Straight Buddy Ray

This story contains graphic depictions of sexual encounters and is meant to be consumed by a mature audience.

Joey Giagianno hoisted himself into the cab of his old, trusty pick up truck and slipped a key into the ignition. A quick turn of his corded wrist revved the still reliable engine into life. Being it was late winter, and the climate still quite chill, Joey always allowed a good five to ten minutes before slipping into gear and beginning his homeward journey. The radio went on immediately, tuned in to his favorite classic rock station. Led Zeppelin was doing "Stairway to Heaven," normally one of Joey's all time favorites although today it only added to his depression. A quick turn of the dial silenced the tune and, except for the sound of the engine, left the car in relative silence. Placing his hands atop the cold steering wheel, Joey heaved a huge exasperated sigh and fell forward to rest his forehead upon his bare hands.

He had just finished up at the job site where he and his co-worker--- and good buddy---Kyle were doing some house panting for an elderly widow. The twenty-two year old was regularly on the payroll of the privately owned Wojiewicz and Sons Construction Company, but during the winter months work was scarce and required him taking on odd jobs to supplement the income. Stanley (Stosh) Wojiewicz was the sole proprietor of the company. Much as the hard-working Polish immigrant would have liked there actually were no Wojiewicz sons---only three very attractive daughters. In a desperate need to compensate, Wojiewicz adopted both Kyle and Joey as his "sons." He valiantly made every attempt to find them work during the off season so their families wouldn't go hungry; today's painting job was something he'd arranged before going back to the homeland with the missus and two of their daughters for vacation. After today, though, there wasn't a job anywhere in the foreseeable future, although both Joey and Kyle checked the daily papers attentively. They'd even put up an advertisement for their services on the billboard of the local supermarket, as well as taking out a somewhat costly ad in the paper, to stir up some interest. They'd become excited when snowfall was forecast, knowing they'd easily procure plowing jobs. But, this late in the season, snow would certainly be an oddity.

It was a good thing his wife, Tracy, had her little job to help out in times of need but Joey didn't like it. He was the man of the household and, the way he was raised, it was the man's duty to provide. It bruised his ego, and hurt his partly Italian pride, to see his bride's paycheck going toward the weekly grocery bill. Thankfully Spring was just around the corner and things---at least on the work front---would be looking up soon.

A sudden rap on the window startled Joey out of his reverie. Quickly jerking his head to the side he saw it was Kyle standing there. A fresh blast of frigid air washed over him as he cranked down the creaking window and asked, "Was sup?"

Kyle blew into his hands, rubbing them together briskly before thrusting them in the front pockets of his winter coat. "You alright, Joey?"

"Yeah, buddy, fine. Just warmin' up the bitch."

"Better watch it," the good looking blond teased. "She'll break down on you on the way home. Women have a way of making you remember who's really boss."

Joey muttered a "Yeah, right" and stared straight ahead through the foggy windshield.

"Hey, Joey, you ain't foolin' me," Kyle persuaded. "Something's been eating at you all damned day. You want to go grab a beer or somethin' and talk about it?"

"Who can afford beer right now?" Joey replied dryly. He felt the heat begin to kick in and knew the truck would soon be ready to roll.

"Well fuck, Joe, a guy's gotta unwind sometimes. Ain't you the one who taught me that?" he asked with a wink of one sky blue eye. "Why not come over to my place? We can hang out in my playroom in the basement. That's the one place off limits to the wife. Got a few beers in the fridge down there. We can shoot the shit, play some games on the x-box, maybe fuck around a little.."

Kyle, eight years older than Joey, was close to the top of the list of his favorite fuck buddies. They'd first hooked up a few years back out at a construction site. As things turned out, boss Stosh happened to return during the heat of their buddy passion and things had taken an interesting turn.

"Nah, dude, I think I'm just gonna head on home."

"You ain't gonna tell me what's goin' on, are you?" Kyle was suddenly very serious.

Joey looked him in the face for a long moment before responding. "Not somethin' you can help me out with, Ky."

"You never know," Kyle pressed.

"Really, dude, I'm alright. It's gonna be alright. If I need you, man, I'll let you know."

"You swear it, Joe?"

Joey swallowed hard. "I swear it, buddy."

Kyle reached out a hand to reassuringly squeeze Joey's well rounded shoulder under his jacket. "Alright buddy, I'll take you at your word. But the offer is still on---my place. One buddy helpin' out another. You know."

Joey grinned sheepishly at the familiar line. "Yeah, I hear you. Just not today."

Kyle reluctantly left Joey's side and climbed into his own pickup. Something was really troubling his buddy, that much was for sure. But Kyle felt he'd pressed the issue enough. When Joey was ready to open up to him, he would. As he glanced into his rear view mirror before pulling out of the drive, he was somewhat relieved to see Joey backing up his old beat up truck. He resolved to call the younger man later tonight to make sure he'd gotten home alright and to renew his offer. Kyle had a fairly good idea that it all had something to do with Joey's cunt of a wife.

Slinging one hand over the top of the steering wheel, Joey drove down the highway at a leisurely pace. He wasn't all that anxious to get home. Besides, it gave him time to think---and Joey Giagianno was a man who had a lot on his mind.

Since even before his marriage, only a couple of years before, Joey was an extremely frustrated young man. He was smitten with Tracy Kimberly McDonough from the moment he first laid eyes on her from across a few lanes at the local bowling alley, but figured a girl like her was way out of his league. If it hadn't been for his buddies teasing him he might never have summoned the courage to approach her in the snack bar. To his delighted surprise she'd allowed him to buy her a hot dog and soda. He knew he wasn't anything like the collegiate types she was probably used to---he was just a big dumb jock---so Joey was quite surprised that she genuinely seemed to like him.

It might not have been their first actual date but it would forever be the day Joey would remember and ultimately come to regret. They dated regularly after that, talked on the phone until the wee hours of the morning and soon were practically inseparable. Tracy Kim wanted nothing more than a kiss from Joey and he respected her for that. Tracy wasn't like any of the other girls he'd dated---and usually fucked from the word go. She was special, kind of like one of those sweet fragile porcelain dolls his mama collected and displayed on a shelf in her china closet.

Although sometimes irritated that her best friend Samantha often accompanied them to dates, Joey said nothing. Her friends had to become his, and vice versa, if they were to continue to be "an item." And Sammy wasn't all that bad---it was just that she was always there.

Joey also had to grapple with the McDonough family, who set themselves to higher standards that the working class ethnic Giagiannos. Joey always suspected it had been Tracy's younger brother, Brian, who'd paved the way for acceptance. Brian and Tracy were tight; as it turned out, they always had been. And Brian was something of a sports fanatic, just like Joey. They often went to games together, taking the train to Shea during baseball season, Giants Stadium for football and the Meadlowlands to catch the Devils whacking a puck around the ice. Whether due to Brian's influence or not, the senior McDonough's came to accept Joey and weren't all that disheartened when he nervously proposed marriage to Tracy.

He completely understood her reneging on intimacy during their courtship, but Joey failed to comprehend how Tracy kept up her reluctance on their wedding night and after. They tried many times but it always turned out the same, with Tracy pushing him away. Like every other full-blooded young male, Joey had his needs. And Tracy's lame excuses about his size (he really didn't think it was all that big, but thank you very much anyway) soon began to wear thin. It became a major bone of contention between them and placed a heavy strain upon their already fragile marriage.

It was a good thing Joey already had his eyes opened to the opportunities raised by buddy sex. Much to his astonishment it was his revered older brother who inadvertently opened those doors for him. Joey caught Ray and his older, but extremely virile, buddy red handed banging away in the back of Ray's classic Mustang lodged out in the family garage. Sometime later, coming upon Jon sprawled across the Giagianno's bed jerking his cock with Ray's sweaty jockstrap over his face, Joey took full advantage of the situation. Big mature Jon unashamedly told him all about the pleasures of buddy sex, stunning and---at the same time----arousing Joey with tales of intimate things he and his brother did to each other. Joey proved to be a quick study. What was good for his older brother was good for him. A new life, an alternative life to his existence of denial, was opened for Joey.

Convinced of the normalcy and innocence of his actions, Joey easily managed to coerce some of his best friends---Kyle included---into becoming his fuck buddies. While he might have lacked a sex life at home, Joey was hardly sporting blue balls. He'd much rather have had a physical relationship with his beloved bride and still harbored hopes of improvement on that front, but for the meantime sought his pleasures where he could find them.

And find them he did---sometimes in the unlikeliest of places. Such as the evening of his bachelor's party out at the strip joint known as Bud's Hut and the discovery of the secret glory hole known only to the regulars. Joey soon became a featured player there---on the other side of the crude hole servicing a bevy of unanimous sperm donors. He gave and received until his body was drained and his knees were worn.

So horned up was he the night of his bachelor's party that Joey went cocksucking crazy for the big hooded, obviously ethnic, drooling prick which presented itself through that nasty hole in the wall. He gnawed on foreskin, chewed the tasty meat and swallowed it down his throat until it erupted in rich heady nectar which he devoured like an overly thirsty man. Years later, only a couple of days ago, that same tool slipped its way into his secret life again. Joey treated it like a long lost friend, this time taking his pleasure to another level. Backing his big, hungry ass up against the wall, he took the thing all the way up into the deepest recesses of his guts. The cocksman had fucked him but good, hitting that hair-raising trigger somewhere inside him that made him go absolutely fuck crazy. He loved that fucking cock; it was number one with a bullet on his personal hit list. What a crushing let down it was to discover that such an awesome piece sprouted from the loins of his arch enemy, the much despised Javier Santiago.

Javier was the slippery, slimy Puerto Rican weasel who'd insinuated himself into the Giagianno family by becoming the boyfriend of young Sharyn Giagianno. Sharyn, no prize herself, was smitten with the self proclaimed bad boy. Over the family's strong objections she moved into the low income apartment he shared with a buddy and, shortly thereafter, added insult to injury with the announcement of her impending motherhood. For the sake of the innocent baby, mother and father adopted a civil attitude while in Javier's presence, but brothers Ray and Joey were not as generous. There was nothing they wouldn't do to eradicate Javier, the known drug pusher who boldly lived off their sister's welfare checks.

An icy chill ran down Joey's spine when he'd heard the taunting voice call his name from the glory hole, followed by the devilish face of Javier frighteningly illuminated in the darkness by the glow of his cigarette lighter. He believed his heart must have stopped for at least a moment or two. Of all the dudes in the world to be in that particular place at that particular time, what were the odds of it being Javier Santiago? And how had Javier known it was him on the other side of the wall? Joey felt sick to his stomach. The drug pushing Puerto Rican's cum load leaking out of his well-fucked hole suddenly felt like battery acid and Joey wanted nothing more than to rush home and wash himself clean.

Joey barely heard Javier's demand that he be at the slime bag's tenement apartment the following afternoon. And, since that fateful encounter, there hadn't been a moment Joey's mind wasn't on his awful predicament. If Javier wanted a meeting, Joey knew it couldn't be good. The hood rat probably wanted to blackmail him: money in exchange for silence. But, with jobs the way they were right now, Joey was strapped for cash and couldn't afford to pay the sleazy fucker off. In the end he decided to ignore Javier's invitation; perhaps the situation would just simply go away. Yet, try as he might, he couldn't get it out of his mind. He was a torn man. On the one hand, he was crazy for the hooded cock. But on the other, knowing it belonged to Santiago, Joey was repulsed.

Pulling into the town house association where he lived, Joey easily found a parking spot. Stepping down from the cab he noticed a familiar car parked two spaces away. It took only a few seconds for him to place it. It was his sister Sharyn's beat up hunk of junk. What in the earth would she be doing here? Sharyn rarely every visited. There was no closeness between his sister and Tracy like there was with Ray's wife. Sharyn must be in some sort of trouble again and needed a sympathetic ear. His sister enjoyed playing the drama queen.

Mounting the steps to his unit, Joey collected the mail from the box by the door. Rifling through the pile as he turned the key in the lock he saw nothing but bills, bills and more bills. There were voices coming from the kitchen area. Joey yanked down the zipper on his coat and was about to pull it from his shoulders when he suddenly froze. One of those voices was male! And it only took him a beat to recognize the owner.

Fuming, Joey bounded down the short hallway and charged into the kitchenette where Tracy was preparing a pot of coffee while Samantha was conversing with none other than Javier Santiago! Angry veins bulged at Joey's neck and temples as he looked from Tracy to Javier and then back again.

"What the fuck's he doing here?" he demanded angrily.

"He---he just stopped by," Tracy stammered, obviously uncomfortable. "Something about a meeting you missed."

"Get the fuck out of my house!" Joey shouted.

"Joey, Joey, dude." Javier leaned back in the chair with a sleazy smirk etched across his somewhat handsome face. "When you didn't show up to my crib yesterday, I figured you musta forgot. So I come to you."

"Out!" When Javier didn't move, Joey grabbed fists full of the Puerto Rican's shirt and yanked him up out of the chair.

"Joey, for cripes sake, he wasn't doing anything," Samantha chimed in, quickly rising from her space to intercede. "Actually he's kind of entertaining."

"You stay out of this!" Joey pointed a thick finger at her. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Tracy came to the defense of her best girl friend. "Joey, calm down. We were just keeping him company until you came home. Really, he wasn't doing anything wrong."

"Don't you even try to defend this prick," Joey told her angrily and shoved Javier toward the door.

The slick smile never left the Puerto Rican's face as he was escorted down the hallway. When they were near the door, and out of ear shot of the girls, he whispered to Joey, "Outside. We need a little conversation."

Joey looked at him long and hard before grabbing the other man's coat from the rack beside the door and tossing it at him. Giving Javier another deliberate shove, he followed him out into the cold, closing the door securely behind him. Not a word was said until they were in the parking lot by Sharyn's wheels. With his trademark shit-eating grin, Javier turned to face the angry young man.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Jo-seph. You done disappointed me," he taunted. "Wuz waitin' on you down at my crib, my big dick hard and drippin' luv juice and you diss me bad. I had to bang shit outa your sister's ass when she got home. She didn't want to, but when Javier tell his bitch to do something she better do it. Know what I'm sayin'? Poor little Sharyn. She's gonna be walkin' funny for a few days. And it's all your fault, Jo-seph." One pointed finger stabbed Joey in the chest for emphasis.

Joey's anger rose, turning his face a beet red. "What do you want out of me?"

"Done told you what I wanted," Javier replied, looking down at his boots almost disinterestedly. "You and me, workin' things out. But you didn't show. Now I gotta do what I gotta do."

"What did you fuckin' say to Tracy?" Joey demanded.

"Nothin'---yet," Javier's teeth practically gleamed like the big bad wolf as he smiled menacingly. "Wuz just about to get to the good stuff. You know, how her hubby is a sloppy cock sucking slut down at the Hut. And then you come in interrupting shit."

Joey's hands were tight fists at his sides. "If you tell her anything, I swear I'll kill you."

Javier rolled his eyes dramatically. "Here we go with the killing shit again. You ain't got it in you, Joe. Me neither. Got my street smarts, but I ain't no killer."

"What's it gonna cost me to keep your fuckin' mouth shut?" Joey asked, his nostrils flaring wildly.

"Joey! Joey!" Javier was all faux-surprise. "I don't want none of your money."

"Then wh-what do you want? There's gotta be something you want."

"Ain't too bright, are you Joe? You got some nerve beastin' on me all these years when your own bulb's pretty dim. What is it you think I want?"

Joey suddenly realized where all this was going. "Fuck you," he spat out.

"You were sure getting' down on it the other night. And that time before. On the night of your very own bachelor's party. Imagine that!" Javier was thoroughly enjoying his game of cat and mouse. "Can't imagine what little---what's her name? Tracy. What she's gonna think of you whorin' around just before the wedding."

"You rotten son of a bitch!" Joey murmured, slowly shaking his head from side to side, finding it hard to believe this was all happening to him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Still haven't learned nothing, have you Joe? I'm the man now and don't you forget it. I'm calling the shots from now on. What I say, you do. Unless you want that pretty little girl in there to hear my story. Or Sharyn. Maybe some night when her momma has us over for dinner---you know, she does have us over for dinner--- Javier will provide the entertainment with his tale about little cock sucker Joey."

"No," Joey said, pain clearly etched in his voice, "not my mother!"

"Nobody has to know nothing, Joey, long as you cooperate."

"I already asked you. What do you want to keep your fuckin' mouth shut?"

Javier leaned against Sharyn's car, his only mode of transportation, with a smug look plastered on his face. "Couple of nights from now's gonna be a party at my crib. Sharyn and the baby, they be stayin' at your mamma's for the night. They goin' to some movie or somethin', I dunno. Me, I be havin' some of my boys over. And you."

"For what?" Joey retorted, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Well, while we be enjoyin' some smoke, drinkin' some beers, playin' some poker you, Joey, are gonna be the entertainment."

"Wh-what do I have to do?" Joey stammered, a cold chill crawling up his spine and gripping him at the base of his thick neck.

A wide smile broke out across Javier's face. "So glad you asked. I been playin' this out in my head, something like a movie, for days now. Here's how it's gonna go down..."

Javier lounges on his sofa, feet propped up on the cluttered coffee table, his eyes fixed on the clock mounted to the adjacent wall. It is ten minutes past seven and Joey Giagianno is late for his appointment. It crosses the thug's mind that the ignorant jock isn't merely late, he has blatantly failed to meet Javier's demands. Javier can't fathom how Joey could not have taken him seriously. He has no qualms about revealing Joey's extracurricular sexual activities to the rest of the family. It would give him immense pleasure to watch the muscular jock's life blow up right in his face. The wife would surely leave his ass and find herself a real man. And the family would be disgraced. Javier knows only too well how old school Italian the father, Raymond Giagianno Sr., is. He'll probably disavow his youngest son for being a closet cock sucker. Javier always knew Joey was nothing more than a dumb lug, but he wouldn't ever have believed he'd be this fucking stupid!

There is movement at the back door off the kitchen and Javier figures it is his roommate---and co-conspirator in crime---Raphael. The crazy Dominican went out to pick up a couple cases of beers for the party well over half an hour ago, so he should be getting back just about now. But nobody comes through the door. Instead there is a hesitant knock. Javier figures the dude can't handle the door with the burden of his bundle and slides off the sofa to help out his boy. He crosses the living room, passes through the swinging doors and enters the bright kitchen. Turning the knob, he's about to raze the beefy Dominican when his eyes fall on the night's prey, Joey Giagianno, standing there with his hands thrust deep in the pockets of his jeans. An evil smile forms on Javier's face, deepening the scar that runs down one cheek, and he steps aside to allow the dude to enter.

Once Joey is inside, obviously uncomfortable at being there, Javier adopts an authoritarian attitude, berating the little hunk for his tardiness. Joey mutters something about traffic, but Javier knows he was just trying to put off the inevitable. Javier allows how he doesn't like being kept waiting and inquires why Joey used the back door. Joey shrugs his big shoulders, sheepishly staring down at the kitchenette floor. Javier chides him for sneaking in the back way rather than allowing the neighbors see him willingly visiting the enemy camp. He tells Joey that, at the end of the night, he will walk right out the front door and have to make his way around the building to the back parking lot. Joey's face turns red; Javier knows the little buck is trying like hell to control his anger and secretly revels in Joey's discomfort. It is satisfying to have the upper hand with a Giagianno for a change.

Javier commands Joey to disrobe. Joey opens his mouth to argue, but Javier reaches for the plastic garbage bag resting on the counter and thrusts it out to Joey, ordering him to strip and place his clothing in the bag. Joey hesitates for a long moment before squatting down to begin untying the strings of his heavy work boots. He places the boots in the bag, followed by gray thermal socks and rises to stand there bare foot as he removes his winter coat. Javier prompts him to continue and Joey reluctantly unfastens the buttons down the front of his checkered flannel shirt, sliding it from his strong, broad shoulders and depositing it in the bag. Javier tells him to get moving, he doesn't have time for a fuckin' strip show, but in actuality he's enjoying Joey's uneasiness.

Crossing his arms at the wrists, Joey takes hold of the hem of his short-sleeved cotton T and lifts it up over his head, stowing it with the other discarded clothing. He stands there for a moment in a wide stance, heavy arms dangling at his sides. Loathe to admit it, Javier can't help but take in the admirable build of the younger dude. He's almost jealous of the work-toned muscularity of his nemesis. He determines to rough up some of that hunky beef and leave some bruises on Joey's naturally tanned, perfect flesh. His beady eyes dilate and his breath quickens as he entertains thought of pounding his fists against those swells of pectoral muscle and torturing those cherry- sized man nipples, forcing them to stay uncomfortably erect until their next session.

He observes the flatness of Joey's belly, bearing hardly an ounce of body fat and showing impressive indentations of abdominal musculature. Maybe not tonight, but in a future session, Javier will force Joey to consume gut-building beer washed down with bladders' full of warm piss until his taut belly is swollen and distended like a pregnant `ho. He'll force Joey to hold his urine until the young stud can't stand it any more and then he'll allow Joey to piss it off into one of the discarded beer bottles---probably more than one---and then force him to devour his own piss, starting the cycle all over again.

Javier suddenly realizes Joey is on to his ogling and, breaking his momentary reverie, angrily orders the muscle jock to continue stripping down. Joey's thick fingers fumble with the top button of his jeans and gingerly slide the zipper to the base of his crotch. He steps out of the jeans and curiously takes his time folding them up while Javier makes note of the strong thighs, thick knots of calf and the general masculine hairiness of Joey's legs. He envisions himself exerting his own strength to yank those wrestler's thighs apart and ram his Puerto Rican hard on straight up Joey's tight hairy ass, fucking him like an out of control jackhammer while the husky man pleads with him to stop. Javier is going to wreck that ass, make Joey have to explain to family and friends why in hell he's walking around bowl legged from here on after.

Javier's eyes fall on the bulk outlining the basket of Joey's white cotton briefs and he motions to the younger man to lose the underwear. Swallowing hard, Joey hooks his thumbs in the elastic hem and slides them down his hairy limbs, stepping out of them one foot at a time and drops them into the plastic bag. His beefy legs take a wide stance and he attempts to cover his private parts with one big paw, but Javier barks an order and Joey's arm moves over to his side. Any thoughts he'd entertained of teasing Joey about his equipment are quickly dispelled when Javier gets a look at Joey's cock and ball set. Although his might not be as long as Javier's uncut sausage, Joey's piece looks the type that plumps up to fuck worthy proportions. Maybe he can't taunt Joey's manhood, but Javier can certainly take out some of his vengeance on it. The bigger it gets the more of a target it will be when he takes to back handing it, slapping the fuck out of Joey's prod until it aches.

When he orders Joey to turn around his eyes widen and he unconsciously licks his thin lips. Joey's got the kind of ass Javier looks for in his bitches. Nothing like his sister, who has a flat skinny back side, Joey has a smooth rounded bubble butt sitting up high and proud. Javier can see, just barely, the tip of dark hairs peeking out from the deep cleft of the naked man's ass and he remembers how they felt tickling his rod as he ravaged that male pussy through the glory hole. His cock lengthens in his loose fitting jeans as he thinks about smacking those succulent ass cheeks, leaving stinging imprints from his hands on the brilliantly reddened flesh. He can almost hear Joey's deep throated cries as he punishes him before slamming his monster between those cakes and throwing him a powerful fuck.

He nods to the swinging door and follows Joey into the living room area, his eyes having a hard time tearing themselves away from the awesome ass in front of him. Javier throws himself onto the big sofa and sits low in the cushions with his legs stretched out wide in front of him. Using both hands he gropes the front of his jeans while Joey stands there nervously in front of him. He enjoys seeing the younger man's discomfiture and takes the opportunity to twist the knife even more, reminding Joey of what he has to lose by not following every one of his dictates. He unzips his jeans and fishes out his cock, stroking the length of his full hard on. Joey looks like he wants to bolt for the door, but Javier puts an end to that idea by ordering Joey to drop to his knees and service his dick. Joey appears to think about his plight for a moment before resigning himself to the situation. He crawls between Javier's wide spread legs and moves his face to within a breath from the big salchichon.

Highly aroused by Joey's obvious reluctance, Javier grips his schlong by the hairy base and whacks it against one side of his face. Joey visibly jumps, startled by the sudden movement. Javier repeats the action to the other cheek, successfully stifling the sigh of pleasure caused by the texture of Joey's early evening sandpaper cheeks against his sensitive cock flesh. He uses the palm of his hand to press his dick against Joey's face, rubbing it from one side to the other while a repulsed Joey squeezes his eyes tightly shut. He pulls the skin back to expose his dick head, puts it to Joey's sensuous, full lips and commands him to suck. Joey's long, dark lashes part and he gives Javier one last angry glance before opening his mouth and devouring the cock cap.

Quickly displeased with Joey's half-hearted attempt, in no way resembling his earlier enthusiastic cock sucking, Javier slaps him across one side of the face. Momentarily flustered, and visibly angered, Joey backs off the dick and glares at Javier. Javier knows the younger man wants to retaliate for the affront. He pointedly advises Joey to put his heart into it, because if he's not reasonably pleasured it will be Joey who suffers the repercussions. If a look was able to kill, the darts shooting from Joey's hazel eyes would pierce directly through Javier's tattooed body and exit from the back side. Nevertheless, Joey knows Javier has him by the short hairs and, unwilling to have his secret sex life revealed to his wife and family, he turns back to the prick expectantly throbbing before him.

As if to shut out the reality of the situation, Joey closes his eyes again and strikes out with his wet tongue. He takes one tentative lap at Javier's cock stalk, then another. Soon he is massaging the entire underside of Javier's formidable weapon, already making the vengeful Puerto Rican squirm. Jav's hand strikes out again and Joey, startled, looks up and across at him with a mixture of rage and confusion. Javier directs him to keep his eyes open. He wants Joey looking at him the whole time he's working his cock. Not for one moment does he want Joey to forget whose loins that hot piece is attached to.

He sneers down victoriously at the muscle jock as Joey goes back to work on his Hispanic hog. Joey's large hazel eyes squint in defiance but, nevertheless, he obediently follows Javier's rigid order and stares into the face of the blackmailing bastard as his thick tongue glides up, down and criss-crosses the heated flesh of the fully hardened penis. Javier relaxes back, rather enjoying this prelude to the evening's planned events.

It isn't long before the swipes of Joey's tongue become more deliberate and less forced. Javier knows that, despite his aversion to him, Joey is beginning to react to his own desires! He is now taking long laps along the thick cord on the underbelly of Javier's tool, his eyelids fluttering heavily every time he approaches the crest. He pauses momentarily at the base, taking a moment to chew at the root before repeating his ascent. Either the married stud has resigned himself to the situation or he is experiencing the early throes of sexual arousal. Based on the manner in which he'd devoured that same cock on two previous occasions, Javier prefers to believe that Joey is a wanton cock slut. Once he's gotten past the fact that the cock belongs to his nemesis Javier, Joey has moved on into cock sucker's nirvana.

Joey proves the point by burrowing into Javier's hefty, dangling ball sac. Without provocation he has buried his face in the juncture between Javier's thighs and is alternately chewing and sucking on the silky, hair-coated nads. Smiling with satisfaction, Javier accommodates Joey by spreading his legs wider to allow the pig easier access. While he pleasures the big churning nut bag, Joey's eye is on the cock stalk wavering before him.

A dew drop of pre-fuck juice bubbles up from between the thick gash at the crest of the ten inch tool. Javier runs a finger over it, his entire body shuddering when he touches his sensitive helmet, and gathers up some of the man goo. He shoves the same finger between Joey's lips, prompting the young stud to wash it clean. Apparently one taste is all it takes to spring Joey into action. Moving forward and planting both hands on the sofa to either side of Javier, Joey runs his tongue over the surface of the unsheathed cock head. He is instantly rewarded with another surge of pre cum, which he quickly devours. He lathes the active mushroom with long deliberate strokes, like a kid evening out the top of a slowly melting ice cream cone, and savors the more-rapidly drooling fuck slime.

Perversely satisfied that the Giagianno buck is lapping up his jizz, Javier relaxes and allows Joey to take charge for a short while. Joey takes the entire head into his mouth and savagely sucks on it. One hand tightly wraps around the hardened stalk and strokes determinedly, causing the silky foreskin to glide up and down the length of the shaft. He nibbles on the ridge of the crown and digs the tip of his tongue into the deep cock slit, coaxing out more of the tasty nectar. It was one thing knowing the identity of the cock pleaser on the other side of the glory hole wall, but to actually see his manhood buried in the face of the Giagianno stud is the ultimate reward for Javier.

Joey is confused when Javier suddenly pushes him away, rises from his place and orders Joey to take a seat on the sofa. He appears a bit doubtful when told to lean back and lift his legs, but Joey obeys. Completely exposed and feeling somewhat embarrassed, he hesitates when Javier commands that he play with his pussy. The Puerto Rican glares at him angrily, prompting Joey to move his hand down between the spread of his legs. He rubs his thick fingers over the lips of his anus and shivers when an anticipatory chill pervades his body. His big juicy nipples suddenly stand up fully erect and his thick cock is pulsating against his rippled abdomen. Under Javier's watchful gaze, Joey dips his middle finger between the folds of his tight pucker and moves it in and out with short, leisurely strokes. Javier wants another finger, and Joey hastily obliges. He fucks his ass mouth with two heavy, work calloused fingers and wraps his other hand around his heavy erection. Javier sneers wickedly as he observes Joey's masturbatory pleasuring.

But the object of the evening is not Joey's personal pleasure. Moving forward, Javier quickly grabs Joey by the juncture under his knees and pulls the muscular stud forward so that he is lying on his back, shoulders pressed low on the sofa's back and chin firmly planted to his chest. In this position, Joey's muscle ass is right at the edge of the sofa. Javier reaches for the tub of butter he'd earlier placed on the coffee table to soften and, flipping off the cover, scoops out a healthy wad of the creamy stuff. He smears it along Joey's deep, hair-lined crack. He coats his middle and index finger with more of the oleo and addresses the bull's eye. Although he tries not to give Javier any satisfaction, Joey can't help but squirm when Javier's digits worm around up inside his rectum. Javier finger fucks him with quick, deliberate jabs, all the while liberally applying more butter until Joey's canal is a slippery avenue.

Javier wraps his buttery hand around his stiff plunger, making it nice and slick, and positions himself at Joey's open ass trench. He glides his big prick along the buttery crevice and enjoys the mixed look of repulsion and desire burning from Joey's sex-heavy hazel eyes. His man meat easily penetrates the muscular jock, inch after inch sliding through Joey's gripping ring until he has successfully bottomed out inside the squirming stud. He moves his pelvis, allowing the friction from his thick bush to tickle Joey's tender man twat.

Javier shivers with excitement, enjoying the sight of his big root planted fully up the ass of muscle bound Joey Giagianno. Joey squeezes his eyes shut and grimaces when Javier slowly pulls his long meat out, making sure the stud feels every fucking inch evacuating his hole. Joey's ass lips barely have time to fold together when Javier pushes into him again, but this time the penetration is much more forceful. Joey's big brown eyes pop wide open and he emits a strangled grunt. Javier commands him to open that ass and Joey, with little other choice, attempts to comply. Grabbing hold of Joey's husky raised legs for support, Javier commences with a torrid fuck. His big plunger rails in and out of Joey's buttered up rectum, his hairy balls loudly slapping against the younger man's ass cheeks with each powerful penetration. Joey is gritting his even white teeth, his head thrashes to and fro against the sofa back and his hands grasp at the cushioning. Javier uses every bit of his stamina to drive his cock through Joey's hot bottom, desperate to fuck the brains out of the other man. After all these years he has Joey exactly where he wants him. Joey, who has looked down his nose at Javier ever since Sharyn first brought him home, has reluctantly become his bitch.

Joey's musculature becomes even more pronounced as his body attempts to rail against Javier's fevered fucking. Inasmuch as Joey appears to resist, Javier suspects the cock hound is secretly enjoying having the big dick he adored at the glory hole ravaging his hairy male pussy. To further degrade Joey Javier begins spewing a series of obscenities. He is pleased when he sees that he is inciting Joey's anger and eliciting a response. With his brows wrinkled in a frown, Joey hurls back some pointed words to Javier without realizing it is exactly the response the sadistic Puerto Rican craves. Javier responds by flexing his slim hips and hurdles his uncut weapon through Joey's fuck track with reckless abandon. With the wind knocked out of him, Joey is instantly silenced.

A sudden movement from the kitchen area prompts Javier to look over his shoulder. The swinging door is pushed open and Raphael, his room mate, enters the main room. A smile flashes across his Dominican face when he sees Javier throwing the rocks to the muscle clad buck on the sofa. Javier introduces Joey as the entertainment for the evening and Raphael steps in for a closer look. Surprisingly, he recognizes Joey from the one time the Giagianno stud dropped his sister off at the apartment complex. Raphael was hoping for some tits with his ass this evening and shares this thought, but Javier assures him that Joey is an accomplished and accommodating fuck. Knowing of the animosity between these two Raphael easily figures out Javier's game and quickly decides to comply with his buddy's whim. His big dark hand folds over his basket and he massages the mound growing there.

Joey's face is flushed, partly from the unrelenting force of Javier's fuck thrusts and partly from sheer embarrassment. He's heard mention of Raphael, the crazy Dominican, from his sister when forced to listen to the events of her sorry life. Although Raphael has seen him, from a distance, this is Joey's first real introduction to the other man. Joey quickly sizes up a short, stocky man with a shaved head who could easily be mistaken for a defensive player in any football club. He has a wide toothy smile and a mischievous glint in his large dark eyes. As Joey watches, Raphael undoes the front of his oversized jeans and allows them to fall to the floor around his ankles. He fishes around inside the front of his loose boxers and hauls out his rapidly expanding penis. Joey gets a good look at the Dominican's cock, much darker than Javier's cinnamon hued piece. It is not nearly as long as Javier's big boy, possibly seven inches at is maximum, but the fucker has plumped up to an impressive width.

Raphael gives Javier a friendly shove and Javier grinds his dick around deep inside Joey's hole before evacuating the heated chasm. He steps to the side and allows Raphael to move into place. Raphael spits a glob of saliva onto his fat salami and coats it with a few strokes of his hand before directing it to the pouting ass hole splayed out invitingly in front of him. Despite his hopeless position, Joey finds it necessary to offer some sort of protest. He plants one bare foot against Raphael's chest and half heartedly attempts to push him away, but Raphael easily grabs Joey's leg and moves it. Pleased by Joey's resistance, Javier nonetheless reminds him of the alternative if he fails to cooperate.

Raphael rubs the crown of his cut member against the quivering lips of the fuck hole and then, without further introduction, stuffs his dark meat into Joey's ass. Joey's head shoots up and he lets out a long groan from the sensation of the thick cock stretching his insides as it fills him completely. Wasting little time, Raphael goes into full fuck mode shoving his Dominican beauty up the young muscle stud's asshole. He lunges forward with all his might, plowing his beef steak through Joey's clamping ring muscle and impales him with every swollen inch. He can feel the tight grip of the hot muscle jock's ass grasping him, enticing his prick to surge to even greater dimensions. Joey is writhing below him and squirming on the sofa from the hard fuck, his handsome face gleaming with sweat. Raphael has an almost insane look in his eyes and the toothy smile never leaves his face. He is chuckling as he fucks Joey and, for the first time, the younger man realizes why Raphael is referred to as "that crazy Dominican."

Raphael's thrusts never vary, they are deep and quick. He sinks his fat cock deep into Joey, then yanks it nearly out of the grasping ass. As the fucking accelerates seminal fluid begins oozing from the fat helmet of Joey's cock and pools on his rippled abdomen. Raphael has fucked enough bitches to know when they like it and he can see that, much as he tries to pretend otherwise, Joey is into the fuck. And little wonder. Raphael's chubby is gliding over that little button up inside him that drives Joey absofuckinglutely crazy. He can never figure out exactly what it is, but it sure feels fantastic, regardless of whomever might be the one pressing the trigger.

As Raphael takes Joey's ass Javier retrieves the digital camera he lifted this past summer from an unsuspecting beachgoer and snaps a series of pictures. He makes sure to get Joey's face in every shot. He is uncertain if Joey is aware of the intrusion. Even if the Giagianno lad is opposed, there is little he can do to stop the photo shoot. Javier wants to have lots of pictures of Joey engaged in man sex---the more to blackmail him with. Raphael, on the other hand, could care less about appearing in the pics. In fact, it seems to turn him on even more knowing the fuck session is being immortalized. Javier has to shake his head in wonder; Raphael truly is a wild, carefree man. The enjoyment he's getting out of fucking Joey is etched all over his insanely smiling face.

All at once Raphael's breathing is coming in short hard gasps and his body is wracked by tiny convulsions. His mouth falls open and his head is thrown back so that he is looking up at, but not seeing, the ceiling. With a deep, guttural moan he unleashes his cum load deep inside Joey's bowels. His body quivers with one spasm after another until he is entirely spent. He breaks out into laughter and leans down to rub his hands over Joey's pectoral mounds and tweak those swollen nipples before pulling his dick from the sweet fuck hole. He does a little victorious dance there with his slowly deflating cock still sticking out from the front of his boxers and shares a fist bump with Javier.

His love hole abandoned, still horny and unsatisfied, Joey takes to stroking his cock with both hands. His thick hairy legs are still raised, exposing his well fucked hole. Javier takes a few shots of this decadent vision, thinking the entire while how hot it will all look downloaded to the internet. He allows Joey only a few moments of self gratification before slapping his hands away and ordering the stud off the sofa and under the card table set up in the center of the room. Joey looks at him stupidly, not understanding what Javier is up to now. Javier grabs him by the scruff of the neck and pushes him in the direction of the table. Like a trained dog, Joey gets down on all fours and crawls under the table. He sits there obediently, watching the other two men move about the room making further preparations. Every now and then one or the other of them squats down to look under the table and taunt him.

It is nearly twenty minutes before the door bell chimes. Javier admits three arrivals who, obvious by their greetings, are friends. Joey, feeling extremely vulnerable under the table, can't get a really good look at any of them. They come into the living room area and instantly see the muscle hunk huddled there under the table. All squat down for a look and Javier introduces Joey as his pussy boy. There are hoots and hollers from the other three. Shamed, Joey thankfully fails to recognize any of them---nor they him. They are all Puerto Rican, same as Javier, and just about his age. They taunt and tease him and Javier further degrades him by revealing to his boys that Joey is freshly fucked. Joey wants nothing more than to lurch up from under the table and put his fists to work but, fearful of the retaliation from Javier, manages to hold his anger in check.

The doorbell rings again and Javier goes to answer it while Raphael passes around some beers. Swallowing hard, and wishing he could crawl under the carpeting, Joey observes two more guests come through the door. There is the slapping of hands and exchanging of pleasantries before the new arrivals are introduced to the stud under the table. Joey sheepishly looks into the faces of two black men, one somewhere in his late twenties and the other significantly older. The two get a good chuckle out of Joey huddled there buck naked under the table before rising to converse with the others. The younger black man introduces his father, hoping Javier doesn't mind him having brought him along. Javier has no problem with it at all; it's one more cock for his dog to service.

As the group converses Joey quickly gathers that the entire lot is little more than a bunch of thugs, much like their host. He also learns that the older black man is recently released from prison and staying with his son. Joey is entirely uncomfortable in their company; these are not the types of people he associates with on a normal basis. Javier has gotten his wish: Joey is completely humiliated and shamed. The bastard has won. Joey is about to eat crow, crawl out from under the table in front of the gathering and, with tongue firmly planted in cheek, apologize to Javier for treating him like less than family and promise not to interfere in the future. Hopefully, this will satisfy the sleazy Puerto Rican.

But Joey's chance is stolen when all the men converge on the table and begin taking a seat. He watches as one chair after another is pulled out and occupied, long legs filling out the space he occupies. Soon he is crammed into the area, all those legs of the seven men pretty much restricting his movement. Some of their feet accidentally strike his body and he tries to move about to avoid them, but there is no where for him to go. He hears their chatter. Raphael leans back on his chair to look under the table with his wide, toothy grin and asks how he's doing under there. Joey feels trapped. He can hear the shuffling of cards and deduces the group is about to begin their poker game. A sudden scent assails his nostrils, a strong aroma, and Joey knows a marijuana joint is being passed around the table. He looks over his shoulder, to one side then the other, attempting to find an avenue of escape. A movement directly in front of him captures his attention and he sees the hand reaching down, a fat cigar of dope held between thumb and index finger. His breath catches in his throat.

Suddenly the chair slides back a bit and the inhabitant cocks his head to look down at Joey. It is Javier. Javier holds out the joint to him and tells him to take a puff. Joey shakes his head from side to side. An angry look crosses Javier's face and he kicks his sneaker clad foot out at the muscle jock, catching him in the ribs. He repeats his request and Joey hesitantly crawls forward. Looking up at Javier with all the hatred he can muster, he lifts his head and allows the hood rat to place the cigar between his lips. Joey pretends to inhale, but Javier is not fooled. His hand lashes out to slap Joey across the face and commands that he take a long, deep drag. With little other choice, Joey finally does as demanded of him. Javier waits while Joey holds the smoke deep in his lungs and smiles his satisfaction when Joey finally exhales. He then diverts his attention back to his homies.

Joey feels the effect of the demon weed almost immediately. The voices of the other men seem to be coming from far away and he has difficulty concentrating on what they are saying. His mind is clouded, but the drug has served to ease the tenseness of his seemingly helpless situation. He is unable to gauge the passing of time, huddled there under the table in a stoned stupor while the group play their game of cards.

A click captures his attention and Joey looks across again at Javier's seat. The sleazy Puerto Rican's hand is under the table between his slightly spread thighs and he is snapping his fingers. Joey's glazed eyes focus and he suddenly realizes that Javier has unfastened his fly and his limp cock and balls are hanging out and resting on the chair. Javier snaps his fingers again and motions for Joey to come nearer. His mind muddled, it takes Joey a moment to process exactly what Javier desires. He crawls on hands and knees to rest at Javier's feet and takes stock of the other man's penis. Brown and cinnamon-hued foreskin covers the dick head, creating a wrinkled-looking pouch. Joey eyes the uncut python, tracing the thick veins pulsing under the surface of the meaty girth. Joey licks his thick sensual lips, his horny desires fueled by the cannabis. He runs one hand over his pumped pectorals, down his tight abdomen and reaches for his own cock. He is dumbfounded to discover it fully erect; he hadn't even realized he'd achieved a hard-on! Sexed up and unable to stop himself, Joey's head moves in between Javier's thighs and his tongue takes a long, wet swipe at the beautiful beast before concentrating on the hidden head.

With a feverish sense of urgency, Joey uses the tip of his tongue to burrow between the pungent folds of foreskin. The manly flavors collected there arouse him and entice Joey to lovingly chew on the meaty flesh. His tongue digs around in the secret spot and finds the treasured cock head. He laps at it, tasting the dew forming from the slash straight across the crown. Javier's shaft quickly rises, pointing up toward the underside of the table. Joey wraps one hand around the thing to guide it back to his attentive mouth and strokes the hardened length while his tongue works to slide back the glorious skin and expose the man's third eye.

Pulling down the foreskin with his wrist action, Joey licks the bulbous cock head and lets it slide deep into his mouth. His mouth waters as he sucks on at least half the Puerto Rican's length. His tongue glides over the throbbing head again and again, anxious to make it produce more of that man goo he craves. Joey's lips slide over the bronze meat, gobbling it up to the back of his throat. All the while he feverishly jerks on his own bad boy, crazed now with sex.

All the while Javier carries on his game of cards, pretending to ignore what is going on under the table. But Joey's mouth is like a cunt with a tongue, teasing the most sensitive part of him, and he can't prevent the way his body reacts. When Joey suddenly goes all the way down on him, burying his prick in his throat, Javier's eyes roll upward and he throws back his head with a hearty sigh. Throwing a grin at his buddies, Javier confesses to the fact that Joey is eating his pork. There is good natured laughter and a few congratulatory fist bumps while some skeptics take a peek under the table for affirmation and observe Joey gorging himself on dick. Several of the men absently grope their own crotches while they reach for another beer and resume their card game.

Unhindered by the gathering's knowledge of his shameful actions, Joey deep throats Javier with wild abandon. The big prick slip slides in and out of his throat. He is hardly aware that he is snorting like a pig, his nostrils flared widely and saliva gushing from the corners of his overstuffed mouth. The cock feels awesome in his mouth and he feels fortunate to be able to worship it. Deep down he knows it is the fucking dope making him act like this---be a willing slut for Javier---but he no longer cares. He will gladly spend the rest of the night on his knees under that table servicing Javier.

He feels something prodding at his ass and, unwilling to unclog his throat, reaches back to spread his glorious buttocks. A sneaker covered foot is probing the length of his ass ditch and concentrating on his wink hole. Sexual electricity courses through Joey's entire body, causing him to shudder. He hears the snap of fingers again and reluctantly unloads his mouth to look over his shoulder. The man booting his ass has his cock out and he's commanding Joey to come take care of it. Joey turns back to Javier and gives him another generous lick, collecting up some of his leaking seminal fluids, before turning his body around and crawling over to answer the other man's call.

Joey instantly recognizes Raphael's fat fucker. He takes it inside his mouth and begins to suck on it. In less than a minute Raphael is boned up. Joey's lips are stretched wide around the bloated girth and he begins to bob his head up and down, taking the thick cock from head to root. Each time he swallows it whole, his nose firmly pressed into Raphael's aromatic bush, the bulbous knob lodges in his throat. But, pro that he has become, Joey fails to gag. Instead, he lets it rest there for a moment while his tongue caresses the hairy root.

From the corner of his eye he sees the man to his left unzip his jeans and haul out his prize. He quickly deduces that it is one of Javier's Puerto Rican homies. As Joey ravenously sucks on Raphael's jaw breaker he watches the dude stroke himself to hardness. The cock is not as sizeable as the one in his mouth, possibly six inches at most, but there is an abundant amount of foreskin gliding over the shaft as the Rican jerks it. Joey hastily abandons Raphael's fuck stalk and scrambles over to this new piece. He eyes the dark foreskin which bunches up over the head with each upstroke and reaches out to take hold of the cock. The Rican releases his hold and allows Joey to take over.

With his fist tightly wrapped around the shaft, Joey fists the skin upward so that it covers the cock head and leans in to nibble on the excess flesh. He takes it between his teeth and pulls on it, amazed at its elasticity. His tongue dives between the folds of skin, searching deeper and deeper, figuring there must be at least two inches of the stuff covering the dome. He tickles the crown with the tip of his tongue, swiping it across the piss gash. It tastes funky inside the Rican's foreskin, something like cheese on a hoagie, but Joey is not repulsed. His tongue washes out the funnel he's created. When he's had his fill of the man's cock skin Joey peels it down and goes to work on the mushroom. In no time at all he is rewarded by the salty, wet taste of pre-cum. Joey engulfs the cock with his mouth. The six inches is just enough to fill his face hole. Joey buries his face in the hood's crotch and nosily slurps on the rigid meat. The Rican shifts in his chair and lets out a satisfied moan. Joey can hear the other men egging him on but he is oblivious to their taunting. All he cares about is the cock leaking heavily in his mouth.

With his lips locked around the base of this hood's pussy pleaser Joey stretches out a heavily muscled arm and gropes the basket of the dude next to him. This man quickly provides Joey with easier access by unzipping and releasing his stiffening meat. Joey gets an eyeful of a healthy seven to eight inches of cut beauty. Just as the first Rican's balls are drawing up and he is close to blowing his load, Joey pulls himself away from the cock and gives his complete attention to this new one.

Joey sucks inch after inch of Latino cock deep into his throat. He gives the shaft all of his attention with an expert tongue while he glides his nose back and forth across the smooth surface of the guy's recently shaved crotch, inhaling his manly scents. This Latino is the first to show his appreciation. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in Joey's thick, semi-longish hair before wrapping his hands against the back of Joey's bull's neck and locking him into place. Joey snorts into the Latino's crotch, sucking oxygen through his nostrils while the sweet-tasting cock rumbles deep down in his throat. He milks it for all it's worth, conscious of the rich male honey leaking straight down his cramped esophagus. Then, just as he senses the cock coming close to eruption, Joey wrestles free of the man's grip and turns his attentions back to the uncut piece of his buddy. He gobbles it up like a hungry animal; grunting, groaning and slobbering over the smaller dick. He sucks on the randy piece of meat engulfed by his hot mouth until he becomes hungry for another taste of the nearby eight incher. Joey goes back and forth between the two, working them to the brink of orgasm but purposely failing to bring either of them off.

Javier peeks under the table every now and again and smiles his satisfaction. He's not sure if it's the marijuana stripping away Joey's inhibitions, but the Giagianno buck is going for all the dick he can get. Kind of like a kid in a candy store. Certain that Joey is now oblivious to any conversation he brags to his buddies about his conquest---the cock hungry jock under the table. He tells them the story of his future brother-in-law, a supposedly straight and macho construction worker, who leaves his pretty little wife at home while he sucks dick through a glory hole out at the nearby titty bar. He luxuriates in revealing how Joey publicly loathes him, yet privately goes ballistic for his big Latino schlong. He fails to mention his smarmy blackmailing scheme, allowing the men to believe Joey a willing participant in tonight's debauchery. For Juan, the 24- year-old Hispanic whose uncut chorizo is being taken all the way to the base, Joey's enthusiasm is unquestioned.

So absorbed is he by the two Rican dicks that Joey nearly forgets there are others awaiting his attention. As if his dim bulb had just flared brightly, Joey looks behind himself and sees one of the other men hard, exposed and stroking. His eyes widening, he shifts his body about in the cramped area under the table and scurries over to take his place between this man's leg. The cock is absolutely breathtaking! A dark chocolate brown, it appears to be slightly larger than the eight inch Latino's, and somewhat thicker with angry veins pulsing heavily just beneath its slick surface. The crown is smooth, shiny and makes Joey's mouth water in anticipation. He uses his big hands to push the man's thighs wider apart and takes notice of the big purplish nuts hanging there, their surface covered with gray hairs. Although never an honor roll student, it doesn't take Joey much to figure this is the oldest man in the bunch, the ex-con.

Joey lunges, licking at and sucking on the heavy sac, desperately trying to get both orbs into his mouth at the same time. The black man scoots closer to the edge of his seat to create easier access. Joey bathes the succulent scrotum with warm saliva, rolling his tongue over the dangling pouch. He makes all sorts of guttural sounds while he chews on the man-sized balls. Their owner is obviously enjoying the treatment he's being given, judging by the way his legs spread wider as he lowers himself in the seat and thrusts his groin out for Joey's enjoyment.

Saliva literally pours from Joey's puffy lips when he dislodges the tasty ball bag. His tongue slides up the heavily veined chocolate shaft and flicks the bundle of nerves just under the base of the crown, causing the man to scoot his ass around in the chair. Joey's mouth completely engulfs the large purple head. He hears the man moan when his enthusiastic tongue runs back and forth across the surface of the heated helmet and wonders if this is the dude's first blow job. Joey can feel the wide piss slit expanding and contracting under his tongue. He probes into it with just the tip and the man lets out a hearty whimper. The other guys razz him and the black dude tells them, through his labored breathing, that it's been a long time since he's had a mouth on his cock. From the amount of pre-cum now freely flowing from his cock lips, it is easy for Joey to believe his confession. He washes the tasty seminal fluids around in his mouth, savoring their intoxicating flavors, before swallowing them down into his belly.

The man places his big black hand on Joey's head, urging him to go down on his sex tool. Needing little encouragement, Joey's lips work their way down the pulsating shaft until the head hits the back of his throat. He feverishly licks and sucks on the dark meat, one hand stroking the remainder of the shaft while his other toys with the man's sweaty balls. The man is groaning loudly, uttering all sorts of obscenities, and bucking around in the chair. Joey fears it won't take the man long to blow his wad; he's thoroughly enjoying pigging out on the black man's beef. He widens his jaws to full capacity and swallows the fruit-sized cock head clear down his throat. His nose is buried in a bristly gray bush which smells faintly of sweat and his throat is milking the length of the shaft, coaxing the cream to rise up and reward him. He thinks the man has had a heart attack--- or at the very least a stroke---because he has suddenly become rigid. Joey is relieved when the man emits a strangled sigh and reveals to the crowd that the cock sucker is deep throating him. He's amazed Joey has devoured his entire cock!

Seated next to his father, the son has had all he can take of this second hand reporting and is anxious for some of his own. He fumbles with the front of his jeans, finally managing to slide both them and his underwear down around his ankles. Joey watches from the corner of his eyes while he struggles to breathe through his nose, refusing to get off the black daddy's prong. But what he sees rising hard and proud from the other guy's loins is enough to make him take pause. It is much darker than the father's. Awestruck, Joey observes as it thickens before his wondrous eyes. The thick vein running along the underside visibly pulses as the cock continues to lengthen and plump up. At full mast it is nearly as large as Javier's ten inches and possibly double the thickness!

Daddy dick slides out of Joey's mouth and is quickly abandoned for this new wonder. Joey scoots over, covers the plum-sized head with his mouth, and swallows. The dark plum clogs his throat and Joey gags, but he is determined. Tears work their way from the corners of his eyes as he fights the reflex and forces more cock into his throat. His lips are stretched wide and threatening to split at the sides, yet Joey prevails. He shoves his face down on the strong column of man flesh and feels the dick glide further down his throat. There is no stopping him now. He swallows, he lunges, he swallows again.and doesn't rest until the entirety of the beast is consumed.

The younger black man lets out a satisfied whoop, declaring that no one's ever been able to take all of him before. Javier looks under the table and shakes his head, although he's secretly pleased by Joey's descent into degradation. Snot is dripping from the muscle jock's flared nostrils, saliva is leaking from the corners of his mouth and his neck is bulging from the girth of its burden. Realizing the merits of such a moment in his blackmail diary, Javier snatches his camera and takes several shots from under the table. Joey looks over at him but he's like a dog who won't let go of its bone. Javier lifts his head, but not before congratulating Joey's cooperation, and sparks up another joint.

Applying massive suction, Joey pulls himself off the gigantic dong and takes a few deep breaths before impaling himself on it again. Each time it becomes easier to slide the colossal cock down his stretched-out throat. The plunging becomes faster and faster until Joey is bobbing up and down on the entire length of the dark chocolate rod. The steely prick pulses wickedly as it slides in and out of Joey's slobbering mouth, its pronounced veins obscenely bulging. The black son's hips are moving to the rhythm of Joey's cock attack, grinding and probing into his farthest depths when devoured whole. No longer under the table, not even in his sister's apartment, Joey has disappeared into a place where it is just him and this delicious, desirable slab of maleness. Occasionally his head bangs against the bottom of the table, so intense is his deep throating, and momentarily brings him back to reality. But Joey hardly seems to care. His only concern is the strong cock coursing over his lips and fucking his throat.

Joey can go on all night servicing this big black log, but a sudden kick to his back legs makes him take cause. It is Javier, reminding him that he's forgotten about Tito. Confused, not knowing who in fuck Tito is, Joey goes back to munching on chocolate schlong. But Javier gives him another kick and this time his face is under the table, looking somewhat perturbed. Joey creases an angry brow and Javier points to a spot at his right. Still cock stuffed, Joey glances over and sees another guest---one he hasn't yet sampled. The dude's dick is out and rock hard and he's frantically stroking it. The guy has pudgy fingers---and an even pudgier dick. There might not be much in length, Joey assesses it at about five and a half inches, but the girth makes for a nice mouthful.

Reluctantly giving up big blackie for the moment, but not wanting to defy Javier, Joey scuffles over to this long-neglected dick. Its owner becomes excited the moment he feels Joey's hot breath wash over his naked piece. Before he has a moment to process what is happening Joey has sloppily devoured him whole. He feels the warmth of Joey's mouth pressing around his erection, the tongue slithering all over his shaft and shamelessly caressing his head. He moans an "ah, papi" and is instantly putty in Joey's hands. Joey hastily establishes a suck rhythm. He goes up and down on the Rican's fuck pole, his neck twisting to and fro attacking it from alternating angles. His tongue glides all over the squat, fat thing, bringing its owner much pleasure. He tastes the juices bubbling up from the top of the head and relishes in their rich flavor. Short or huge, cock is cock, and Joey is not one to discriminate. He treats this cock with as much respect and admiration as he has the father and son, who are impatiently waiting for more action.

Joey brings the pudgy Rican to the brink of orgasm before sliding away and reintroducing himself to the foreskinned Latino. Then it is on to Raphael. Then back to the hung black men. Joey goes round and round under the table, sampling one dick after another. None ever go limp, he doesn't allow them to. There are seven cocks hard, ready and at his disposal. He is desperate to wallow in their cum, but fearful the party will end once they unload. The only cock he seems to avoid is the one belonging to Javier. But Javier easily gains his attention with a snap of his fingers or a kick to his shins. And once Joey's mouth is filled with Javier's uncut meat he can't help but remember how much he craved it at the glory hole, and he treats it as well as all the other pricks under the table.

He is slobbering over the eight inch meat of one Latino when hands suddenly grasp his ankles and someone is yanking him across the carpeting. Joey rolls over onto his back, instinctively kicking out at the intruder. He sees dark hands grasp him again and yank him out from under the table. Joey barely has time to think before another pair of hands joins forces with the black man to lift him from the floor and toss him across the surface of the table. Beer bottles scatter and cards are swiped aside. Strong hands grab his legs again, lifting and spreading them wide. Joey peers through the V of his hairy thighs and sees the older, gray-haired African-American man. There is a desperate look etched on the man's face which almost frightens Joey. He mumbles something about not having pussy for years in lock up and then his dick head is kissing Joey's ass lips. With one strong, savage thrust he buries himself in Joey's male pussy.

Joey grimaces. Clenching his teeth, he throws back his head and squeezes his eyes shut at the initial and abrupt anal intrusion. The black senior is pumping his groin against Joey's open ass, each thrust harder and more forceful than the last. In short order Joey has become responsive to the powerful fuck. He lifts one muscular arm to place a hand behind his head and gropes his hard on with the other while he looks across at the beast plowing his man hole. There is a look of savagery on the ex-con's face as he mercilessly fucks younger Joey, anxious to make up for lost time. Moving in for a closer view, Javier is awestruck by the scene. Cajoling Joey is no longer necessary; the former jock is obviously enjoying the rabid fuck. Stroking his own erection, Javier captures the randy images on his stolen camera.

Sweat breaks out over Joey's form, making his musculature even more pronounced. The black daddy is also showing signs of his exertion. Beads of perspiration drip form his forehead and the armpits of his shirt become noticeably damp. Still he prevails in pounding Joey's hairy pussy. Dumb jock Joey still hasn't grasped the concept of a prostate muscle, all he knows is that the black cock is pressing that little button up inside him that feels so fucking good and makes him want to shoot his wad.

The black man's entire body begins to tremble. His eyes roll up in his head and he utters a loud, mournful wail as he unloads his rocket into Joey's clutching guts. The force of his orgasm is so powerful that he stumbles forward, nearly falling atop the muscle hunk's prone body. Reluctantly he withdraws his fuck stick from the warm, loving depths of Joey's fuck hole and throws himself exhausted onto the sofa where he attempts to capture his breath.

Joey's ass has little time to recoup. Raphael quickly steps into place and sinks his plump seven incher between Joey's pussy lips. He begins to roughly thrust his Dominican beauty into the hot and moist tunnel just vacated by the older black man. He feels the taut ass ring grasping his man root, making for a nice tight fuck. Raphael has had his go at this free piece of ass little more than an hour ago, yet he fucks the hunk with the adventurousness of the first time. Joey grunts each time his cum-soaked guts are filled to capacity and does his best to buck back into each determined assault.

The veins at Raphael's temples bulge obscenely and his head snaps from side to side at the onslaught of his rapidly approaching orgasm. Huffing and puffing violently, his eyes go wide and he unleashes his second load of the evening into Joey's heated oven. When he has regained some of his stamina he releases a loud, boisterous belly laugh. Grinning from ear to ear he slowly pulls his cock from Joey's love hole. Joey's ass clutches around the departing member, as if unwilling to let it go. Raphael assures him that they have all night to become reacquainted.

Another cock works its way into Joey's buttery ass hole, this one not as sizeable as the previous fuckers, but more than enough to work Joey's trigger. He has his first look at Juan, the Puerto Rican with the uncut member. Juan isn't a bad looking sort of dude, although he's hardly magazine cover material. His features are sharp, angular and his eyes are small and beady, peering out through sleepy-looking lids, the effect of the marijuana cigarette. There is a tuft on his chin, the dark color matching the hair growing in on a usually-shaved head. He has his bottom lip sucked in and gently bites on it for emphasis each time he stabs his cock into Joey's mushy hole. His method of fucking isn't as aggressive as the previous occupants of Joey's puss, yet it fails to yield displeasure from the power bottom.

Juan can feel the two loads of man cream washing over his cock as he churns butter in Joey's sweet male ass. He's never fucked another guy before and has to admit, if only to himself, that it sure feels good. Almost like tight virgin pussy, although Joey is obviously far from a beginner. It's also something of a mind fuck to look across and see a well-built, macho looking man writhing about on the table responding to the sensations your cock is bringing to him. Just as his balls tighten and he cums, far too soon, Juan wonders what it would feel like to have a dick plowing through his shitter.

Keeping things Hispanic, the next fucker up is the shaved crotch sporting eight healthy inches of fuck meat. The man has removed his shirt, revealing a nice, compact torso and arms revealing decent musculature. He has a spot of body hair in his pectoral cleavage matching the swirls around his deep purple nipples. This Rican has a full head of hair, slicked back into a pony tail. He sports large brown eyes and is roughly attractive, although his face is flawed by acne. A smile spreads across the man's face when he spies Joey's hot hole pulsing open and partially closing, begging to be fucked hard and deep. Willing to accommodate, the hung Puerto Rican feeds him every bit of his dick. Joey's man pussy hungrily gobbles it all up and he utters a rugged, satiated whimper. The man grasps Joey by the hips to pull him closer and begins a deep, gut busting fuck. He plows his big cock between Joey's buns of steel as though excavating for new depths. Judging by his reactions, Joey is completely turned on by this new fucker. His head flops from side to side crazily as he thrills to the ultimate pleasures of this powerful man-drill. Lifting his head from time to time, he curiously observes the other man as though watching his favorite stud performing in a porn film. In this case, however, Joey is the star of the film surrounding by seven eager co-stars.

While the strong cock pistons in and out of Joey's clutching rectum, Javier moves to the opposite side, strips himself nude and steps up on to the table. Placing his feet to either side of Joey, he straddles the bucking bronco and squats down to lower his ass onto Joey's face. Joey makes a feeble attempt at protest, his words garbled by the ripe male butt covering his mouth. He grabs each buttock as if to thrust Javier aside, but his efforts only serve to spread the hair-lined crevice wider. Accepting defeat, Joey begins to lap at the ass lips of his sworn enemy and soon is working his tongue up into his shitter. Javier wastes little time in announcing to the others that Joey is tonguing out his ass hole, resulting in a loud clamor of cheers and clapping from the others.

The powerfully ridged muscles across Joey's abdomen ripple and stand out in bold relief as the cock thrusts even harder into his steamy chasm. The Rican roughly shoves his hips forward, slamming into Joey with an almost reckless abandon. With the big dick plunging in and out of his nether regions Joey growls up into Javier's ass hole. Javier rides Joey's face while his buddy slaps his loins into the ravaged pussy. The Italian buck, with a mixture of his own Hispanic heritage, is being treated like a whore---and is obviously treasuring every moment of it.

Javier nearly loses it when Joey begins panting heatedly into his hole. He observes the muscles along Joey's arms and legs suddenly bulge and his chest heaves with labored breathing. Joey's garbled cry reverberates throughout Javier's rectum when his balls unload and he shoots a powerful rope of cum which smacks against Javier's bobbing dick. The second blast hits higher, finding its target on Javier's groin. The next few surges splash against Joey's chin and across his undulating torso. All the others are impressed with Joey's manly orgasm, even Javier who is using Joey's cum load as lubricant with he strokes his own meaty dick.

Joey's bucking and spasmastic chute proves to be too much for the fucking Rican, who tosses back his head with a loud bellow and busts his nut up inside the writhing stud. No sooner has he vacated the fuck hole when Joey feels another dick press its way into him. Although it doesn't sink very deep, this one is fat enough to stretch his ass lips wide. Joey figures it belongs to Tito, the pudgy dude. The head of the thing is plunging against his prostate with every stroke, keeping Joey's big dick nicely erect. Joey quickly learns that size means little when it comes to his personal pleasure. Tito is like a horny rabbit, thrusting the thing into him with remarkable energy and working his stretched ass lips. Javier rises slightly from Joey's face and, placing his hands behind Joey's head, lifts him enough so that he can see the man taking pleasure inside of him.

Tito is totally unattractive with big bug eyes, a heavy unibrow, fat squat nose and a thick jutting lower lip. Even at this distance Joey can see the black heads along his nose and chubby cheeks. The beast is huffing, puffing and sweating profusely from his exertions. Saliva drips from his gargantuan soup coolers and his double chins jiggle like gelatin. Joey attempts to hide his revulsion, concentrating instead on the cock making him feel so fucking good. He thrusts his face between Javier's hinds and begins eating him out with new determination.

Tito's stamina proves to be the least of all and, before long, he is depositing his semen into the cum dump. He falls back onto the sofa to recapture his breath, muttering something about the best piece of ass he's ever had. At the same time Javier realizes he is in danger of busting his own nut from the eager manner Joey is eating his hole. Wanting to save it for his turn at bat, Javier steps down from the table at the same time the younger black man is introducing his dark chocolate throbber to Joey's gaping love hole. It is most certainly the biggest and thickest of the bunch. Joey grimaces as it ceaselessly sinks between his battered lips and widens his slippery channel as it journeys through his rectum before finally resting deep inside his guts. A look of challenge passes between the two men before the black man begins his fuck strokes. He rides Joey long and deep, pulling nearly every inch of his black anaconda from Joey's hole before swiftly plunging it back in again. Joey lifts himself up on his elbows to watch the dark cock extricating itself from his pink hole and moves a hand down there to rub his swollen ass lips as they cling to the black monster.

The black man causes new and wild sensations in Joey that none of the other men have affected. Shoving his ass up higher, he spreads his legs as wide as possible to make for an easier target. The good looking black man smiles in appreciation, his brilliant white teeth a startling contrast to his chocolate complexion. He pulls back, thrusts again and his rod touches that secret spot which causes Joey to tremble all over. The younger man is not surprised to see pre-cum drooling from his fat knob, even though he's cum only a few minutes ago. Joey pushes his ass up against the dick every time it lunges into him, the two men's bodies crashing together at the point of impact. He is almost desperate to have it inside of him.

The man's father, tired of standing on the side lines and watching his son get all the action, grabs a fistful of Joey's hair. Forcing his head back, he shoves his cock straight down Joey's throat and begins a deep, rough face fuck. Joey is getting big black dick from both ends and loving every moment of it! One big, luscious cock pounds his well-worked hole while the other fucks hell out of his tonsils. He sucks on the cock as it plows into his face hole, tasting the remnants of his buttery ass hole while his shit chute milks the other cock barreling through his rectum. Father and son look across Joey's undulating sweat-soaked body at each other, aroused by the look of wanton sex gleaming in each other's eyes.

Father observes the look of approaching orgasm overtaking his son. He has seen his son through many things in the years they have shared, but this is an all new experience. He carefully notices the changes overtaking his off spring in those final moments before he blasts Joey full of his cream. Seeing his son get off is more than he can bear and, before the younger black man has finished his cum, daddy is blasting a load straight down Joey's gullet. With their dicks still buried in Joey's used holes, the father and son wrap their arms around each other in a warm, masculine embrace. The younger one slaps his father on the back and tells his how good it is to have him home.

Having waited for the others to take their pleasure, Javier finally steps up to the plate. Fisting his big, uncut bat Javier takes note of Joey's yawning fuck hole. The combination of six other men's cum is oozing from his relaxed lips and trickling down onto the table. Javier lewdly thrusts his fingers into Joey's gaping hole and swirls them around inside the younger man before pulling out and thrusting those same fingers into Joey's mouth. Joey sucks the cum deposit from Javier's fingers, his eyes boring into those of the torturous Puerto Rican bastard. Javier seems to take pleasure in feeding Joey more of the comingled cum loads before he roughly shoves his dick into the fiery-hot fuck tunnel. He pumps his beef stick into the bowels of his victim, highly aroused by the sensations of the other men's cum loads sloshing around his dick. He's forced Joey to take six loads up his ass, with the seventh on the way. Javier shows absolutely no mercy, driving his cock into the whore's ass and making him squirm.

With his prick raging in and out of the sloppy ass hole, Javier taunts Joey with a recap of all the stud has just done---and all that he will do as the night progresses. With a look of anger on his handsome face, Joey moves to strike a fist out at the Puerto Rican but hands suddenly grasp him and hold his arms down. Pinned to the table by the other men, Joey is forced to take Javier's revenge fuck. He hates being used this way by the evil bastard, but his body responds all the same. His dick swells to its maximum, turns a deep shade of purple, and blasts out another load while Javier continues to thrust into him. Hands come out of nowhere to collect his spent cum and rub it into Joey's face. Fingers dip into his mouth and Joey willingly tastes his own cum.

And then Javier is cumming. His veins pop out in almost-comical relief and his body grows rigid in the seconds preceding his release. Javier sighs repeatedly as he blasts his wad into Joey's guts, capping off all the other men's loads. It is only after he has come down off his fuck high that he is able to pull himself away from the stud and marvel at his handiwork. He smiles confidently, knowing he has successfully broken the stud.

All ready to go again, the black ex-con shows incredible strength by throwing Joey over his shoulder and whisking him off to the bed room. Tossing Joey across the bed where Javier sleeps with his sister, the black man fucks Joey once again. When he has finished the uncut Puerto Rican takes another turn. Tito is up next, this time sitting his fat ass on Joey's face and making him do what he'd done earlier to Javier. All night long the men take their turns, some singly, some paired up. Father and son make a sandwich of Joey, both their big black dicks stuffed up his ass at the same time. By the time the rooster crows in the morning, Joey has been fucked multiple times in both orifices.

Javier tosses him his clothes and watches with masochistic delight as Joey struggles to dress himself. While the other men lay around the apartment, sleeping off the night's activities, he lets Joey out the back door. Before Joey descends the three stairs to the sidewalk he tells him that there will be another party next weekend where they will be expecting a larger crowd. Joey raises his eyes up to Javier, a silent pleading evident in his hazel orbs. Javier responds with an evil shit-eating sneer. Dejected, Joey turns and slowly makes his way to his truck, knowing he has become the other man's sex slave.

"Never! I'd never do that!" Joey snarled at Javier. "You can't make me!"

"Just the opposite, Joseph," Javier responded sarcastically. "You'll do all the shit I tell you to do from now on. If I tell you to get down on all fours and let the neighbor's German Shepherd ride your ass, you'll fuckin' do it."

Joey was filled with revulsion. "I will not!"

"Yes you will, Joseph," Javier continued, "unless you wants everybody to know 'bout your appetites down to the glory holes. You're even gonna be my best man when I decide to marry your fuckin' little sister. I been thinkin' all about the wedding night. I'm gonna slip her some "x", get her all fucked up and naked in bed. Then I'm gonna move aside and you're gonna take over. You're gonna fuck shit out of your own sister, Joseph!"

That was too much for Joey. He lunged at Javier, slamming the sleazy Puerto Rican against the car. Clutching a hand full of his jacket, Joey raised a big fist in the air to settle things for once and for all. But the sound of his name being called from behind him in a feminine voice stayed the assault.

"Here comes Sammy, cute little thing, isn't she? I'd like to fuck her. Would you like to fuck her, too, Joseph? Thanks to you, now she's gonna have all kinds of questions about why you're molesting me and shit. What you gonna say, Joseph? Shall we tell her why?"

"You sonofabitch!" Joey shouted through clenched teeth as he unhanded Javier and stepped back.

"Guys, what's going on?" Samantha asked.

"Nothing!" Joey shouted. "Get back inside the house."

"Well, obviously it's nothing," Sammy persisted. "Tracy's watching from the window and you've got her upset. And probably others are watching, too. You're lucky if someone doesn't call the police."

"Not to worry, Sammy," Javier replied good-naturedly. "Joey and I just are having a disagreement. We do that a lot, don't we, Joe?"

Joey failed to respond. His fists were clenched tight at his sides and the blood was boiling in his veins.

Sammy placed a hand on Javier's arm and motioned him away. "C'mon, Jav, let's you and me go get a drink somewhere."

"No!" Joey shouted. "Don't go anywhere with him."

"I'm a big girl, Joey. You go inside to your wife."

"I think I will have that drink," Javier said, but his eyes were on Joey. "Maybe a little conversation, too. I'll see you in a couple of days. Right, Joey?"

Joey was caught. What else could be do? If Javier told Samantha what he knew she would most certainly reveal it to Tracy. Reluctantly he forced himself to say, "Right."

"Good, Joey, very good," Javier smiled from ear to ear and slapped a hand against Joey's bicep. "I knew we could come to an understanding." Then, to Samantha, "Now how `bout that drink?"

Breathing heavily with repressed anger, Joey watched them walk across the lot to Samantha's car. As the vehicle pulled away Javier shot Joey a victorious smile and a small wave. With nostrils flaring angrily, Joey clenched and unclenched his hands. He couldn't trust Javier not to spill the beans to Samantha, especially if he had a few drinks down him. He was of a mind to hop into his pick up, follow them to the watering hole and make certain Samantha learned nothing from Javier. And then he stopped to think. He wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but Joey had enough sense to know that Javier wouldn't jeopardize the sick plan he'd just laid out. And revealing Joey's secret sex trysts would remove the power of blackmail. Still, Joey didn't like his wife's best friend socializing with the sneaky, sleazy Puerto Rican.

Dejectedly he turned toward the building and slowly made his way up the walk, thinking over in his mind how he would explain the altercation to his wife. Then he would decide how to deal with Javier. Would he truly be forced to go through with everything the sick bastard desired from him? With a lump in his throat he put his hand on the knob and stepped into the condo.

Raymond Giagianno didn't mind the chill winter temperatures. Currently, he was out in the garage buffing his prized Mustang convertible wearing a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Cathy, his wife, was in the house washing the dinner dishes while his three youngest children entertained themselves in the family room. His eldest son, sixteen-year-old R.J., was out in the backyard shed.

Ray was awfully proud of R.J., and not just because of his high school athletic achievements. R.J. had selflessly taken school nerd Charlie Fitzpatrick under his wing and was single handedly coaching the boy in weight training. At first Ray had been a little concerned; Charlie seemed a little effeminate when they first met. But a kind of change had come over Charlie since he'd been hanging around with R.J. His wiry body had beefed up a bit and was showing some signs of teenage musculature. He now wore his hair like the other teens his age and had ditched wire-rimmed eyeglasses for contact lenses. And his whole demeanor was more masculine. Heck, the kid even talked sports, although Ray could tell he was new to the scene. Ray proudly credited his son with all the improvements in the other boy.

He often thought of checking up on the two in the shed to gauge R.J.'s mentoring. From the rapid improvement in Charlie's physique, it seemed to Ray that his son might be guilty of pushing Charlie too hard. But then he decided against it. R.J. might be miffed by his father intruding on his pet project. And whatever they were doing out there didn't seem to be hurting Charlie none. Better that he keep his distance and let the boys do their own thing.

Stepping back to admire his handiwork Ray's attention was diverted to the door leading into the house. A squeaky hinge had alerted him to someone coming out there. He'd meant to oil the damned thing weeks ago and kept putting it off. A smile crossed Ray's handsome face when his younger brother, Joey, stepped into the garage.

"Joe! What you doin' here?" he asked, stepping across to take his brother in his arms for a masculine hug.

"Hey, Ray," Joey responding, averting his eyes to the cement floor.

"Joey, what's wrong?" Ray asked, taking his brother's chin in one hand and lifting his head. "You got that look like you had when you were a kid and done something wrong."

Joey looked away and released a deep sigh, unable to find the words he'd practiced all the way over to his brother's house.

Ray's big hands were on Joey's shoulders, and then one came around the back of his younger brother's neck. "Joey, dude, c'mon. You know you can tell me. I'm your brother. Somethin's wrong. Is it fuckin' Tracy again?"

Joey shook his head. "No, no. Well, not really, anyhow."

"Then what is it, bro?"

Joey took a deep breath, then let it out. "I can tell you anythin', right, Ray? And you ain't gonna get pissed at me? Right?"

"Of course, Joey," Ray said with a nervous laugh. "I love you, bro. But, wh-what did you do, Joe?"

Joey hesitated. More than anything he wanted to turn on his heel and dash out of the place. But he knew he couldn't handle Javier on his own. He needed the help of someone else. If Stosh had been in town he'd have gone to his boss and laid out the predicament, but Stosh was off in Poland on his annual family vacation. The only other person he could trust with his embarrassing problem was his beloved older brother.

Steeling himself, Joey began, "Ray, I've gotten myself into some trouble. Big trouble.."