this now, are you, Curtis?" His big arms slipped into the button-down flannel overshirt he usually wore on the job. "Cause if you do-----"
"What are you going to do, Joey?" Curtis teased. "Tell your mother---your wife---that a big, husky guy like you got taken advantage of by a guy like me?"
"No," Joey replied with a tell-tale twinkle in his eyes. Then, grasping the bulge in his crotch, he countered, "But you'd never get a go at this again."
"Consider these lips sealed," Curtis smiled, clutching a fluffy pillow as he rested on his side. "That is, until you want them wide open again."
With a wink and a nod Joey Giagianno was out the door and thumping down the staircase. Outside, he paused to take a deep breath of the crisp, cool afternoon air. Stretching out his arms and scratching between his pecs, little Joey felt more satisfied than he had in a long, long while. For all the hard times they'd given him, Curtis turned out not to be such a bad guy after all. He damned well knew how to take a hard fuck, that much was for sure. Up until now the Giagianno brothers had worried their self-indulgent mother might make the mistake of her life and actually marry her latest boy toy. With Sonia's track record, the chances were slim. But if, by chance, it came to pass Joey was somewhat comforted to know that he'd have a very special relationship with his slut of a step dad.
Whistling a familiar, upbeat tune, Joey hopped into the cab of his pick up and headed off down the highway toward home. He thought he might stop off and pick up a dozen roses, a bottle of wine and a little token for his wife. As always, she'd think he was fishing for another try in the bedroom but---for the first time----she'd be dead wrong. Joey was a changed man; he'd no longer seek sex at home and wind up disappointed.
Joey shifted in his seat when he left a gnawing itch at his ass hole. Although he lifted a leg to give it a healthy scratch, the damned thing refused to go away. A smile spread over his handsome face when he realized it wasn't something that could be handled that easily. With his new lease on life, young Joey needed himself a real good fuck---near as good as the one he'd just given. Veering over to the dusty shoulder of the road, Joey maneuvered his truck into a U-turn and gunned it down the highway in the direction of big Stosh's house.