Renowned for lingering in her frilly canopied bed on a lazy Saturday winter's morning, Tracy Kimberly McDonoghue awoke unnaturally early and slipped from beneath the comfortable warm quilt. Padding across lush, rich carpeting on bared feet, she paused at the double casement windows facing out toward the front yard of her family's home. Perky breasts poked against the flimsy material of her teddy as she raised her arms to stretch and silently yawn, effectively raising the hem to expose dainty silk bikini panties and unconsciously provide any early morning passer-by with a free flesh show. Glancing out the windows for the first time that morning, Tracy's blue eyes widened slightly when she observed the unexpected blanket of snow which had fallen overnight. No more than an inch, possibly two, it beautifully white washed the drabness of winter and created a picturesque setting for her wedding day.
Filled with apprehension, which accounted for her early rising, Tracy sighed deeply and sat down upon the window seat while she absorbed the calming winter scene. In the late afternoon hours she was to be wed to Joey Giagianno, the young man she'd been dating for the past couple of years. The entire affair had certainly not been easy going. Her Irish Catholic parents were reluctant to accept Joey, snobbishly prejudiced by his partial Puerto Rican heritage and his blue collar work background. Like any parents, they wanted more for their only daughter---preferably a young man in medical or law school. It took a great amount of time but, eventually, they warmed to Joey---primarily through the caring intervention of Tracy's older brother.
Appalled by the budget conscious wedding plans, the bride's parents cajoled the couple into allowing them to handle the arrangements. In a matter of a few weeks Tracy and Joey's simple ceremony was abolished and a much more elaborate affair was staged. Although Joey didn't seem to mind one way or the other, Tracy was ecstatic with the monumental upgrade. No longer would their reception be held at a stale old Elks Lodge; her parents had contracted an old, refurbished historic mansion and banquet hall as the site of the after-wedding party. The menu included a selection of four entrees, and also boasted a cocktail hour with an assortment of delectable hors d'oeurves. Naturally, the guest list was increased, consignment shop oufits were returned and the bride, along with her ladies in waiting, were fitted with gowns from a high priced bridal shop. Not to be outdone by her son's intended in-laws, Joey's mother joined in and ousted the tavern DJ, substituting his canned music with a fine five-piece band that played a variety of tunes. Mrs. McD personally selected tasteful floral arrangements to serve as table center pieces and decorate the already exquisite ball room.
By all reasoning, Tracy should have been excited by the forthcoming events of the day. But there was one small problem: she was not deliriously in love with the man with whom she would soon exchange sacred vows. Certainly Joey was a good-looking, hard-working guy and could keep up his end of a conversation---so long as it didn't veer away from sports or construction. And that was alright with Tracy; she was a huge sports fan as well. Attending an assortment of football, hockey and baseball games, together cheering on their favorite teams, was the highlight of the couple's dating scene. She'd so far managed to keep Joey at arm's length when it came to sex, allowing him an occasional feel of her breasts to momentarily satisfy him. Truth of the matter is that Tracy had no interest in sex, at least when it came to the male species. The idea of a filthy penis entering her vagina, condom or not, completely repulsed the young woman.
Glancing over at the bed, a bittersweet smile played across her lips as she observed the prone body still encased in the warmth of the coverings on this winter's morning. Last evening was a particularly anxious one for bride-to-be Tracy---just as the next several hours promised to be---and she was fortunate enough to have best friend, and maid of honor, Samantha (Sammy) Sullivan quite literally at her side. She and Sammy had been girl friends since the third grade, when they'd both gotten into trouble for taunting freckle-faced, pig-tailed Alison Carter. The two were practically inseparable from that point on. They had weekly sleep-overs at one or the other's home and shared everything from clothes to confidences. It was Sammy who fingered Tracy to her first orgasm and introduced her to the ultimate pleasures of receiving oral sex. Tracy rarely returned the favor; she selfishly preferred to receive.
Poised at the window seat, Tracy's fingers slipped beneath silken panties and rubbed her mound, pressing between the moist folds of her vagina and toying with the hidden clitoris. There was nothing quite so good as the way Sammy ate her, sometimes rough and lusty and other times sweet and tender, as she had last night. Sammy'd brought her off no less than three times, soft face buried in the other young woman's candy box, momentarily releasing Tracy from those pre-wedding day jitters.
It wasn't as if she didn't want to get married. Quite to the contrary, far back as she could remember Tracy dreamed of a marriage to match her own parents' loving union. She'd even envisioned the Cape Cod-style home they'd live in, complete with white picket fence in front and a nice garden for her to cultivate. Life would be like one of those old movies or television series she sometimes caught on the nostalgia cable channels, with her playing Loretta Young to her husband's Cary Grant. The true crack in the façade was that Tracy was no sweet, subservient Loretta Young; she was more similar to an independent, calculating Bette Davis. Few of the doctor and lawyer types her parents so desperately wanted for her to engage with would put up with Tracy's demanding nature. Joey, on the other hand, was like a love-struck puppy dog completely absorbed by Tracy. Quite simply, the fact that he abstained from sex until after their marriage was proof enough to the controlling young woman that she had a firm leash secured around his thick neck. Certain Joey was like a dog in heat, eagerly anticipating this very evening when her body would finally be available to him, making Tracy all the more uneasy. She hadn't lied all those time she'd claimed to be virgin and the thought of Joey's---or any man's---penis piercing her hymen caused Tracy to shift uncomfortably on the window seat.
Certainly not the brightest boy on the block, Joey wasn't really such a bad sort. Physically, if not intellectually, he complimented her. Marriage to hard-working, good-looking gullible Joey would certainly not be a hardship. Nothing more than a muscular jock with a high school mentality, he was easily manipulated by shrewish Tracy, whose freedom in this marriage was certainly guaranteed. All she had to do, after this initial night, was keep him at bay sexually and rely on the lipstick lips of Samantha to squelch her libidinous desires. It wasn't as if she herself was a dyke; the very few times she'd tried with Sammy had made her nearly as nauseous as the thought of going down on a penis. She was just one selfish, spoiled little bitch who wanted---and nearly always got---things her way. Even when it came to sex.
Shuddering with images of the forthcoming wedding night dancing across her consciousness, Tracy's hand jerked from under her panties. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she protectively enfolded them with her arms. Staring out at the beautiful, snowy landscape she marveled at its purity while secretly loathing herself for the impure, self-serving acts she would commit this day---and the innocent people she would use to achieve her end result. People like Joey and Samantha, whose only crime was in loving her.
Joey Giagianno was also a tightly wound case of nerves on the morning of his wedding, although for entirely different reasons than his intended bride. For starters, he hated the uncomfortable monkey suit his brother, and eternal best man, had just helped him don. While Ray thought his little brother looked pretty damned handsome in his tailored tux, Joey felt like a freakin' penguin. He would have much preferred his usual attire of oversized T, worn jeans and weathered Timberlands. And it certainly didn't help when his two former high school buddies, who would serve as ushers at the ceremony, came into the bedroom to tease and taunt him on his cleaned-up, pretty boy look. Brushing a strong hand through his freshly cropped, shorter hair, Joey let out a long, deep sigh of anguish and proceeded to lightly whack the lighter haired jock across the side of his face, resulting in a bout of playful punches between the three athletes.
Leaning against the door frame with arms folded across his broad chest, Ray smiled widely as he watched the boys wrestle Joey out of his pre-wedding funk. When they got a bit too frisky, tumbling across the bed in a heap of buffed male bodies, Ray stepped forward to break up the fracas. Plucking Joey out of the pile-up, he straightened the boy and brushed stray lint from his tux.
"Alright, alright," he said, good-naturedly. "Cath's gonna be pissed off if she has to press your damned clothes again! Enough of this fucking around already!"
The other young men came off the bed, rearranging their own wedding attire, snickering and still jabbing at one another.
"RAYYYYYYYYYYYY!" bellowed the voice of the missus.
Ray smiled crookedly with a hand firmly on Joey's collar. "Looks like I gotta go get dressed up in one of these damned things! Any of you guys want a soda---or a beer---they're down in the fridge." Grabbing Joey in a big, brotherly embrace, he patted the boy on his back, ruffled his hair and turned out of the room.
"Beer sounds good to me," Scott, the lighter-haired jock who'd started the earlier fracas replied. "And I gotta take a wicked piss."
"You heard my brother," Joey replied, combing his hair back into place with thick, stubby fingers. "Go help yourself, dick head."
Scott got in one more shot at Joey before dodging out of the room, calling behind himself, "Any you guys want somethin'?"
"Yeah, I want your sister!" Jackson, the darker haired athlete jokingly shouted out, resulting in a bout of laughter from all. Scott's sister was a completely unattractive, overweight and miserable divorcee in her early thirties.
"You can have her!" they heard the other youth shout as he bounded down the front stairs.
Left with Jackson in the Giagianno children's bedroom, which today had been transformed into his makeshift dressing room, Joey sidled over to the full length mirror and surveyed his reflection. Certainly he looked pretty damned good, but he wasn't one for suits and starched shirts. Jackson came up behind him and made a brushing sweep of Joey's shoulders, whisking away some stray lint.
"Can't believe you're really doing it, Joe," he commented.
"Wha? Getting married?" Joey glanced at him in the mirror as he continued to fuss with his apparel. "That's what happens, bud. You grow up, get married and have kids like your own parents did."
"Yeah but, Joe, we're not even twenty-one yet!"
"My bro was married and had a kid earlier than that," Joey informed him. "So did my Dad. When it comes to the Giagianno family, I'm the oldest one to finally get 'round to it."
"It ain't supposed to be a damned race, Joey," the muscular jock went on. "Look at me and Scotty. We're in no rush. Takin' our time to meet a bunch of different girls and enjoy our bachelorhood. Only one you've ever really known is Tracy----"
"Don't fuckin' start your shit about Tracy Kim!" Joey shot him an angry glance. He knew full well that neither of his buddies approved of Tracy who, in turn, was not particularly enamored of either one of them.
Jackson spread his hands defensively. "Whoa, Joey. Relax there, little buddy. I wasn't gonna diss Tracy, especially on your wedding day. Damn, you sure are a bundle of nerves!"
Feeling slightly embarrassed by his outburst, Joey spun around to his friend and took him in a brotherly embrace. "Sorry, dude, didn't mean to go off on you like that! Didn't figure on being so fucking nervous; thought I'd be real cool."
Smiling widely, Jackson reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and extracted a small silver flask. "Got something to help ease your nerves---and mine."
"What is it?" Joey inquired, peering at the flask.
"Te-qui-la!" Jackson enunciated each syllable for full effect as he unscrewed the top and handed it to Joey. "Here, take a swig. It'll take the edge off and calm you the fuck down."
Figuring one hit couldn't hurt, Joey took a swallow before passing the flask back to Jackson, who helped himself to a shot. The liquid burned its way down both young men's throats and a welcoming warmth exploded in their chests. Coughing, Joey shook his head wildly and with tearing eyes, shouted, "Hot Damn!"
Laughing raucously, Jackson slapped him on the back and commented, "Now don't that feel a whole hell of a lot better?"
"Fuckin-A!" Joey allowed. "But no more or I won't be able to repeat those damned marriage vows."
Turning back to the mirror and still finding himself not entirely pleased with his attire, Joey failed to notice the moment of hesitation in Jackson before the other stud spoke. "Say Joey, is that friend of yours, the curly-haired basketball champ going to be at the reception?"
"Ya mean Petie Stavros? Sure he's gonna be there," Joey responded good naturedly.
Jackson hesitated again before going on. "You know him long?"
Joey shrugged his broad shoulders. "A few years. His grandparents live next door and he used to visit 'em a lot before he went off to college to get some smarts."
Jackson was looking down at the floor nervously, rubbing his shoe against some imaginary mark on the carpeting. "You and him must be pretty tight---being you invited him to the bachelor's party and wedding and all."
"Yeah, he's a good buddy. We play basketball and stuff when he's around."
"Like---what kind of stuff?"
Furrowing a thick brow, Joey once again turned to face Jackson. "What's up with all the questions, Jacko? Why you want to know so much about Petie?"
Jackson flushed a shade of crimson and averted the other jock's eyes. "It's just----ya know, at the strip joint last week we----we wuz talkin' and stuff and like---ya know---he seemed alright---nice guy---and I was just wonderin'----"
Joey's jaw dropped as realization suddenly struck him. "He sucked your dick, didn't he?!?"
Jackson quickly glanced over at the door to the room and lowed his voice conspiratorially. "Damn it, Joey, you have to be so fuckin' loud? I don't want for Scotty to know nuthin' about this; he might think I'm queer or somethin'."
"When'd this happen?" Joey inquired, big brown eyes aglow with interest like a small child being told a particularly delightful tale.
Jackson's gaze dropped down to his shuffling feet. "At the bachelor's party last week, out in the parking lot of the strip joint."
A big grin had spread across Joey's ethnically handsome face. "I'll be damned. Fuckin' Petie just couldn't keep his hands off you." Then, as an afterthought, "Didja fuck him, too?"
"NO! Jeez, Joey, what're you sayin?!?" The dark-haired athlete, having begun to sweat, removed his jacket and placed it over the bed post.
"I'm sayin' you should have banged him. That boy's got one fine, fuckable ass!"
"H-How do you know that?" Jackson asked, astonishment evident on his face as, suddenly having difficulty breathing, he grappled with the collar of his shirt.
"Dude," Joey said, glancing over at the door and dropping his deep voice an octave, "We've been fuckin' around with each other for years. An' not just me. From the way he tells it, half his basketball team scored with him in high school. You should've gone for it, Jacko!"
"I-I can't believe this, Joe." Shaking his head, the good-looking jock ran a hand through his thick, dark hair. "I never would've thought you'd make it with another guy. Hell, I never thought I would....and like it!"
Smiling widely, Joey's eyes twinkled. "Felt real fuckin' good, didn't it Jacko?"
Jackson's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips. "Goddam Joey, I gotta tell ya, I never felt nuthin' like that before. I mean, I've had blows jobs---not a lot, but some. But shit, the way Petie sucked me off I thought I was gonna fuckin' pass out right there in that parking lot when I came. AND HE FUCKIN' ATE IT ALL! THE FUCKIN' GUY TOOK MY WHOLE LOAD IN HIS MOUTH AND GULPED IT DOWN!!! Joey, ain't nobody ever done that before. And he just kept on workin' me until my legs gave out an' I fell back against somebody's car. Even then, I think he might've kept on going if I hadn't gotten nervous about being gone so long."
Joey thought about his own prolonged absence from the main arena of the strip club that night and suddenly became aware that Jackson's story had produced a major hard-on under the cover of his tuxedo pants. He further noticed that, during the retelling of his experience, Jackson's hands had disappeared deep into his pockets, assuring Joey that the other boy was suffering the same predicament.
"So, Joey," Jackson went on, "what's the story with you? You like girls---or you like guys? And if you do it with guys, how in hell are you getting married?"
"Fuck, I like pussy same as anybody else. But Tracy ain't been puttin' out, says she wouldn't until tonight. So what the fuck was I supposed to do? Either cheat on her with some other twat---or get myself a fuck buddy."
"So Petie, he's your fuck buddy?" Jackson was all wide-eyed interest.
Joey gave him a crooked, revealing smile. "Well, actually I've got a few fuck buddies. Somebody----well somebody I know told me how a guy needs to have a fuck buddy on the side for when he can't get none at home. Guys get fuckin' horny and need to get their rocks off. And there ain't nobody like a fuck buddy who can do it for you."
"Who---who you know has himself a fuck buddy?" Jackson asked.
"Can't tell you that, dude," Joey clucked his tongue, thinking of his big brother and bi-Jon. "All's I'm saying is after I'm married I'm gonna have to settle down to one fuck buddy---and I was thinkin' of making it Petie. But I'm not definite on that---least wise, not yet."
And with that Joey stepped forward and boldly cupped the front of Jackson's trousers, man-handling the nice piece of meat throbbing beneath the material. Jackson gasped, but made no move to stop him. For a moment they stood there, an intense passion burning between them until the sound of footsteps on the staircase forced them to part. Jackson sat down heavily on the bed while Joey turned back to the mirror as Scott bounded into the room with three beers in hand.
"Sorry took so long, guys," the blond-haired hunk gushed as he passed around the cans. "Here's to us three being good buds even after Joey gets shackled with the ole ball and chain."
He failed to notice, or perhaps just did not comprehend, the knowing look which passed between the other two.
Sweet, melodic organ music wafted down from the overhead balcony in the old church as the guests slowly filtered in, escorted to their seats by the two handsome ushers, Jackson and Scott. Petie Stavros felt a wild rush of exhilaration when his family's turn in line arrived and Jackson stepped up to take Petie's grandmother's arm. The good-looking quarterback's steely blue eyes burned into Pete's as he smiled and nodded at the curly-haired Greek teen. Petie and his grandfather followed them down the aisle, with neither of the Stavros men's eyes faltering from the tuxedo tails which danced around the muscular jock's firm buttocks. As Petie claimed the aisle seat, Jackson's strong hand rested on the younger man's shoulder and gave it a good natured squeeze before he returned to his usher duties. Old Nikos Stavros observed the blissful look etched across his grandson's sweet face and reached over to pat the boy's thigh. Too quickly to be detected by the most observant eyes, the older man's hand swept down along the basketball jock's inner thigh and grazed his crotch before returning to his own lap. Looking over to his grandfather with a crooked smile, Petie first made certain his grandmother was otherwise occupied before giving the virile stud a quick wink.
The beautiful church, with its high stained glass windows and glossy wood work, filled with family members and friends. Glancing around, Petie was pleasantly surprised at the number of attractive males---many of whom he'd never seen before. Quickly scanning the bride's side of the aisle, he spotted a least a dozen studs he'd like to do---with nearly twice as many on the groom's side. Joey certainly had some hot-looking uncles and cousins on both his mother and father's side of the family, although that certainly shouldn't have come as a surprise considering how awesomely handsome both Joey and his older brother were. Cripes, even the Italian grandfather, who must have been every bit of seventy, looked good enough to eat!
A hush fell over the assembled guests as Joey, best man Ray and his two buddies, Scott and Jackson, stepped out from an ante-room to take their places at the altar. Petie's young prick sprang to life in his dress slacks as he ogled the handsome foursome, three of whom he'd already sampled. The fourth, Scott, was good-looking in his own right, with dirty-blond spiky hair, crystal blue eyes and that All-American athlete look that made Petie's much-fucked ass lips quiver with expectation. A three way between himself, Scott and Jackson, who he'd already sucked off the night of the bachelor's party, would be heavenly!
The brides maids were slowly making their way down the center aisle and, at the first strains of the familiar Wedding March, the guests rose to their feet as Tracy made her appearance in the double doorway, escorted by her rotund father. Petie couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment as the bitch milked the moment, enjoying all eyes upon her. Certainly she looked attractive enough, her shoulder-length hair swept up under the brocaded veil and an ultra-long train fanning out from behind a breathtaking lace and pearl-laden white Victorian gown. Joey looked practically awestruck as his intended bride approached the altar---Tracy'd never looked so damned good!
Old Man McDonoghue gave away his daughter and stepped back into the family pew, allowing Joey to take his place alongside the virginal bride. As the Minister began his "Dearly Beloved" spiel, Petie's attention disinterestedly wandered off and his gaze settled on dark-haired Jackson, rigidly standing there with hands crossed at his crotch. Petie's sex-crazed eyes glazed over and the marriage ceremony filtered away as he reminisced about that night nearly a week ago when he managed to lure Jackson outside of the road house where Joey's bachelor's party was taking place. The straight jock was nervous, that much was for sure, yet the obvious signals Petie had been sending him all night left no doubt as to why the younger athlete was leading him into the darkened parking lot. Jockeying around haphazardly parked trucks and cars, they made their way to a semi-secluded, back corner of the lot.
Standing in the winter moonlight, with the overfilled parking area and road house in the background, Jackson stuffed his hands into the pockets of his waist-length team jacket and shuffled his feet nervously on the gravel. "I--I aint' never done nuthin' like this before, dude."
Dropping to his knees in front of the dark-haired quarterback and unfastening the front of his jeans, Petie quietly reassured him, "Just leave everything to me." Digging inside the hefty stud's boxers, he fished out the already semi-hard prick and engulfed it with his wet mouth before the precious piece ever felt the winter cold. With his nose burrowed in the wiry thatch of pubic hair, Petie gulped down inch after inch of rapidly swelling jock cock until all eight were throbbing against the slick walls of his throat. Then, clutching at the unzipped folds of the handsome athlete's jeans, he began working the tasty rod in and out of his lusty mouth.
"Holy fuck!" Jackson groaned huskily as the cool night air played on his exposed pubes. Suddenly growing weak in the legs, he leaned back so that his muscular buttocks were propped against the car directly behind him. Thankfully, it was an old clunker not equipped with a sensor alarm. "Oh yeah, dude, suck that cock! Take the whole fuckin' thing!"
Petie slammed the hot dick down his throat, which sexily constricted around the sensitive piece. Coming back up, he face-fucked the randy cock shallowly with only the fat head inside his mouth. His even white teeth lightly scraped against the underside of the rim while he sucked, causing poor Jackson to shudder and utter a small, deeply masculine cry. His free hand wrapped around the dripping boner and stroked the rock hard meat while he gave hot lip service to the perfect mushroom cap.
Jackson's hips began moving, pumping his cock into the Greek teen's awesome suck hole. His fat dick glided over the athlete's hot, slippery tongue and slid all the way down his throat. Holding Petie by the back of the head, he fucked the curly haired cock sucker's face with long, forceful strokes. Petie was like some sort of human vacuum cleaner, sucking him straight down and creating slick friction as Jackson pulled back. Petie had managed to pull the darker haired stud's balls through the widened opening in his boxers, allowing them to hang loose and flop about in the wintry night air.
Thick, salty cock juice began to ooze from the deep gash and coat the insides of Petie's oral cavity with its intoxicating flavor. Petie swirled the delectable nectar around in his mouth, allowing it to co-mingle with his abundant saliva to offer Jackson a nicely wet head job. The huskier stud began throat fucking him with even more gusto, thoroughly aroused by the way Petie took him right down to the balls while continually sucking and snorting around his big prong. The guy loved cock, that much was for sure, and straight Jackson was completely turned on by the all-star basketball champ's trained maneuvers.
They were at it for a matter of several minutes, completely oblivious to the threat of potential departing patrons in the parking area. Petie's sensual lips were wrapped tightly around the slick shaft of the tasty cock as it rampaged in and out of his wet, warm mouth, rewarding him with a tasty trail of pre-cum across his working tongue with each pass. Jackson's goo tasted rich, like the purest of male honey, and Petie couldn't wait until it was flooding the insides of his mouth and he could freely drink from the erupting fountain. Looking upward at the good looking stud, Petie could tell it wouldn't take long. The moonlight cast a romantic glow over husky Jackson, who was chugging along like a wide-end receiver racing toward the goal from far back as the 40 yard line. With eyes tightly shut and teeth clenched together, his heavier breathing came out in short, billowing puffs as hot air met cold. Despite the chill, Petie detected a sexy sheen of perspiration forming over Jackson's handsome, macho face.
The hunkier buck let out an appreciative moan when Petie took hold of his nut sac, weighing the hefty package in the palm of his hand and toying with the bloated, cum laden nads. His cock grew even more rigid as it piston-fucked between Petie's glorious lips. Petie laid all the tightness he could on the manly fuck stick and plastered his slippery, wet tongue to the thick underside vein. Jackson's fingers were intertwined through Petie's short, curly hair, holding the younger athlete's head in place while he fucked his mouth with an increasing tempo. Feeling the sweaty scrotum tightening in his grasp, Petie massaged the hairy bag more diligently while reaching behind with his free hand to grasp a firm, quivering buttock. Jackson's ass muscles flexed wildly and his entire body seemed to suddenly shudder. With a deep, strangled shout a blast of hot semen erupted from his balls and blew clear down Petie's esophagus. The quarterback's strong legs seemed to buckle under him and he fell heavily back against the car. Thick, white streams of ball scum bolted from Jackson's cock lips, liberally scouring the insides of Petie's vacuum-pack mouth. The younger stud was going wild, his head thrashing about to and fro as he sucked on the big shooter flooding him with heady spunk. His tongue was all over the place; in fact, to Jackson, it felt like a multitude of tongues lapping along the length of his shaft, gliding over the head and probing into his cock slit, coaxing out every possible droplet of precious cum. Petie failed to let up until certain he had drained the straight buck dry.
"I do."
Those two spoken words brought Petie out of his delightful reverie and he suddenly realized he'd daydreamed throughout the entire ceremony. The Minister was pronouncing them husband and wife, Joey was lifting Tracy's veil and planting one on her lips. Petie snickered, as did several other guests, when Joey held that lip-lock just a tad too long for the church going crowd---or the bride's parents---to appreciate. As they locked hands and headed down the aisle, the assembled guests stood clapping. Rising to his feet Petie suddenly realized he was sporting a monumental hard-on. Quickly stuffing his hands deep in the pockets of his trousers to mask his condition, Petie watched the newlyweds pass. For the briefest of moments, to his obvious delight, Petie managed to catch the eye of Jackson as he escorted a bride's maid to the church exit. The sparkle in the handsome stud's eyes caused Petie to stain the front of his underwear.
Petie remained hard through the receiving line and practically popped a nut when he obligingly shook Jackson's strong hand. Containing himself on the long drive out to the reception hall proved more than young Petie could handle. While Grandma rattled away in the front passenger seat Petie, occupying the back area, positioned himself in line with the rear view mirror and, catching his grandfather's eye, began lewdly groping his engorged crotch. Swallowing hard, Stavros somehow managed to maintain control of the vehicle as Petie slowly unzipped his fly and released his sweet boy cock. It was hard as rock and leaking trails of youthful pre-cum. Nervous that the missus might turn around and see Petie in all his glory, Stavros attempted to appear calm---even though his own cock was thickening down his thigh.
Petie played the perfect tease, stroking his meat and scooping up boy juice, which he exaggeratedly licked from his fingers while maintaining eye contact with his grandfather in the mirror. The wanton slut was acting as if they were the only two in the car! His pretty mouth was hanging open while his wet tongue rolled out invitingly. His tender buttocks writhed about on the upholstery and Stavros nearly ran off the road when he observed his grandson's hand disappear into his ass cleavage. Petie was more sexed up than his grandfather could ever recall---and there was precious little he could do about it at the moment. When he got the sex monster home tonight he'd tame him---although it appeared Petie needed a strong dose of cock right now.
The invited wedding guests slowly filtered in to the stately foyer of the old pre-Revolutionary War manor, which bore little resemblance to its former self. Although each successive owner down through the years claimed it to be a historical site, the simple fact remained that there was no documented evidence to support such claim. The handsome stone structure had laid vacant for long years between residential owners, who found upkeep of the drafty old place cumbersome, each making additions and alterations which gradually eroded the originality of the building. Some claimed a President or two had slept in one of the upstairs bedrooms, an unsubstantiated rumor which still managed to arouse interest in the place. Otherwise, it would probably have fallen into decay years ago. Its current incarnation as a restaurant/banquet hall had proved moderately successful, with tours of the "restored" bedrooms available on weekends. Long-time locals scoffed at such nonsense: a bunch of old furniture shipped in from some antique shop hardly ranked the place among other historical museums.
Shopping around for suitable reception halls for their daughter, the McDonoughues were quite taken with the quaint, updated place and---with their calendar hardly booked---the struggling establishment offered a comparable price. A pleasant evening's dinner there with Tracy and Joey eventually sold them on the place---the Chef turned out to be exquisite!
Cocktail hour was a pleasant affair with open bar and a host of young, attractive servers constantly circling the high-ceilinged foyer with trays of delectable goodies and seemingly endless champagne. The crowd seemed quite relaxed and festive by they time they entered the grand ball room, an architecturally attractive area which boasted floor to ceiling windows along the back wall and four massive and exquisite crystal chandeliers. French doors led to an outside garden, running brook and old-fashioned gazebo. The band started off the evening with light melodies as the guests found their tables, many gathering around one of the two ornate bars permanently ensconced on each side of the ball room to chat and imbibe in spirits.
As middle aged hunk Jon maneuvered from bar to table with a drink in either hand---a beer for himself and a Cosmopolitan for his date---he managed to turn quite a few heads. Although forty five years of age, Jon was a breathtakingly handsome stud with thick, short dark hair, distinguished by speckles of gray at the temples, and mischievously sparkling blue eyes. His face, save for some minor creases at the edges of those eyes and across his forehead, was virtually unlined, giving him the appearance of a much younger man. Even the tailored suit he wore could not conceal the solidly packed musculature of his masculine frame, the result of rigorous daily weight training sessions. Although he had no permanent attachment, a man with Jon's smoldering sexuality and amiable personality had little trouble finding an escort for the party. His date this evening was the luscious Lana, thirty-something and recently separated from her philandering spouse. She was certainly attractive enough, albeit only moderately intellectual; just the way Jon preferred his female companions. The dark haired dame smiled widely when Jon set the cocktail before her and Jon easily noticed her ripe nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her gown, probably in anticipation of possible shenanigans after the reception. If nothing better turned up he might throw her a fuck but, glancing around the room, there appeared to be all sorts of possibilities.
Bi Jon was well aware that he wasn't the only one at their table cruising the wealth of hunky, mainly Italian and Hispanic males. Diagonally across from him at the tastefully decorated circular table, nineteen-year-old Petie Stavros' eyes were practically glazed over with sex as he eyed up all the hot beefcake. Jon had heard all the stories about how the seemingly straight young athlete was unquenchably queer for hard, juicy cock. While he personally had never taken a dip in the lad's pool, he knew Joey had been regularly banging Petie before the cutie went off to college. One of the things Jon loved about Joey was the hunk's penchant for after-sex gossip. Sculpted chest rising and falling from fuck exertion, his muscular body coated in a sheen of manly sweat and dribbles of cum oozing from the corners of his mouth, asshole or both, Joey would lie in bed throwing his arms backward to rest his head in those working man hands of his, exposing his ripe, hairy pits and bullshit. Even Jon, man-of-the-sex-world that he was, was startled---and aroused---by some of the things Joey claimed Petie had done. Having witnessed Petie sneaking out of the strip joint last week with one of Joey's school buddies in tow, Jon wondered when---and if---Petie would confess to fucking around with the handsome Jackson.
While Lana conversed with some friend of Joey's mother, who was seated beside her at the table, Jon took the opportunity to more openly appraise young Peter Stavros. No doubt about it, Petie was a fine looking specimen of teen beef. The nineteen-year-old basketball jock was almost pretty in his facial features. His smooth, unblemished face was thin and angular with classically high cheekbones, offset by unusually full and puffy lips which must prove advantageous to his cock sucking techniques. Long curled lashes framed his man-watching brown eyes which were nearly the same shade as the short, curly hair capping his head. The boy was fairly tall and slender, as Jon recalled from observing him on the basketball court, with a nicely toned and lightly muscled body. Jon's big cock began to swell in his slacks as he imagined embedding his fingers through those curls and guiding pretty Petie's head back and forth on his prominent prong.
Suddenly Jon was in the path of Petie's roving, hunting eyes, which flared widely when the teen realized the older stud had been ogling him. Cocking his head suggestively, Jon gave the Greek youth a long, come-hither look and smiled crookedly when Petie's tongue darted out to glide between his thick lips. Certainly he'd heard about Jon's prowess from Joey, same as Jon had learned about Petie's obsessive man lust from the Giagianno stud. Satisfied the boy was his for the taking, Jon returned his attention to the conversations flowing around the table, glancing every now and then back at Petie. The boy seemed to have forgotten all the other men in the room; his eyes never parted from the handsome, middle-aged hunk across the table.
In due time, with everyone finally settled, the handsome wedding party was introduced. Jackson and Scott escorted the bride's maids out to the center floor, followed by best man Ray and maid of honor Samantha. Then, to rousing cheers, the new Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Giagianno were presented to the assembly. No longer nervous, now that the ceremony was over, Joey appeared to be having himself a good time---as was the rest of the wedding party---due partly to the spirits they'd imbibed in their private party room. For the first time that evening the very attractive, full-voiced (and bosomed) female singer took her spot at the microphone and delivered the sugary sweet love song Tracy had selected for the all-important moment. The bride and groom shared their first dance, followed by the remainder of the wedding party. Jon kept his eyes on his straight buddy Ray, who cut quite a dashing figure in his tuxedo. Naturally, Jon wanted nothing more than to rip those clothes from Ray's marvelous body and devour his huge, tasty cock in one greedy gulp!
The evening's events continued with the bride's dance with her father, the groom's dance with his mom, the best man's toast and all the other usual rituals. In leisurely pace, fruit cups were replaced with salad, followed by sorbet to cleanse the palate and finally the main course was served. Four entrees, one appearing more appetizing than other, were offered to each guest by an efficient and speedy staff. Since the groom and his brother were partially Italian---and he certainly enjoyed feasting on them---Jon settled on the aromatic lasagna while his date selected baked salmon. The dish was entirely delectable as, it turned out, was everyone else's at their table. Nearly completing his meal, Jon felt the unavoidable urge to unload his bladder and quietly excused himself from the table, admonishing Tara to let no one touch his unfinished plate.
There were two rest room locations; one in an alcove off the main ball room and another in the foyer where they'd earlier enjoyed hors d'oeurves. Having earlier observed the traffic around the ball room latrine, Jon opted on the other. Normally he wouldn't have minded cruising a crowded men's room, but he wanted to get back to his table and luxuriate in those Italian sauces. Crossing the large ball room, he made his way through the huge, open double doors and traversed the virtually empty foyer. The door pushed silently inward as he entered the bright, clean and quiet space, already jockeying with his zipper for a quick pee. Unexpectedly encountering another man standing at the bank of urinals Jon hesitated for an instant, a big smile illuminating his handsome face. It was his straight fuck buddy, Ray!
Noticing the three toilet stall doors standing open, assuring their privacy, Jon greeted, "Fancy meeting you here, you hot motherfucker!"
Flashing Jon that sneaky 'Rican smile which caused the mole at the corner of his mouth to momentarily disappear, Ray countered, "Like as if it's an accident! You followed me in here, didn't you, you fuckin' horndog?"
"Damned skippy," Jon lied as he stepped up to the urinal next to his buddy, hauled out his cock and let a flow of yellow urine splash against the white porcelain. "Wanted to take a piss with the best damned man at this whole party!"
"Wedding went off real good, wouldn't you say?" Ray queried as he finished his pee and shook off his big, beautiful cock. Before he managed to tuck it away, Jon's hand shot out to grasp and squeeze the fat flesh tube while he continued relieving his own bladder.
"And just got a whole hell of a lot better," he growled seductively as he felt it already swelling in his palm.
"H-HERE!?!" Ray stuttered, turning toward his bi buddy with brown eyes big and incredulous.
"Why the fuck not? We've done it everywhere else, for crissake!" Jon cupped Ray's hairy ball bag and purposely massaged it while the man's cock rested across his wrist.
Ray grabbed hold of Jon's wrist in a feeble attempt to thwart his sexual manipulations, but Jon had a handful of Ray's white briefs and was pulling him toward a vacant stall. "I-It's my brother's wedding, man. Anybody could fuckin' come in here! My fuckin' father in law could come in here!"
Jon was grinning from ear to ear as he backed into the stall, slamming the door behind them when Ray had cleared the entrance way. Ever since the day he'd discovered the handsome stud pumping iron in his backyard shed wearing nothing more than a sweaty jock strap, Jon had been fucked by Ray in nearly every conceivable place at the most spontaneous of times. While wife Kathy was down stairs, or out in the yard, they'd fucked in the garage, out in the shed, upstairs in the marital bed and even once in the children's playhouse. He'd blown the well-hung stud high up on a ski lift, fire-side at a campground, out in a row boat whilst fishing and numerous other locations. The public rest room of a reception hall was the least risqué of their high adrenaline encounters.
"Check it out." Pressing his own well-maintained body against the muscular hunk, Jon breathed hotly into Ray's ear. "This cubicle, even the door, is flush to the floor. Why in hell you think they made these things so fuckin' private? So buddies like us could fuck, that's why."
"Must be a bitch for the clean-up crew," Ray grinned. "Alright, you horny cock sucker, a quick blow job. But that's gotta be it---'til later."
"Now you're talkin'," Jon smiled back as he flipped down the toilet cover behind him and sat, yanking Ray's trousers and briefs to his ankles in the process. "The fuck with waitin' for cutting of the cake, I'm ready for my dessert right now." That said, he leaned forward and swallowed Ray's fat, tasty prick right down to the pubic hairs. Groaning sexily while it sprang to life within his throat, Jon glanced up at his handsome fuck buddy through dreamy, lust-laden eyes. Ray's own hazel orbs had taken on a look of sexual bliss, his nostrils flaring widely and tongue repeatedly darting out to work his wet lips. Strong hands reached to unfasten the tie and first few buttons of his starched white white as he swallowed hard, his prominent Adam's apple rising and falling. Jon was now feverishly working his entire prick from head to root, slobbering and grunting as he deep-throated the massive tool. His piggish sounds were certain to give them away if anyone entered the rest room, but the thrill of discovery only served to make Ray grow even harder in the other man's mouth.
Grasping hold of Jon's head he began thrusting back against him, fucking the older stud's gaping hole. They were going at each other like testosterone-enhanced school boys in the back seat of daddy's borrowed car, racing toward orgasm when the bath room door was suddenly pushed open and the voices of two men caused them to abruptly halt in their tracks. Ray was forced to bite his lower lip while Jon's velvet throat caressed and milked his straining shaft through the nervous moment. Their eyes were fixed on one another, each half expecting the other to make an unintentional slip which would give them away. A bead of sweat broke out on Ray's strong brow when Jon's lips began to slowly work their way off his cock, his tongue swiping along the surface of the big, wet man tool. And then his hazel eyes flared widely when he recognized the voices of his father and Uncle Vito chatting while they sprayed the porcelain urinals! Ray stifled a whimper when big Jon's tongue lovingly glided over his sensitive glans and lapped up the free-flowing pre-cum. Yanking on Jon's short hair in warning, Ray flushed at the audible grunt from his cock sucking buddy which, thankfully, went unheard by the two intruders.
"Dat's both yer boys married off," Uncle Vito was saying to his brother. "Me, I still got three of the sons of bitches livin' at home feedin' offa me and drivin' me nuts!"
"Raymond and Joey ain't nuthin like that," the senior Giagianno responded. "They're both good boys. Wished I could say as much for their sister. Little bitch got herself knocked up by some wise ass Puerto Rican bastard."
Daddy would have been duly shocked had he known one of his "good" boys was secreted behind the toilet stall door with the full length of his thick ethnic cock buried to the bush in Jon's smoothly shaved face. Knowing Ray could hardly protest too much, Jon grabbed hold of the hunky stud's ass melons, digging his fingers into the hairy cleft of his ass trench, and held his fuck buddy close against him. With the entirety of the married hunk's rod madly pulsing against the confines of his wet throat, Jon worked his tongue over and around the perfectly shaped cock head.
"Joey sure picked himself a cutie, that's for sure," Uncle Vito offered.
Papa Giagianno scoffed. "Their mother was a looker when I married her; just like a fuckin' movie star. Three kids later, look at how the bitch turned out! It don't matter what the fuck they look like, what matters is the kind of woman they are. Take Ray's Cathy, she ain't all that much to look at but she's a damned fine wife and mother."
Ray was profusely perspiring, trying hard to keep hold of what little control he had left. Jon was sucking on his big meat almost as if they were alone in the damned bathroom; the sonofabitch showed no fear! He could feel the cum boiling in his sweaty ball bag, pressed up against Jon's chin as the older man expertly milked him. With the talent Jon had for making him feel like the fourth of July fireworks every time he got him off, Ray knew he'd never be able to smother his bliss at the crucial moment. But there was absolutely no getting Jon off of him! Of all the risky behavior they'd engaged in, this had to be the ultimate.
Jon thoroughly enjoyed making straight Ray sweat and was almost disappointed when the two family members finished relieving their bladders, washed up and departed. He would have loved to have brought Ray to orgasm, watching the married man attempting to stifle the accompanying gyrations while he unloaded his nut sac down Jon's sucking throat. As he resumed running his mouth back and forth, deep-throating the sexy hunk, Jon secretly hoped that more wedding guests would pay a visit to the rest room---perhaps even Ray's father-in-law---before he'd received his tasty oral rinse.
Spirits flowed and events grew even livelier following dinner hour. The lighting in the spacious room grew dimmer and more conducive to a party atmosphere as the band picked up the tempo and broke out with some dance tunes. Party guests flocked to the floor to boogey and the twin bars suddenly grew two men deep. There was a great deal of good-natured laughter as family who hadn't seen each other since the last wedding (or funeral) became reacquainted.
Jon's date, who had turned out to be quite the conversationalist, may not have noticed his prolonged absence---but there was another at the table who certainly did. Although he feigned disinterest, Petie Stavros was quite attracted to the middle-aged stud. And , after all, why shouldn't he be? Tall, dark, mature and handsome with an impressively muscular body, Jon perfectly profiled Petie's "type". The teen slut coveted a hot "daddy"---hell, he'd been fantasizing about his own father for years! Not that satisfying guys his own age disinterested him, but when it came to his own sexual gratification, Petie preferred it to be at the hands and cock of a hunky, experienced older man. Joey's uber-hot bro Ray had thrown Petie a torrid fuck from which the curly haired Greek had yet to recover---emotionally he was thoroughly "in lust" with the handsome married straight dude and his strong ethnic cock although it regrettably had turned out to be a one-time fling. Petie, sworn to secrecy over their tryst, held out seemingly unrequited hopes for a reunion one day.
Glancing out at the head table for a look at his dream fuck, Petie was disappointed to discover Ray's seat vacant. A quick inspection of the family table also failed to uncover the conspicuously absent hunky best man. Shortly later, a knowing smirk washed over Petie's cute, boyish face when Jon walked through the grand entranceway, followed a perfectly timed minute afterward by ravishing Ray.
Jon returned to the table to discover his date out on the floor guiding old Nikos Stavros through a line dance as his gracious, bemused wife looked on. Unable to resist the temptation, Petie slid out from his seat and, circling the table directly behind Jon, paused to place his hands on the good-looking man's broad shoulders and leaned to whisper in his ear.
"You really should wipe that gob of the best man's cum from the corner of your mouth before your date returns."
Jon's hand automatically shot up to his shaved face, only to discover that he had done a successful clean up prior to departing the wash room. Petie was already retreating, but glanced over his shoulder to shoot Jon a mischievous "gotcha" grin.
Refusing to be bested by the Greek whore Jon quickly rose and, seeing the others engrossed in the action on the dance floor, followed on Petie's heel. He caught up with the pretty, long-lashed athlete out in the foyer.
"Nice shot, little man," he breathed low and huskily as he staged his own sneak attack, coming up behind the youth. "Guess it takes one cock sucker to know another."
A rush of exhilaration heated Petie's trim, lightly muscled body from head to toe. Big Jon was on the sexual prowl and Petie knew he was the lucky target.
"Rumor has it you've got a hot, suckable cock," Petie ventured, almost surprised at the conversation taking place between him and the attractive bisexual in the foyer while other party goers passed them by.
"Seems like somebody's been flapping his big, beautiful jaw." Jon's breath was hot on the back of Petie's neck. "So when do you want to feast on some prime beef, boy?"
There was an angelic glow about Petie's thin, angular face as he looked out at the passers by while the hunky daddy type whispered sweet nothings against his ear. "Any time you want, stud," he answered. "I've been jealous Joey's the one getting the hottest dude around."
Unnoticed by the other guests, Jon brazenly slipped the fingers of one hand under the back of Petie's pants. The boy's eyes shot wide open, the pulse quickening in his throat as the older man groped his tight globes.
"Screw the blow job, I want to fuck this cute ass of yours," the middle aged stud declared.
"Fuck, yeah!" Petie gushed, his long-lashed eyelids fluttering dreamily to half mast.
"There's supposedly bedrooms upstairs," Jon thought out loud, recalling the history of the place. The sprawling staircase was chained off with an "exhibit closed" sign posted at mid-point, but Jon recalled these old places often had a back stairwell---unless it had been demolished in the reconstruction. Jon guessed it to be in the area of the kitchen.
"C'mon, bitch!" he growled and led Petie to the service hallway off the main foyer. Luckily they were able to avoid any staff members as they investigated the back area of the house, ultimately uncovering the narrow alternate stairway. Carefully they mounted the old boards, which creaked under their combined weight. At the top they found themselves at the back of a long corridor from which doors opened off on either side to the supposed original bedrooms. The hallway was illuminated by dim electrical candles mounted at measured spaces along the walls. Although the exhibit was closed during evening hours, each bedroom remained partially lit for aesthetic effect from outside the old mansion.
Taking hold of Petie's young wrist in his big man's hand, Jon led the way down the hall and haphazardly selected one door for their clandestine encounter. Gingerly swinging the door inward, he halted in mild shock at the unexpected sight which befell him.
Down on all fours on the floor at the foot of the bed with black tuxedo pants around his thick ankles and white shirt pulled up to his muscular shoulders, freshly married Joey was grasping the ornate rug under him while high school buddy Jackson rammed his thick, wet dick in and out of the jock's hairy ass hole! Fuckin' Joey the horndog didn't even make it to the wedding night without getting his jock pussy pounded! And with all the wedding guests, not to mention his bride, right downstairs probably wondering where in hell he was! Sexy Jackson was humping Joey like a dog and appeared to be appropriately appreciative of the other stud's ultra accommodating fuck hole which, as Jon well knew, was a damned site better than any female snatch he'd ever had! When they'd become fuck buddies he wasn't precisely sure, but from the aggressive way Jackson was going at him Jon determined this to be the virgin tour. Jon stared in amazement for a few moments more before silently pulling the door shut without either stud---or Petie---aware of what he'd discovered.
"Looks like somebody else had the same idea," he whispered to an unsuspecting Petie as he dragged him into another room across the hall.
Petie was momentarily caught off guard when big Jon roughly pushed him up against the closed door, pressed his hard, muscular body into the trim and lean one of the young athlete and began brazenly pawing at him with strong man's hands. With his mouth bruising the full, bow-like lips of the teen slut and their conjoined tongues doing a wet, sloppy dance, Jon ground his expanding pelvis against Petie's already engorged basket while his hands traversed the boy's body, ripping off all obtrusive clothing until the Greek buck was unabashedly nude in his arms. Failing to break their heated lip lock, Petie hastily assisted the older, hunky bi-guy out of his wedding formals and grew even more aroused as he openly explored Jon's muscular naked flesh.
After his tete-a-tete in the john with husky Ray, Jon's prick was hard as marble and his big ball bag was positively aching to unload its overheated burden. Not caring to prolong his eventual taking of the boy, Jon spun Petie around to face the door. One strong arm encircled the basketball pup's lean waist, pulling him toward him as he kicked the curly haired cuties legs wide apart. Petie instinctively bent forward, his hands pressed against the door to maintain his balance. His bald ass hole positively quivered when he heard Jon wetly spit, knowing full well the middle aged hunk was lubing his thick piece of meat, readying it for a full-fledged anal assault.
Jon's warm, manly hands took hold of Petie's smooth, young butt cheeks and spread his deep ditch apart. A gob of spittle landed on the pink, wrinkled target; Jon used a thick thumb to rub it over and into Petie's pretty pouting pucker. The handsome stud pressed his fat dick against the warm, hungry ass hole and easily slid his bulbous cock head between the quivering, expectant lips. Then, with one forceful thrust, he slammed the entirety of his manhood balls deep inside Petie Stavros' warm body. Petie automatically tightened his slick rectal walls around the welcome intruder as the bigger man began pumping him.
Although he'd reputedly been fucked a lot, Petie's sweet ass hole certainly hadn't lost any of its youthful elasticity, Jon thought as he enjoyed the incredible feel of the cute boy's hot fuck box. His full length was roaring into Petie's cock-grasping ass chute, pulling out until only the thick mushroom head was parting those wet lips and then punching back in with such force the ecstatic teen was forced up on tip of his toes. Jon's bloated ball sac slapped against the boy's soft, fuzzy skin with each driving penetration, sending sexual shock waves through his heaving body.
"Oh, yeah!" Petie whispered hoarsely. "Feels so fuckin' good! Pound my slut ass hard, big guy. Harder! Faster!"
Growling sexily, Jon took Petie by the shoulders and obediently followed his command. His slick cock rammed against the teen's mushy guts with shorter, but more forceful, thrusts. He was fucking the Greek slut deep, where Petie could really feel it right up into his belly and reverberating through his throat. Rivulets of perspiration were traveling down the defined crevice of young Petie's spine. From the way his head was rocking to and fro Jon knew he was driving the kid nuts with his full-throttle, ass-splitting megafuck.
Reaching around the sweet, sexy boy, Jon wrapped his fingers about Petie's teen cock and jerked it in cadence to his own passionate fucking. Petie was moaning like a bitch in heat and Jon almost feared discovery by an employee of the place. Certainly the mating studs across the hallway were far too engrossed in their own not-so-secret shenanigans to pay heed to whimpering from another room.
It was hot as a furnace up inside the athletic boy pussy as Jon continued to impale him with thick man cock. Petie backed up against the battering ram, making certain he was embedded with every fuckable inch. The youth was hungry to be fucked and Jon proved to be just the man for the job. Ceaselessly, Jon's big plunger plowed into him, knowing Petie was one of those cock sluts who loved to be, but rarely got, fucked nice and hard. His burning asshole seemed to be screaming "fuck me...fuck me" as it pulsed, alternately loosening and tightening around his rampaging ram rod.
Joey's hunky fuck daddy proved to be everything Petie had hoped for---and then some! He cooed like a lovestruck pigeon as the long, hot slab of man meat dove in and out of his slick fuck hole with swift, plunging strokes. Petie held his hungry young ass hole wide open, allowing the muscular stud to plow him hard. The thick, vein engorged dick thoroughly massaged his tender prostate, causing the curly haired jock to literally claw at the hard wood of the door in front of him. Jon's taking hold of his up-until-then neglected cock shaft was an added bonus; very few of his older "trade" ever fondled his equipment as they sought satisfaction up his boy pussy. But big Jon was gliding his fist along the full length of Petie's throbbing shaft, pausing every now and again to roll those bloated, down-covered balls in the sweaty palm of his big hand. Petie moaned excitedly as the fat cock head punched deep into his guts, momentarily knocking the wind out of him, and hoped they could go on like this for the rest of the evening.
Jon could easily understand how Petie was one of Joey's favorite fuck boys; the Greek slut had an enthusiastic, million dollar ass hole! Closing his eyes as he relished the delicious sensations of Petie's slick ass walls gliding along his sensitive shaft, Jon envisioned young jock Joey pounding the basketball star with his awesome ass-splitter. It aroused Jon even further knowing that the humongously wide weapon of the same young man he'd deflowered a few years earlier was regularly traversing the very same course. He thought of all the times husky Joey must have blown his nut up inside Petie's guts, driving himself wild with the realism of the porno scene unfolding in his imagination. Growling deep in his throat, Jon's lips curled back in a snarl as he pumped up the tempo, crashing into Petie's ravenous pussy with unforgiving passion.
They fucked wildly for several more mind-boggling moments, Jon's strength and stamina a source of amazement for the boy who, chronologically speaking, could very well be the same age as the son he'd never had. When the sexed-up youth started babbling incoherently, Jon knew Petie's time was almost at hand. Beating the hot teen rod with an increased tempo, Jon felt the young buck's entire body begin to tense. With the onslaught of his orgasm, Petie's ass hole suddenly clamped down deliciously hard on Jon's buried prick, making the fucking all the more tighter. With a visible shudder, his young gun discharged, splattering the door with volumes of white hot jizz. Petie's fevered sighs, gasps and moans throughout his moment of release were silenced when Jon sensibly clamped his free hand over the lad's drooling mouth. Petie's wild orgasm seemed to go on forever---and Jon fucked him clear through it, thoroughly enjoying each spasm as it caressed his ready-to-fire throbber.
All of the teen's jerking about like a bluefish snagged on a fishing hook sent waves of excitement racing through Jon's loins. He fucked with everything he had, forcing himself deep inside the hot, spasming hole and pounding Petie's rump with energized fury. The ensuing climax built to a ball-aching crescendo. Jon was surprised to hear his own strangled cry as his muscular body violently shuddered and he blasted his heavy cream way up inside Petie's mushy guts.
They remained interlocked long after Jon deposited every drop of his seed into the basketball pup's pulsating pussy, which thoroughly milked the explosive rod from within. Jon's orgasms had been explosive; he couldn't remember ever having shot so much rich cum. The overflow was running down his still-swollen shaft, oozing from the lips of Petie's puckered pussy and dipping off his hairy balls. Jon's mouth was on the nape of Petie's neck, licking and sucking at his tender flesh and chewing on the fabulous slut's ear lobes with his arms wrapped around the teen's toned body and his hands caressing sweat-drenched flesh. When Jon's cock finally began to shrink down to normal size he slipped it out of the Greek god, pausing to lick his chops at the sight of his abundant cum load leaking down the insides of the boy's sinewy thighs. Looking over his shoulder at his fantastic new "daddy" through smoky, lust-laden eyes, Petie reached between his legs to scoop up some of the free flowing nectar and suck it from his long, slender fingers, eliciting a sexy appreciative smile from his latest lover.
Returning to the reception hall via the back stair well, Jon noticed Joey back at the head table alongside his new bride. With a low chuckle, he shook his head at the impropriety of Joey's horny actions and rejoined his date at their table. The wench hardly seemed to have noticed he'd been gone so long. It was only a matter of minutes before Petie managed to clean himself up enough to take his spot at the table next to his grandfather. One look at the glowing boy assured Stavros that his grandson had been freshly fucked and, from the way he kept glancing at handsome Jon through starry eyes, old Stavros was certain the bi-hunk had finally taken a ride up Petie's fabulous ass. Dropping one hand under the flowing skirt of the table cloth, Stavros boldly reached over to squeeze his young grandson's crotch. Momentarily startled, Petie rose up a bit in the seat with eyes wide open and jerked his head to look at his grandfather. Jon easily picked up on the interchange, discovering Nikos Stavros gazing directly at him with a decided twinkle in his old eyes. There was little doubt in Jon's mind that grandfather and grandson would be sharing a bed in the Stavros house later tonight. His cock began to thicken as he thought of the mother lode he'd deposited within Petie's rectum, the same load which would slosh around Stavros' big dick while he fucked the cute laddie.
Eventually the party began to break up as guests slowly filtered out of the old mansion. To the delight of some, and the dismay of others, Joey Giagianno was now a married man. Idolized older brother Ray stood by as the newlyweds slipped into their limousine, filled with a sense of pride as Joey departed the scene, confident his l'il bro would soon be enjoying a night of conjugal bliss.
It has been a few rough, rocky years from wedding day bliss until the recent official split of the young Giagiannos. Joey was left frustrated and unfulfilled on his wedding night and, in less-than-satisfying subsequent encounters, Tracy complained that sex with Joey was painful; that he was too big for her "down there". Can you fucking imagine? And to top it all off, the whiny little cunt blanched at the thought of throwing him a blow job every now and again to ease his sexual tension. So fearful was I of Joey developing a complex over his delicious appendage that I sacrificed my trained ass---just to prove that the problem was with Tracy and not him. What none of us knew at the time was that Tracy was having her sanctimonious pussy regularly eaten out by best girl friend Samantha. But even that relationship came to an abrupt end a year or so back.
Tracy turned out to be quite the shrew and Cath, Ray's wife, is fairly certain she's hooked herself up with some other stud---probably one with a heavy wallet. Since they never had satisfactory sex, they never produced any heirs. But don't get yourselves depressed thinkin' that Joey's been sitting idly by and beating his meat all the while. Hell, no! I'd taught that boy the advantages of having a sex buddy---and Joey's gotten himself lots of them! He may be a little depressed that things didn't work out as well for him and not-so-racy Tracy as they have for Ray and Cath, but the accomplished cock hound is far from lonely with his bevy of testosterone-laden male admirers.
Have to close out this tale now; Joey's truck just pulled up in front of my house, the former Davidson home I purchased right across the street from his brother, my straight buddy Ray. You see, Tracy agreed to buy out Joey's shares in their condo and the young hunk needed some place to roost for awhile. Naturally I offered him one of the many vacant rooms in my big home! After all, it's conveniently close to his bro---and I have every intention of making sexy Joey forget all about his ill-fated trip down the aisle. Unless certain marriage laws in our state change, he won't make that particular mistake again!
Gotta go help my new house mate haul his gear from the truck to his new room directly across the hall from the master suite (though I don't imagine he'll be spending much time in his own bed). So long as Joey's here I'll probably be far too occupied to write---but don't lose your hard ons, horny readers, there's much more to tell. Hope to catch you on these pages again soon as my hands---and dick---are free.