Straight Buddy Ray

This stand-alone chapter was the first of an original series written between 2001 and 2014, reworked by the author for GayDemon. The point of view has been changed from first to third person and there has been much editing of unnecessary material. All characters and locations are fictitious; any resemblance to real-life studs is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality and is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience. Please respect the author’s wishes and do not copy or distribute this story.

Jon Kingston was a player. Didn't care which side of the net he served from. He liked his ladies blond and buxom, his men brawny and masculine. Had little trouble finding either. Even now almost a year over forty he was a good looking sonofabitch. And knew it. He stood a perfect six feet tall and weighed in at 210 pounds of solidly packed muscle. Big Jon had a full head of close-cropped light brown hair, sky blue eyes and sported a smile over his clean-shaven face that set hearts of both sexes aflutter. The King rarely slept alone. Working out in the local gym just about every night for an hour and half he kept his body in tip top, desirable shape. By day he worked as a fast talking, deal making car salesman; by night he was a handsome Lothario on the prowl. Commitment was not, had never been, in his future. He was a fuck 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. Until Ray.

It was on a fourth of July that they met. But it wasn't really for the first time. Cathy, one of the secretaries at the dealership, threw a backyard barbeque at her place. She wasn't his type, but Jon liked Cathy. She was about his age with a few kids and, as rumor had it, a younger husband. The scuttlebutt around the office was that he'd nailed her when he was just eighteen. She was in her early twenties. Knocked her up right from the start. Secretaries around the water cooler claimed that he was a real looker. Although Cathy was gregarious and well liked she was otherwise plump and ordinary looking. Jon accepted the Independence Day celebration mainly to get a look at this former "boy toy" all grown up.

The weather on the fourth was fabulous. Eighty-five, slight breeze, no humidity and nary a cloud in the sky. The Giagianno's had a decent sized fenced back yard with an in-ground pool. Jon wore a shameless Speedo under his shorts, knowing full well his hot bod would get lots of appraising glances. He looked damned fine for his age and, if he played his cards right, might be able to spark a few fireworks of his own.

The party was in full swing when Jon let himself in through a gate at the side of the house. The barbeque was grilling up burgers and dogs, music was blaring from speakers concealed around the yard, a volley ball game was in progress in the pool, horseshoes clanged farther off in the yard, blenders whipped up frozen concoctions, beer boozers were tapping the kegs and Cathy was jovially entertaining in her one-piece bathing suit. The moment she saw him she came up to Jon as if they were best buds. He surmised she'd already had a few cocktails. Handing him a brew she introduced Jon to her Dad (Mom had kicked the bucket a while back) and several others whose names he instantly forgot.

"C'mon, I want you to meet Ray," she said, taking him by the arm and leading him over to the cooking pit. Jon wanted to meet Ray, too. The guy flipping burgers had his back to them but Jon immediately saw that he was a well-built stud, barefoot and stripped to the waist, wearing tight, low slung and mid-thigh black swim trunks.

"Ray, I want you to meet someone," she shouted above the music and rowdy partiers. When the hunk turned around Jon's jaw dropped. It had been many, many years but he knew this guy! Ray had one of those smiles that spread straight across his tanned, handsome face. His even white teeth gleamed as he took Jon's hand in a powerful, calloused grip while his wife made introductions. Ray's bold, sparkling hazel eyes bore right into Jon's for an instant before the flicker of recognition showed there in his brilliant pools.

"I know you!" he admonished, pointing at Jon with the thick index finger of his other hand. "You got your gas down at the station I used to work!"

A young Ray couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen when Jon pulled his latest sports car up to the pumps and the cutest little hunk he'd ever seen came out of the station to service him. It was a late spring day and quite warm. The teen was wearing a tight white tank over his torso. The muscles in his arms and shoulders sure didn't look like they belonged to any kid. Jon slunk low in the driver's seat and groped his crotch as he checked out the boy in the side mirror while he pumped gas. When the teen dream came over for payment Jon fumbled with his wallet, his attention fixed on the Adonis' crotch right there at eye level.

That particular service station became Jon's regular stop. He managed to engage the boy in casual conversation, his dick throbbing as he took in the gas jockey's deep, masculine voice. Twinks weren't normally Jon's thing but this one certainly enhanced his private masturbatory fantasies. Ultimately the day came when the ethnic hunk was gone. His replacement, a scrawny pimple-faced youth said something about him having found another job. Disappointed, Jon took his business elsewhere. But he would never, could never, forget those sparkling eyes, that endearing smile, the resonant voice and sinful body.

Now, all these years later, fate and an easygoing secretary had brought them together again. Jon figured Ray-man to be in his mid-thirties by now. He had matured quite nicely since he'd last seen him. Short and thick chestnut hair framed a darkly handsome face. The afternoon charcoal shadow above his sensuous upper lip and along his strong jaw looked the type that was a permanent fixture. He had broad shoulders, nicely developed pectorals, pronounced biceps, a flawless belly of lean, washboard abs leading to a cinched waist, thick powerful and deliciously hairy legs and the tightest, firmest ass Jon had ever seen. The bulge swelling from his trunks was as eye-catching as the rest of him. An adult Ray was physical perfection.

While it was one thing for him to remember a fine piece like Ray it was quite another for the handsome husband to have remembered him. Endless cocktails and beer soon had Jon feeling pretty damned good. After a while his pants were off and he was in the pool joining the largely younger crowd in a game of water volleyball. Ray was on the other side of the net and it gave Jon ample opportunity to check out his wet, glistening muscles and the drenched material clinging even tighter to his abundant manhood. The dark body hair which began around his indented navel and grew in a straight line down into his drawers had his mouth watering for a taste of what lay at the end of that treasure trail. He was certainly athletic; attacking the volley ball like his life depended on it. Raising his arm to strike out at the ball, Jon admired the thick, dark tufts of hair plastered to Ray's armpits. He was abundantly hairy in all the right places, yet perfectly smooth in others, an Italian stallion all the fucking way! Jon had never been so turned on by a guy. He knew damned well his cock was rising up out of his skimpy speedo, requiring him to remain immersed in the water until he'd calmed down.

Jon remained long after most of the other guests departed, chatting with his new favorite couple. He learned a lot while sitting across the patio table from the younger man who he couldn't tear his eyes from. Ray's mom was a Latina, Puerto Rican to be precise. His father came from an Old Italian family. Daddy took a powder, running off with some Cuban wench, when the three children were quite young. From the age of thirteen Ray was the man of the house. Mama, apparently a bit of a drama queen, was too distraught to focus on essential things like feeding the family and caring for her younger son and daughter so Ray took on odd jobs after school to keep a roof over their heads. Eventually his mother found herself a new mark with a fairly decent income who wasn't opposed to a ready-made family. Ray wasn't crazy over him, though. Jon figured it had more to do with male pride. He'd been in charge of things and now suddenly another guy came along prepared to take over. That's when he decided to move in with Cathy, who was totally in love with him. Who could blame her?

They discovered mutual interests in sports, music and cars and became fast friends. Over the next few months they were practically inseparable. Jon had decided that Ray was straight and harbored no false hopes of getting into his pants. But that was alright. They enjoyed each other's company immensely. Soon they were going off together island hopping, camping and winter skiing. Cathy fixed Jon up with one of her girlfriends and the two wound up having a six-month relationship. One evening, after a pitcher of margaritas, Cathy told him of the rave reviews the broad had given the girls in the office about his sexual prowess.

Bold Ray, grinning from ear to ear, shocked them both by saying, "Damn, Jon! And all those times you pulled in the service station I thought you were queer!"

Jon was dumbfounded. How to respond? Yeah, dude, I was checking out your hot little ass while I jerked off in my car? That wouldn't have gone over very well with a buck as hetero as he believed Ray to be. Instead he just played it off with an innocent "Who? Me?" reply.

Family matters called Jon out of state for a couple of weeks, things got hectic at the job and before long nearly a month had passed since he'd last seen the Giagianno family. It was late September and there was an autumn crispness in the air when he decided to pay an impromptu visit on his pals. Pulling up in front of their house he was glad to see both vehicles parked out front, but when he knocked on the door, then leaned on the bell, no one answered. Being no stranger to the place, he circled around back, let himself in through the pool gate and heard music coming from the shed. Ray had transformed the space into a makeshift gym and they often worked out together there. Crossing the lawn, Jon passed through the slightly ajar door......and stopped dead in his tracks.

Lying flat across the bench press was Ray, methodically pumping a heavily weighted barbell heavenward and intently staring at himself in the mirror affixed to the ceiling. He was clad only in an athletic supporter, ankle-high white socks and sneakers---and seemed totally unaware of another's presence. Jon breathlessly watched the muscles in his chest and arms flexing as he controlled the heavy bar and openly appraised his manly splendor. Directly facing him Ray's hairy, tree-trunk size legs were spread wide to either side of the bench, the white-mesh basket covering his groin straining against its abundant contents. The way he was splayed out Jon could see the mass of dark hair leading from the base of his scrotum into the dark valley of his chiseled ass trench. Jon's cock-a-doodle-doo slammed into an instant blood-engorged hard-on. His eyes traveled up and over those rippled abs to the fine mounds of pectoral rock formed on Ray's solid chest and the jutting hardness of those fleshy nipples reacting to the autumn chill. Other than a small tuft of dark hair in between his pecs, Ray's upper torso was succulently smooth. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jon's lusty gaze went south again and followed the even dark line of body hair that crept from navel into the wide waistband of the crotch supporter and noted the tufts of coarse pubic hair escaping the sides of the material. Ray's jock was packed. Jon knew he was salivating as Ray set the barbell into its hold and came up from the waist. He stretched one arm across his lushly curved chest muscles to massage the opposite shoulder when he saw Jon standing there.

They both froze. Jon had been caught red-handed ogling him and Ray was caught with his pants down. One hand instinctively shot down to cover his groin, which was a pretty stupid and pointless move. His privates were the only part of him that was covered at that point. In short order he realized how futile a move it had been.

"JON!" he addressed in mock shock with a nervous smile etched across his macho, handsome face. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

"I tried the door," Jon managed, "but Cathy didn't answer, so I came around back and..."

"They're not here," he answered quickly, pressing big hands on the front of his muscular thighs and lifting to a standing position. Jon couldn't help himself. He had to check Ray out as he moved over to grab a towel and wrap it low around his waist. But not before Jon had a bird's eye view of the most magnificent tight ass cheeks he'd ever seen framed by the V-shaped straps of the jock. They were hard, smooth, dimpled and rounded---and a line of funky, dark hair sprouted out along the deep cleft of his ass crack. Jon just knew a wet spot was forming over the front of his jeans! And sonofabitch if Ray didn't know it, too!

"You are a fuckin' fag!" he laughed cockily, dark eyes twinkling. "I was right all the time! Goddamn!"

"Ray, I----," but Jon was tongue tied.

"Sonofabitch!" he kept going on, happy with himself that he'd been right. "I knew it from the time I laid eyes on you at the gas station! But Cathy kept sayin' no, all the chicks say you're a hot fuck! And I thought, well, maybe not---maybe he is straight!"

Jon was watching the shiny beads of sweat trickling down Ray's muscular torso and wanted to lean in and lap them right off his pumped-up body. His toned muscles were tensed and glistening in the cool early evening air; those hard nips jutting out and just begging for some attention as his sculpted chest rose and fell heavily. Jon drank in the hard body, eyes full of hunger, constantly drifting back to the thick line of fuzz running from his indented navel into the folds of the white towel. He barely heard what the deep-voiced hunk was saying.

"Cath and the kids flew up to Cape Cod for two weeks to see her father. That's why nobody answered the door. She's pregnant again; three months, in case you're interested. But I guess you never were interested in her, were you?" He was strutting from one end of the shed to the other, shadow-boxing to relax his tensed arm muscles. As he came directly in front of Jon, his right arm shot out as if to take a punch. Instinctively, Jon's arms went up to protect himself. Ray laughed, dancing about on his feet and started throwing mock punches at Jon's face and abdomen. It was a game they had played before. "All this time you were queer for me, you sneaky bastard!"

"Would that be so bad?" Jon bravely inquired as he countered with an uppercut that almost grazed Ray's firm jawline. "I mean, checking you out and doing something about it are two different things. Damn skippy I'm bi, you fine-looking motherfucker, but I wasn't going to throw myself on you when I know you're not into men."

"Fuck, man! A blow job's a blow job, isn't it?" He startled Jon with his response. Jon's protective hands came down momentarily and he got clocked on the left cheek. He stumbled backwards, more out of surprise than pain. "Oh, shit, Jon! You alright?" Ray was all concern now. Jon later thought he should have milked the moment, but was still reeling from his earlier statement.

"You mean you'd let a guy blow you?" Jon asked, incredulous.

Ray grinned with that sneaky 'Rican sneer of his and reached between the folds of the towel to take hold of his basket. "Shit! I'm used to getting off every day, dude, and with my wife gone the past two weeks I'm horny as hell. That goddam secretary of mine bends over in front of me again and I'm going to forget all about that promise I made to Cathy." His mischievous smile grew even broader. "Unless, of course, I can get a little help from my buddy the fag."

Jon didn't know whether he was offering or just jiving. It was totally unexpected and seemed genuinely unreal that the hunky, hetero, macho Latalian lady-killer he'd known all this time would suddenly become gay curious. But, fuck if he didn't look so damn good standing there glaring with those big hazel eyes, that cute little mole at the corner of his mouth almost hidden in the crease of his adorable secret smile. For all his maturity, he still had so much of that cute, street-wise youth that Jon had first been attracted to years ago.

"So....wouldn't you be cheating on Cathy if your half-queer buddy got you off?" Jon inquired, already knowing the answer to his question.

Ray grinned even more widely and gave Jon a delicious wink. "I told her I'd never fuck around with another woman. Never said anything about my supposedly-straight workout partner." He'd moved over to the bench press and elevated the back rest to a ninety degree angle. "I need to get laid, man, and I need it NOW!" Ray whipped the towel off his body and sat back on the press, his thick, hairy legs spread to either side of the bench. His head rested back in the curve of one muscular arm, the dense patch of armpit hair wet, matted and looking intoxicatingly funky, while his other hand busily squeezed the packed-to-overflowing jockstrap. His eyes were locked with Jon's, daring him to come and take a taste of all that he had to offer.

"Come on, Jon," he challenged in a low, husky voice. "You've been wanting it. Now here's your chance. Get the fuck over here and suck me off while I'm still in the mood to let you."

There are certain things for which a grown man doesn't need a second invitation---and this was one of them. Jon had been waiting for this moment and there was no way he was going to hesitate and give Ray time to change his mind. Without taking his eyes off the hot ethnic hunk splayed out in front of him he flipped off his shirt, stepped out of his shorts, socks and sneaks but left his briefs on. It seemed like the proper thing to do. Perhaps he didn't want to scare him too much, too soon. Besides, Ray had seen most of his strong, toned body before during their workout training---just never with a hard-on bulging against the thin material of his drawers like it was doing now. With three long strides Jon was at the foot of the bench press looking down at the oh-so-handsome straight dude. And Ray was looking right up at him with those sultry eyes, head cocked sexily to one side and a teasing smile deepening the dimples in his cheeks. He was a real cock tease if ever there was one!

Jon straddled the protruding leg lift with thighs spread comfortably apart. Bending at the waist and gripping the foam-covered rest located mere inches from his groin in an overhand grasp he lowered his face to the stuffed jock. The arousing male scents of musk and sweat that pleasantly assailed his nostrils told him Ray been wearing the same jock for some time now---probably since Cath took her powder and cleared the way for Jon to finally indulge in his unrequited fantasy. In a flash his wide-open mouth locked onto the big form pulsing under the mesh material and he hungrily gnawed on the rising boner through the sweat-dampened jockstrap. Ray's healthy piece grew longer and fatter and was straining against the confining supporter as Jon's lips worked up and down the length of it while he sucked all the juice out of the funky jock.

Jon wasn't disappointed when he chanced a look at the stud. He had expected to see Ray with eyes tightly shut, psyching himself into pretending his wife or some other babe was servicing his meat. But Ray was intensely watching him. He had tucked his hands behind his dark-haired head, baring those heavily matted armpits and forcing strong bicep and tricep muscles to swell nicely. Slowly his trim hips began to move, forcing his crotch up into Jon's face. Jon lathed the pulsing jock with spit from the top of its thick waistband down to the base of the pouch. His agile tongue flicked out past the base of the pouch where it connected with twin straps between hairy thighs and dipped into that secret, sweaty area under the scrotum. With a sexy, manly moan Ray pressed back against the bench support and unwittingly lifted his pelvis a bit higher, allowing Jon to swipe clear down to his hair-lined Latalian asshole. It was damned nice chowing on what he could get at of this tight hetero hole. Jon had learned long ago that straight guys love having their assholes eaten---but most times their wives or girlfriends blanch at the suggestion. And when they get a finger digging around up there hitting that button in the front of their rectum, which has never been tapped before, they go wild! The way Ray was now writhing around while Jon's loving tongue lapped at his ass ring told him all this stud's babes had never shown him this particular pleasure. Score for Jon; he was one up on those sluts. Now to see if he could hit a home run with this sexy stud.

Ray's asshole was overwhelmingly succulent and Jon could have kept rimming until the sun came up next morning. But he just had to get that cock into his slutty mouth. As he regrettably disentangled himself from the dark, hairy hole he could have sworn the look on Ray's awesome face registered disappointment. One of Jon's strong hands quickly molded itself over the throbbing pouch and pumped him through the dampened jockstrap. That bulging basket was straining against those elastic straps as his hard, healthy cock sought freedom from its sweaty captivity.

"Don't you worry one little bit, big guy," Jon responded to his sexy pout. "I'll be munching down there again before the night is over. If you want."

"Fuck, yeah!" Ray hissed through clenched teeth, still the macho tough guy. One of his heavily tendoned hands was caressing the molded bulges of his tight pectorals and making those huge brown nipples scream for some mouth action. His head was thrown back, dark-lashed eyelids now dreamily at half-mast, that cute little Adam's apple quivering sexily in his throat as he responded to the pleasurable sensations overtaking his virile body. Jon knew he was ripe and ready for some heavy duty cock sucking as he yanked the pouch of the soaked jock to one side, releasing the imprisoned manhood. He hesitated there in awe as he took in the absolute beauty of the colossal cock stalk and hefty ball sac dangling between Ray's parted thighs. There was about eight to nine inches of thick rock-hard man-meat rising up out of the dense, hairy mat covering his pelvis with the most perfectly molded head. That helmet was huge! Jon licked his hungry chops. Ray was absolutely beautiful in his nakedness; there was nothing about him that wasn't masculine perfection. The fucker knew he was drinking in every pore of his hunky physique and his cock reacted to Jon's brazen, appreciative gaze. Blood coursed through the heavy veins crisscrossing its dark length as the thick horsedick throbbed madly, the deep fleshy lips of its flared head pulling apart. One bead of clear pre-cum was followed by another, and soon dick drool was freely flowing from the swollen head down the length of the massive tool and pooling into those thick dark pubic hairs.

Placing his hands on the front of Ray's powerful, hairy thighs he leaned in closer. The mammoth monster gave an extra little jump as his hot breath washed over the excited length. His tongue rolled out and, with one long and deliberately slow swipe, traveled all the way up the undersize of the thick vein, encircled the pronounced ridge of the bulbous cockhead and washed over the fleshy knob. The tasty ball-juice was like the purest of honey to his palate and seemed like it would never stop oozing. Ray slid lower on the bench, his rippling, hot body squirming around like a bug had crawled up his ass. He was still looking at Jon, albeit through sex-heavy slits. There was a bead of sweat traveling down from his thick, luscious hair; his arms were back up behind his head again, dense armpits soaked with perspiration. Jon desired to crawl up there and bury his face in the funk of those pits, but that steely shaft of his was at a pounding throb and there seemed to be no end to the constant flow of sweet cream pouring from the slit. Opening his jaws wide Jon took that handsome head right into his mouth and surrounded the ridge with his thick lips. His tongue went to work immediately, licking all over the sensitive glans as he sucked up the froth and thirstily swallowed it down. He dipped the tip of his tongue deep into the fat gash and worked it around, which seemed to drive Ray crazy! His chiseled ass was moving all about on that sweat-wet vinyl seat as Jon chewed on the nose of his torpedo. Judging by the sexy male moans and groans coming from him Jon wondered if Superstud Ray had ever had an honest-to-goodness blowjob before.

As his ass slid down even lower in the small seat, Ray began to pump his hips up at Jon, who opened wide and freely let him fuck his mouth. He had about four inches, plus that big head, pumping between Jon's lips, riding his face and making him hungrier for his load. Jon slurped and sucked as Ray force-fed his hog and before long could feel that blunt head knocking at the back of his throat. The straight buddy was in for a surprise if he thought that was as far as he was going to get! Jon's nostrils flared widely as he took an expansive breath, opened his gullet wide and went down on him. He thought he was sure to gag as inch after inch of fat cock buried itself deep down in his throat, further and further until his face was buried in that thick pubic patch. The big shaft pulsed inside him and Jon allowed his slick channel to milk the fuck out of it!

Jon observed Ray's eyes shoot wide open and his body tense, as if the stud had just had suffered a mind-blowing shock! He left the rod choked all the way down there until he thought he might suffocate and then slowly....very slowly...backed off of it. Quarter inch after quarter inch of fat Latalian cock came up out of Jon's stretched throat and through his wet lips until the big head popped out into the open. It was dripping with saliva, had turned an angry dark-purple color, and was noticeably throbbing with every rapid beat of his heart. Ray's head was raised and he was glaring at Jon, his thick brows furrowed and his sexy lips pooched out as he panted like a dog. Jon was so aroused by the sight that he momentarily considered ripping off his briefs and stuffing his meat balls deep in that hunk's mouth before he even knew what'd hit him. But, with a straight guy one occasionally had to make concessions. Wasting nary a minute Jon attacked again, neatly wrapping his fingers around the base of his beanstalk as he devoured the macho cock head. Bobbing up and down on the thick meat, he began pumping the lower bulk with his hand. The beautiful thing felt like it was swelling even larger in his horny grasp. Ray was trying to impale his face with that big beast, but Jon wasn't about to give him the extreme pleasure of deep throat again so soon. Make him want it real bad, that's what he intended to do!

As Jon sucked the fat cockhead, giving lots of wrist movement to that thick, slippery shaft, he slid his other hand over the flatness of Ray's lower belly. Reaching up ever higher past his size 32 waist, he scaled the bumpy valleys of washboard abs, grasped the slopes of solid pectoral muscle and squeezed the eraser-hard bud of hardened nipple. Tweaking momentarily between thumb and index finger he then glided to the other side, through the slight moss of fine hair in the pec cleft, and teased the other bold nub. Ray was going nuts, body squirming all over the place, his head rolling from one side to the other and all sorts of delicious moans, groans and gasps were coming from somewhere deep in his throat. His cock had started leaking again, lubricating Jon's oral cavern with thick, tasty nut sauce. Jon picked up the pace, both sucking and jerking him even faster. His hand came down off that smooth, athletic chest and dug into the dense bush of dark pubes. Grabbing a fist-full, he pulled the thatch like he was going to yank it out by the roots and in one big gulp swallowed him whole once again. Ray practically screamed in a pitch decibels higher than his resonate, manly tone as the demons in Jon's throat kissed his pulsating manhood. With one hand now free, Jon yanked his own briefs down, grabbed ahold of his healthy-sized beef stick and started frantically flogging it.

Ray's breathing was becoming ragged and Jon suspected he was dangerously close to shooting his wad. He kept that mouth-watering shaft down in his love tunnel only a few seconds longer and then, without warning, backed off. Ray's sultry eyes zeroed in on Jon almost accusingly as he leaned away from him and concentrated on taking care of his own meat. Jon's hand was flying up and down the length of his seven-and-a-half inches as he watched Ray's agitated love rod do a dance in front of him. The stud had been maybe five seconds from cumming when Jon rudely abandoned it and the cock was spasming as if in the throes of a wild orgasm, but that ever-present pre-cum was the only thing liberally oozing from the hole. Ray went for his meat but Jon roughly grabbed him by the wrist to hold the over-eager stud back. The handsome buck had no idea of the great favor he was doing him or how ecstatic it would feel when he finally brought him off after this mind-blowing plateau!

Kingston had pleased many men in his fuck career but never had he observed such a reaction as the one displayed by this straight pup. Hunky Ray looked like a hurt little boy who'd just had his favorite candy taken away. Dense eyebrows were knitted into a desperately appealing frown as his smoldering eyes silently pleaded. His nostrils flared widely, taking in quick short gasps of air while he panted like a charging race horse fighting to cross the finish line. His wet bottom lip was quivering so sexily and that nice, tight chest of his was rising and falling heavily. The soles of his white Nike's were firmly rooted to the floor, but his thick athletic legs were moving back and forth, making that big beautiful cock jerk and shake wildly. A virtual stream of man spunk was flowing down his hefty piece, soaking into his big hairy ball-bag and dripping off the coarse dark hairs to saturate the vinyl-covered seat. Jon's tongue instinctively rolled out as he observed the sweet, tasty love juices dangling precariously off the edge of the seat before they dropped to the ever-widening wet spot on the floor. Never in his life had he seen so much pre-cum produced by one man, could only imagine what the actual load would be like and how much he would enjoy savoring every protein-filled drop. Now that he finally had Ray he wanted to eat him from head to toe.

"You cock-teasin' bastard!" Ray finally managed, his breathing still coming heavily as he ran one large working-man's hand across the wide expanse of his sweat slickened chest and tugged at the waistband of the contour-fitting jock with the other. Jon knelt at his feet and grasped Cathy's hunky husband behind a finely-developed calf muscle bulging out from the top of his bleached white athletic socks. Kneading the tight muscle, he marveled at the tree-trunk like thickness of his masculine hairy legs.

"Liked it, did ya, buddy-boy?" he taunted with a raised eyebrow as he caressed the length of thick limb while he played with his own leaking cock.

Ray swallowed hard as he cocked his head to look over at Jon. "You gonna make me beg for it, aren't you, dude? Alright, motherfucker... you got a hot mouth, that's for sure...were givin' me the best head I ever had...wished I'd have known years ago how good you were...was mighty sexy watching you eat my meat..."

Jon's cock was buzzing at hearing these words coming from the stud. Ray was one desperate horndog, a loaded gun wanting its trigger pulled. The stud ran his hand along the outside of his widely parted thigh and pulled at the elastic strap running down under his firm, tight buttocks. The elastic snapped back against his bare skin and he winced at the unexpected smart---but his drooling spigot seemed to pulse even harder. Jon's hand pressed over top of his at the thick white waistband and commanded, as sternly as he dared, "Tell me more, stud!"

Ray scowled at Jon with those big hazel-colored eyes, certain of what he wanted---but not sure what he should do. There was still a tiny thread of straight-guy uncertainty. But when Jon leaned over and stuck his tongue dead-center in his indented navel and started digging around the tiny bud, he began to melt. Painstakingly working his slippery oral eel up and over each finely etched contour of six-pack abs, Jon buried his nose in the lightly-haired hollow between his pecs while stuffing his hand under the band of the jock to squeeze those weighty balls while he feasted on Ray's ridged, glistening chest.

Throwing one arm back under his head, the sexy straight stud worked his lips together expectantly as Jon went to town on his dark, hardened nipples. The dark quarter sized areolae spread out on the mound of each rising pec housed tit-treats near as thick as a pencil eraser. Locking his lips around the succulent teat, Jon chewed away on one until he had Ray squirming again before moving on to the other. All the while he nursed those plump young nubs his hand was busily massaging strong inner thighs and groping big, sweaty balls. Every now and then his thick middle finger would mysteriously go astray and graze hairy asshole. Ray was sex moaning like mad, one of those fortunate guys whose nipples were internally connected to their cock.

The straight beefcake dug his thick fingers into Jon's hair and rubbed the back of his head, forcing him even closer to his spectacular heaving chest. It was the first time he had laid his hands on his older buddy, making big Jon feel optimistic about the ultimate outcome of their unexpected, but thoroughly welcome, encounter.

"Ohhhh, fuck-yeah!" the ethnic hunk growled seductively as Jon held the right bud between his front teeth and flicked at it with his experienced tongue. His narrow hips were moving all about as if he was fucking the air with his leaking prong. Jon took ahold of it by the hairy root, which seemed to steady him for a little while as he continued to explore his marvelous chest. Sexy Ray wasn't quite sure what to make of it when Jon finally came up off his raw tits and buried his face in the exposed funk of his armpit. He was sweating profusely from all the unexpected sex play and his pits were soaking wet, rivulets of perspiration leaking down along his tapered lats from the thick thatch of hair. Jon's sloppy tongue lapped up the salty sweat and buried itself in the forest, sucking the maleness from his ripe pit. His free hand traveled up the length of his arm, copping a feel of those bulging muscles they worked out regularly. When Ray raised his other arm and cupped the back of his head in both hands, Jon knew he had turned him on to pit play. Deliberately making rough, deep animal sounds Jon chowed on the other pit while he tweaked and twisted an extra-hard nipple between his fingers. Those swollen buds wouldn't go down for a couple of days. Sexy Ray had no idea how wild his work day would be with them rubbing against his starched shirt for eight hours.

After cleaning out his underarms Jon licked up over one broad shoulder and traced his way along the length of collarbone to the hollow at his throat. Leaning his macho head back, eyes now closed, Ray swallowed hard. Jon latched onto his bobbing apple and sucked on the bristled skin, not caring about the telltale mark he was sure to leave. Lapping upwards over the rugged curve of his chin he rode the slight sexy cleft and swiped his tongue along the luscious bottom lip. Ray quickly turned his head to one side, a deliberate signal. Somewhat disappointedly Jon reversed directions and headed south, creating a nice wet trail down the defined valley of his breastbone. Continuing dead center through a tight six pack, dipping into the button and cascading over that tight belly, he came nearer and nearer to the throbbing hunk of man meat which was itching for some more action.

Jon knelt there by his side holding his stiff sausage in one hand. His other arm rested across the sexy hunk's taut torso as he groped the slopes of his stretched inner thigh and toyed with his nuts from that angle. Certainly Kingston would have liked for him to have parted his lips and accepted his loving tongue before. It would have left him with the promise that one day his dick and Ray's mouth might become friends. But Jon had been around the block more than a few times and knew that was sometimes the way things went when settings sights on a straight dude. Before today he had given up hope of even getting to this point with the stud, so he managed to get over this rejection rather quickly. There were other matters, quite literally, in hand.

"Suck my cock!" Ray ordered, as if there was any doubt of the other man's intentions. It made Jon's prick twitch to hear this hot Latin/Italian dude, the father of his female co-worker's children, talk dirty to me. "No more of your bullshit, either, Jon. Grab that fuckin' cock, shove it down your throat and don't stop until I get my rocks off!"

Jon was a mature man who had never taken kindly to being bossed around, but everything Ray was demanding was exactly what he had planned on anyhow. Looking him dead in the eye Jon swiped his wet tongue all around the flared rim of his cockhead, poked the tip of it into the wide, meaty dick gash and innocently inquired, "Like this, you mean, big man?"

Ray's eyes were dark. He was horny and in no mood for games. He scowled as if saying, "Don't fuck with a man whose balls are boiling over." Jon quickly obliged and sucked the monstrosity of the fat helmet into his mouth and went to work making hot male love to it. Bathing that beastly knob with creamy spit, he gave that plum a head job that Ray would not soon forget. Ray was thrusting his hips out at him like he wanted Jon to go down on the whole muscle. Hooking his thumbs under the sweat-dampened waistband of the jockstrap, Jon lifted the macho-smelling mesh contraption up over the big throbber and pushed it away. Ray willingly obliged by lifting his thick legs, allowing Jon to slide the jock totally off him. Naked now except for sneakers and socks the hot husband lowered his legs again and spread those muscle-thighs wide, causing his huge stiff cock to tremble mere inches from Jon's smacking lips. Knowing full well that Ray was sexed up and ready to blow like a volcano, Jon grabbed his nut bag in one hand and started fisting his thick and glistening shaft with the other while he enveloped more than half of it in his face-hole. Growing highly aggressive he devoured Ray's meat, sucking and lapping at it like a milking machine gone mad. Ray was moaning and groaning as his tight, chiseled backside wriggled around on the drenched bench. As for Jon, he was on an all-time high feasting on this hunky straight man's prick and making him go berserk with lust.

Ray managed to stuff more and more of his tool into Jon's cocksucking mouth with all that thrashing and thrusting of his sexy hips. Jon felt the fat mushroom head at the back of his throat and knew he wanted to stuff him solid. Figuring he had better oblige, Jon opened wide and fiercely gobbled it straight down to the root. With a loud, unexpected shout which the neighbors might have heard Ray's entire humpy body tensed as waves of deep-throating pleasure washed over him. He was experiencing nirvana buried all the way down there in Jon's rapidly milking face hole. The sloppy muscles in the older guy's throat wrapped around the hot, pulsing slab of meat and caressed every sensitive nerve along his shaft causing the he-man to gasp ecstatically. Jon began face fucking, bobbing up and down on the big dripping cock. At times he would slide the whole thing out of his throat, allowing Ray to hump his mouth while he sucked and licked at the angry head. And then, without warning, he would cram the fucker all the way back down his cock-cavern until the big bulb had him totally plugged, Ray's thick, rich smelling bush pressed tight to his face. He was kneading and squeezing the fuck out of those big nuts while he fisted his own throbbing beefstick.

Cocking his head so he could take a gander at the hot fucker brought him one step closer to busting his nut. Handsome Ray had his nicely shaped shoulders pressed hard against the bench while his soaked head rocked from side to side against his raised arms, hands clasped together behind his head. His well-defined body was rising and falling as his back arched, then dropped mightily. Even white teeth were gnashing together, lips grimacing and eyes were tightly shut as a painful frown creased his forehead. Sexy macho sighs, gasps, grunts and groans of pre-orgasmic pleasure came from somewhere deep down inside of him, exciting Jon even further.

"Oh...oh, fuck....," he huskily moaned, his torso bucking and heaving. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna.....I'm gonna fuckin' cum!"

Jon hastily backed the throbbing fucker out of his throat and latched his lips around the first few red-hot inches of the spewing serpent. Ray's fat trunk fiercely sent hot gobs of scrotum sauce spewing against the insides of his mouth in one powerful surge after another. Jon's tongue was working around Ray's squirting gun as he kept swallowing, attempting to keep up with him before the sonofabitch drowned him with all that man spunk. Ray was possibly the biggest shooter he had ever encountered; Jon got much more than a mouthful of tasty jizz. He continued sucking on that slab of beef long after a normal guy's balls would have been drained totally dry---and still managed to coax more cream from him. Cum was oozing from the sides of his mouth, his belly totally full, when Jon finally came up off of him. Rising, he took the liberty of shooting his own wad all over the gorgeous man's heaving torso. Speechless, Ray watched Jon, weakened and powerless to protest. After unloading his sauce in a gut-wrenching orgasm, Jon leaned down and proceeded to slowly and sensually lick every drop from the stud's perspiring body, savoring each moment of after-sex eroticism with his longtime fantasy finally fulfilled. While he would have loved taking things to the next level and introducing his cock to the straight man's virgin asshole Jon was confident there would be time for that later.

They had only just begun.