text: Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 21:02:19 -0400 From: Jon Royale Subject: Wedding Bell Blueboys This is a work of erotic fiction containing explicit sexual descriptions and is not intended for anyone under the age of legal consent. The entire text is the sole property of the author and may not be used in any form without his express permission. (Just ask, he's easy!) (c) 2001 JRoyale It was one of those hot motherfuckin' Saturdays during the dog days of summer that Vinnie Mancuso had chosen to wed Carla Porcelli. Not that he was crazy in love with her; it all had to do with family respect and honor. The Mancuso and Porcelli families had been tight for years, first in the old neighborhood in Brooklyn and later in the Jersey suburb they both relocated to. Vinnie and Carla had known each other since they were kids; he could still remember her in scrappy pigtails and braces chasing after the boys on her bicycle. She wanted to be part of the "secret brotherhood", but that was only for the boys---who always wound up eluding poor Carla. As far as Vinnie and his goumbas were concerned, girls belonged at home playing with Barbie and having tea parties while the boys pretended they were Al Capone and his nefarious gang. Carla's younger-by-one-year brother, Carmine, was part of the gang and got many whippings from old Mrs. Porcelli for teasing his sister and not letting her play with the other children. Carmine, a real good-looking sonofabitch even then, once managed to convince eleven-year-old Vinnie to let him unzip his fly and gave Vincenzo his first real blow job---they were blood brothers after all. The little Italian stallion ended up blowing all the boys in their "club" before the damned summer was over. Who woulda thought that years later he would've ended up marrying Teresa Saldono, the broad with the biggest set of tits on the northeastern seaboard and that, almost three years later, Vinne would end up marryin' his sister. Carla had grown up to be a big-mouthed, long-nosed---but beautiful---bitch on wheels. She spent more time in the fuckin' beauty parlor than she did in the shopping mall, and was always on the goddamned phone with one of her many girlfriends. She'd let Vinnie know right off the bat that she wasn't nuts about sex and would give it up only when she was in the mood. When the mood struck (at least twice a month) the Italian Princess behaved like a wanton whore in heat, more than making up for earlier missed opportunities. Vinnie knew marriage wasn't gonna stop him from sampling some other pussy around town. And, when it came down to it, he didn't really think Carla would even mind. Well, at least, not much. They were honorin' the contract between their parents and that's all it came down to in the end. On this particularly hot August morning Vinnie was stretched out on a lounge chair in the secluded back yard of the home he'd bought not far from his parents in a quiet Jersey neighborhood. It wasn't even 9 AM yet and the fuckin' sun was beatin' down on his fine body. Last night, in lieu of a bachelor's party, all the guys had gone out for some midnight fishing and boozing. They'd had a decent time; only problem was with the girl his best buddy---and best man---Angelo was supposed to have arranged for the party. She never showed up! A boat full of horny Italians set out for the sea minus the paid bimbo who was supposed to give them all a little head! Vinnie knew his marriage was startin' off on the wrong foot when he couldn't get some tail on the last night of his bachelorhood. But he caught a decent amount of fish and didn't get too drunk. Ang had stayed over the night in the guest room and was still snorin' up a storm in the chilly air conditioning. Finding himself restless, Vinnie had come outside to let the brutal sun beat him into submission---just as Carla would probably end up doing for the rest of his life! Vincenzo Mancuso was a ruggedly handsome 28-year-old Siciliano stud with short, thick and wavy jet-black hair, its coloring matching those heavy eyebrows which nearly met at the center of his naturally tanned face. His eyes, now shut behind dark sunglasses, were a piercing blue shade and bordered by long, almost feminine, black lashes. He had a strong jaw, now covered with grizzly stubble, and thick, succulent lips. The only thing saving him from perpetual pretty boy status was the break in the natural line of his nose, caused once in a high-school football game which got highly competitive and another time in a fist fight with Sammy "The Slimeball" Foscone when the little weasel disparaged the Mancuso family name. Living up to his reputation, Sammy had Vinnie jumped by his hoods in the midst of the altercation which laid Vincenzo up for close to a week. Shortly after Vinnie's Uncle Luigi heard of the event, Sammy disappeared and was never seen or heard from again. Vinnie didn't ask no questions---he didn't wanna know nuthin'. Sweat broke out over Vinnie's big, strong body in the hot morning sunshine. He was only wearing a pair of knee-length cotton drawstring shorts which were slung low on his waist and pulled up high on his meaty thighs. The unforgiving sun washed over his broad linebacker shoulders and massive chest, his pecs covered with a dusting of dark manly hair which trailed down in an almost-straight line over his hard belly, outlined his indented navel and then spread out ever-wider into the waistband of his shorts. His thick, hairy legs were stretched out to either side of the lounge, bare feet planted on the neatly trimmed grass below. Vincenzo enjoyed the way the strong sun was making his body feel and arched his back up as if to meet its rays while he ran a big hand over his sweaty torso, cupped a pumped-up pec and dug thick fingers through the dense jungle in his moist armpit. The other muscled arm was raised on the chaise beneath his bulk, elbow out at a ninety-degree angle with his head cupped in the palm of that hand. The intense heat beating into his olive skin was awesome, almost like some kind of wicked aphrodisiac that was beginning to make him horny as hell. He slid that wandering hand down over his thick body again and stuffed it into the front of his pants. It was all hot and musky inside there. His wiry pubes were awful damp as he brushed past them and cupped his big, sweaty ballsac with all four fingers while his thumb hooked around the base of his hairy root. Squeezing his meaty sac, Vinnie decided lack of expected sex from the "bachelor party girl" last night was what had him so cooked up today. Carla'd already told him she was on the rag so there would be nuthin' happenin' on the wedding night and here he was with a hard-on forming in his shorts! What the fuck, Vinnie thought to himself, Angelo's still passed out in the house and there's a few hours to kill before the ceremony so why not jerk off, take a swim and then start to get ready for il matrimonio. Taking hold of his thick shaft, Vinnie slowly began to pump it inside his sweaty drawers. "Looks fuckin' hot, Vince, you need some help there, l'amico?" His humpy body visibly jumped as the deep, masculine voice startled him. Vince's eyes shot wide open and looked up through dark lenses at his brother-in-law-to-be, Carmine Porcelli, standing there right at the foot of the lounge. The sneaky sonofabitch had that wiseass look spread all over his face, just like the cat who'd caught the canary. "What de fuck, Carmine!" he growled, yanking his hands out of his pants and trying to sit up to conceal the obvious protrusion tenting the loose material of his shorts. "Whatchoo doin' sneakin' up on a guy?" "Ey, Vincent, no sneakin' up. I come right tru the fuckin' gate. How's I s'posed to know you'd be out here playin' witchyerself," he added with that sneaky lecherous grin. "Whaddaya, gettin' ready for bangin' the fuck outa my sista ta'nite?" He placed the suit bag he'd been carrying across the back of a nearby chair. Twenty-seven year old Carmine, at 5'7", stood a full inch taller than Vince and had dark brown hair which had been cut in one of those trendy fades ever since he started thinning out up there---not so much as to be noticeable, but it sure as shit was noticeable to him. Carmine was fastidious about his appearance; his wife with the mammoth hooters was the slob of that family. The dude was always impeccably groomed and dressed to the nines. He had a long, angular face with those classic high cheekbones which he attempted to offset with a neatly manicured goatee. The guys often teased him about it, claiming Carmine had grown the thing cos Teresa liked to have her pussy ticked when he went down there to mangiare. His eyes were a few shades lighter than his hair, almond-shaped and forever teasing. Today, Mr. G-fucking-Q was wearing Versace shorts and a pastel-colored tank top, which showed off his gym-toned biceps and strong, muscular legs. He surprised Vince by sitting his ass down right on the edge of the lounge Vinnie was occupying. "Nah, man," he replied, embarrased as hell in front of Carmine that his fuckin' dick wasn't goin' down. "She's on the rag! No pussy for me even on my freakin' weddin' night." "Whaddaya, kiddin?!" Carmine exclaimed, spreading his Jack La Lanne arms dramatically. "The whole fuckin' house over there knows she's on a rag! My sista's a bitch on wheels and right now they got the double whammy goin' on with my fuckin' Teresa playin' her maida onnah. Beween you and me, Vinnie," he lowered his voice conspiratorially, "you could do a whole lot bettah." Vinnie gave him a brotherly slap against his smooth-shaven right cheek. "You know why I got to marry her, Carmine, come on." "Yeah, yeah," Carmine sing-songed, sadly shaking his head and focusing on the big bulge fighting to get out of Vince's cotton baggys. "Yo, Vinnie, it ain't like I haven't seen that big fuckin' thinga yaws befaw. You wanna jerk off, go ahead and jerk off. Wit that fuckin' Teresa not washin' her twat much lately, I been jerkin' off an awful lot myself. Where's fuckin' Angelo, I'll bet he ain't got a piece lately eithah. We can have ourselves a circle jerk, just like old times!" "We ain't done that shit since we was twelve yeahs old," Vinnie chided him. "And Angelo's still passed out in there; I dunno what de fuck he was drinkin' on that boat but he musta really got himself fucked up." Carmine laughed loudly, his playful eyes dancing. "Guess he didn't catch no fish, huh! Me neither. But it looks like I'm gonna catch the biggest one right now!" And without any further warning, his hand shot foward and took hold of the throbbing bulge growing out of Vince's sweaty groin. Stunned, Vince's breath caught in his throat as his sensitive piece was fondled through the soft material of his shorts by his future wife's brother! Swallowing hard, he managed, "Carmine, what the fuck you think you're doin'?" Carmine was sliding his other hand up and under the leg opening and instantly found Vincent's sopping wet ballsac, which he took into his palm and gently squeezed while continuing to stroke the cloth-covered ramrod. "If my sista ain't gonna take care-a you, at least her brutha can lend a hand...or mouth....or asshole....whatevah you want, Vincent." "Wh-Whatdaya mean?" Vince stammered. "You ain't no fuckin' queah! What about Teresa? Those big fuckin titsa hers!" Carmine made a face. "What---you think she lets me near them things?! One time in all the years we're married! One fuckin' time I get to titty-fuck her! I tell ya, Vince, there'll all cunts. Only one you can count is is your goumbas!" To accentuate the point he pulled one leg of the shorts high up on Vincent's hairy thigh and fished cock out into the open. All eight rock-hard and bulging inches of fat Italian sausage sprang into view, pulsing with a maddening fury. Leaning in a little closer, Carmine spat full onto the thick veiny cockstalk, wrapped his fingers around the hot meat and began jerking his buddy off while he continued to fondle that weighty set of macho balls. "Yo, Carmine," Vince whispered breathlessly, "we shouldn't be doin' this, man. I'm marryin' your sista in a couplea hours. And...and Angelo's upstairs in the house." But he had to admit to himself that it sure felt good to have somebody other than himself playin' with his desperately horny manhood. "Hey Vinnie, don' worry 'bout it," Carmine replied, slowly and methodically twisting the closed palm of his spit-slickened hand along the magnificent shaft from root to head. His other hand released the drooping, hairy nutsac and took to massaging Vincent's strong inner thigh. "Angelo's dead to the world and what my fuck of a sista don' know ain't gonna hurt her. Think of this as an early wedding present from your future il cognato." He was about to protest a bit further, reminding Carmine that they weren't eleven-year-old pre-pubescent boys hanging out in a clubhouse any longer---not to mention the fact that he wasn't into guys (although his big throbber appeared to be having one hell of a good time in Carmine's busy hand). But, just as he was forming the words to call a stop to their manplay, the fleshy lips of his piss slit spread open and a dewy drop of pre-cum pulsed out. Like a predatory vulture, Carmine swooped right down and slid his tongue over the surface of Vinnie's big cockhead, lapping up the tasty man-goo. And then he went for broke, slipping the purple-tinged helmet between his lips and sucking away on it as he continued to jerk the long length of the bloated shaft. "AW, FUCK!" Vince groaned as he fell back against the slightly elevated lounge. Carmine's lips inched their way down his formidable slab of beef, slurping up the hardened flesh and lodging the leaking swollen dickhead far back into his greedy mouth. With the goatee framed around the other man's oral cavity, Vinnie momentarily thought to himself that it almost looked like a pussy gobbling up his bloated snout with such a fierce energy---but it sure felt a whole lot better than anything he'd ever fucked before. Stretching his arms up to cup his head in the palms of his hands, Vinnie curiously watched as Carmine went to work sucking and face-fucking his thick, corded shaft. Carmine made himself comfortable between Vince's widely spread legs, his hands braced on the macho stud's muscular, hairy thighs as he devoured more and more of the magnificent prick. For years he'd wanted to get back into Vincent's pants to find out if the grown man was anywhere near as scrumptuous as when he'd been a pre-teen. Carmine fucked pussy sometimes, but he'd had an all-consuming weakness for straight cock as far back as he could remember. He wasn't interested in the gay trade, although on occasion he let some of the manlier fags blow his joint---but he never returned the favor. And he'd tried a fews bi-scenes, but that didn't seem to do it for him either. No, only a 100% certified hunky hetero male could quench his desire---and Vincent Mancuso was the studliest slab of beef he'd ever known! He knew this was probably his one and only chance, so Carmine was determined to give Vinnie the best fuckin' blow job of his life and maybe ---who knew, just maybe in the future when Carla-the-cunt was holdin' out on him---Vinnie might remember the damned good time given to him by his brother-in-law, the primo cocksucker. The good-looking narcissistic Italian's mouth was noisily working on Vince, struggling like hell to swallow the entire cock to the hilt. He was making all kinds of gurgling and gagging sounds and breathing heavily through his flared nostrils. The tight muscles in his throat relaxed and, with one final gulp, Carmine impaled himself on eight inches of prime manbeef. With the fat knot lodged firmly in his throat, Carmine still managed to flick his tongue against the thick root which tasted of musky man-sweat. He deeply inhaled the pungent aroma of Vincent's thick bush pressed firmly against his nose as he used both hands to alternately grasp, yank and milk the heavy, drooping ballsac resting between the dark-haired man's legs. Vinnie was moanin' and groanin' and his hips were squirming all over the place, attesting to the fact that he was enjoying the lip service. He started humping up and down, trying to fuck Carmine's slick, wet throat with that big tool. Before he suffocated on dick, Carmine came up off the fat hog and started slobbering all over the tasty piece. He used his lips and tongue all over the meaty shaft, paying special attention to suck up all the juice abundantly leaking from Vinnie's fat dickslit and then buried his face in the humid warmth of the hairy ballbag. Rolling one nut in his expert mouth, and then the other, Carmine never stopped stroking the hot, flexing hard-on. If Carmine hadn't known it was damned near impossible, he would have thought the bulging beauty was growing even larger in his grasp! "You got one hot fuckin' dick, buddy," he managed between mouthfuls, looking up past the towering cock at the groom-to-be, who was all kinds of sexed-up at this point. Unfiltered by cloud cover the beating sun, combined with the torrid sex action, bathed Vincent's body in a wet sheen of perspiration. Rivulets of hot male sweat were liberally pouring off his hard, muscular flesh, pooling in each rippled indention along his washboard torso and making him look even more irresistibly desirable. So preoccupied was he with servicing that big delicious cock, Carmine hadn't realized that his own sweat glands were drenching his clinging tank top and that his crotch and ass-crack were sopping wet. Barely losing a beat, he shucked all his clothes and started paying some attention to his own straining seven-plus incher. Lifting Vinnie's hefty ball sac, now heavily coated with his saliva, Carmine buried his face in the hunk's secret spot. Things were real wet and sweaty down there; goddamn if it didn't smell like the raunchiest locker room he'd ever been in. Carmine reveled in the intoxicating masculine aroma between balls and asshole and managed to snake the tip of his tongue to Vinnie's hairy hole. "Holy Fuckin' Shit!" Vinnie moaned, running the back of his hand over his profusely perspiring forehead. "Gotta jump in the pool.....sweatin' my balls off!" But Carmine wasn't about to let him go anywhere. He licked his way up and over one strong, muscular inner thigh and attacked Vince's navel, sucking the pool of sweat from his indentation. Working like a determined cat, he lapped up every bead of funky man sweat settled across those washboard abs and, tracing the free-flowing trickles cascading down Vince's chest, soon had his face buried in the wet fuzz adorning his pecs. The big, dark nipples poking out from beneath a soft covering of hair were looking too plump to resist, so Carmine took one fleshy protrusion between his lips and wildly sucked. With his gym-toned arms to either side of Vincent, supporting his weight, he was practically on top of the other man at this point. Vinnie was bucking and straining beneath him, his soaking-wet head rolling from side to side, so it was inevitable when their big cocks eventually came into contact. In no time flat, Carmine was holding them both together in one overstuffed hand and gliding his aching glans along Vinnie's rock-hard length. Generous amounts of pre-cum oozed from both their cockslits, creating natural lubrication for a friendly dick fuck. "Aw, fuck, Carmine!" Vince panted. "What de fuck are you doin' to me? This ain't.....we shouldn't.....can't be really happenin'....gotta stop....gotta stop this shit!" But for all his feeble protesting, Vinnie did nothing to push Carmine away. Carmine's hot breath washed over Vincent's face. "No stoppin' now, Vinnie. You're all horned up and wantin' ta get off jus' as much as me. And I'm just gettin' goin', man." Before Vince knew what was happening, Carmine had hoisted himself up to straddle his loins and was lowering his chiseled ass right onto Vincent's big, flared cockhead! Carmine reached behind him to grab the fat cock in his fist and rubbed it along the hard, smooth cheeks of his ass. Vince tried to open his mouth to object, but the words seemed to just stick in his throat, especially when Carmine slid the leaking tool along his hair-lined crack. Pressing it tight against his steamy trench, the pretty boy Italian began to ride along the swollen length of Vinnie-meat. "Oh yeah, Vinnie-buddy, you gonna drill me with that nice big cock o' yours," he said breathlessly. "I wanna feel ev'ry inch of that fuckin' man meat up my hot hole, rammin' the fuck outa me, plowin' my tight muscle. I'm gonna fuck you layin' right there on your back and it's gonna feel so fuckin' good, Vinnie, so fuckin' good! I'm gonna make you cum like you ain't never cum before, drainin' your big man balls up in my hairy asshole, fillin' my guts up with your hot, white cum! Oh, yeah, Vinnie, it's gonna' be so fuckin' good!" Sweat was flowing down his long, wide back and making his shit ditch nice and wet. The thick, veiny cock in his hands throbbed meanly against his spine as the man-sweat washed over its excited length, mixing with the free-flowing ball juice to make a slick fuck tool. His own cock arced out in front of him, thick ropes of jizz dangling from the fat head and dropping down to create a sticky pool on Vincent's tight abdominals. Vinnie was breathing real heavy and an angry expression washed over his handsome face. Gritting his teeth, he reached down to take hold of his fat cock and aimed the head right at Carmine's tight pucker. "Hold that fucker open," he snarled. "You want this cock, you're gonna get it, you queer bastard!" Carmine's hands immediatley went to his buttocks and spread them as far as humanly possible, his sweaty manhole gaping open invitingly. With a pained "AARRRRGGGGHHHHHH", Vincent thrust his hips upward and buried the huge head and three inches of his mammoth meat inside his future-brother-in-law's ass. Carmine groaned pleasurably as his ass ring was breached by thick, manly cock. He opened wide, coaxing Vince to drive inch after inch deeper and deeper into him. The monster prick was rubbing against his prostate and prompting his seven incher to do a dance of delight. Unable to stand any more of the tease, Carmine allowed his weight to drop onto Vince's loins and buried the cock up to the hilt in his hungry hole. They both moaned in unison, their heads thrown back and mouths agape. With his man-trench packed solid, Carmine began to move, riding up and down on the huge stiffer throbbing away in his guts. Vinnie was thrashing around on the lounge, grabbing the edges of the seat in his big hands and tossing his head from side to side at the never-before-felt sensations of such a tight, hot fuckhole. Leaning back to support his weight on his hands, Carmine continued to hump his sweltering innards with Vince's strong cocktube. Steamy heat from his ass poured all over the thick rod, making it pulse wildly deep inside him. Raising himself almost all the way off, he allowed his ass ring to gobble at the ridge of the bulbous crown before sliding his lips down the meaty shaft until he'd reached the base and felt those bawdy ballbags tapping at his buns. Vinnie was totally turned on by the incredible tickling friction of the fine hairs surrounding Carmine's asshole against his sensitive rod with each deep penetration. Almost without thinking, he placed his big man's hands on Carmine's bulging thighs and began to massage the straining muscles. Carmine propped himself up by only one hand, bringing the other around to take hold of his leaking meat and flog it mercilessly. He knew now that he had never---ever---had a REAL man up his ass before and couldn't wait until he'd rolled over onto his back and had Vinnie up on top of him driving away, plunging into new and undiscovered depths. "YO, WHA'S THIS SHIT? YOU MISERABLE FUCKS ARE STARTIN' THE PRE-GAME SHOW WIT'OUT THE BEST MAN?" The unexpected interruption froze both rutting studs in mid-fuck. They both whipped their heads towards the sound of the deep, loud voice and saw Angelo standing there pulling off the crumpled white T-shirt he'd slept in and stepping out of his cotton boxers. His fat hog sprang up in instantaneous erection, attesting to the fact that he wasn't quite as hungover from the night of partying as the other guys had originally thought. A thin smile played across Carmine's face as he saw the reaction he and Vinnie were having on the fine-looking Sicililan stud's package and he began to rotate his ass again on the thick pole wedged way up there inside of him as he scoped the other guy out from head to toe. Angelo was a few months older than Vinnie, but every bit as macho and manly. His dark hair was buzz-cut close to his scalp, complimenting his round baby-face. Those wide brown eyes of his always seemed to be mischeviously sparkling, as they were right now watching the action on the sweaty lounge. A day's growth of charcoal beard darkened his jaw, matching the coat of hair that covered his torso. Angelo wasn't popping musculature like the other two men---his wife of seven years and their three kids left little time for toning workouts at the gym---but he was solidly built and strong as an ox. Carmine licked his lips as he checked out the thick shaft rising from Angelo's hairy groin, all corded with muscles and heavy winding veins, every bit as large as Vinnie's pleasing piece. Hung bull's balls swung back and forth between his meaty thighs as he approached them, one large hand carelessly caressing his rock-hard dick. "Thoughtchoo gave up cock suckin' when you got married, Carmine," he addressed the goateed fuckee, reaching out to tweak one of the beefcake's stiff nipples between his thick thumb and index finger. "Wished Ida know'd you was still takin' care-a yer old gang. Ida had you teach my old lady how to give a man head; she can't suck for nuthin'. Didja know pretty boy here was suckin' my dick up till I was about nineteen, Vinnie? Pretty fuckin' good, ain't he?" When Vinnie didn't automatically respond, Carmine tensed his strong anal muscles and squeezed the manly man's buried beefstick. "AH, YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," Vinnie moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against the cushion. "Fuck it, I gotta me some of this," Angelo muttered and stepped up onto the lounge. He stood directly over Vinnie's writhing body facing Carmine and thrust his big package out towards his face. "Come on, bitch, suck me off like ya used to do!" In less than a heartbeat, Carmine latched onto the fat, jutting prong. He slid his wet, pooched-out lips over the dripping snout, locking them under the swollen flanged rim, and swirled his tongue around the heated cockhead gathering up every drop of precum. His even white teeth nibbled at the undersize of the big man's sensitive ridge as he dragged his mouth muscle along the deep clefted piss-slit, producing another wave of goo. "Fuck yeah, you ain't lost it Carmine, you can still suck cock better than any cunt I ever knew, buddy." His hands were on his hips now, which had begun to move in little fucking motions driving his heavy rod deeper between Carmine's sweet lips. "Come on, pretty boy, take it all! Suck that fuckin' dick with your pretty mouth. Swallow that whole fuckin' dick! OH YEAH!" It seemed like he'd suddenly been enveloped in a sinkhole when Carmine opened his throat wide and swallowed down all eight big, horny inches. Vince had witnessed the devouring from his vantage point below. He couldn't tear his eyes away from between Angelo's hairy legs, standing to either side of him, where Vinnie could plainly enjoy the sloppy cocksucking scene. Carmine's lips were stretched impossibly wide to accomodate the huge girth, wider even than Vinnie's. That fat, vein-covered cock was buried so damned deep in the prized cocksucker's mouth that Vinnie thought Carmine should be choking on it. Saliva was leaking out of the corners of the guy's mouth and there were all sorts of strangled groans coming from way down in his perfectly developed chest. Taking Carmine by the hips, Vinnie pulled him back down onto his pulsing shaft and started thrusting in and out of the hot man hole with a renewed vigor. Angelo slid his steely-hard mantool out of Carmine's throat just until the rim of his knob threatened to pass over the goateed stud's upper lip and then, taking hold of the back of the other man's head, began plunging his married man's cock in and out of the wide-open mouth. Carmine sucked and swallowed, reveling in the manly flavors liberally flooding his senses. The baseball-sized cockhead repeatedly dove down his throat, the gorged veins along the mighty shaft gliding over his lips and along his tongue as it made its almost brutal descent. The cock in his ass was ramming up into him and introducing Carmine to places he didn't even know he had. He was going cock crazy with his sister's future husband and his former childhood friend stuffing him from both ends. The three men were huffing and puffing and sweating up a storm under the hot August sun. Droplets of sweat were flying everywhere. Their bodies were loudly slapping together. Deep, manly moans and groans of sex-pig ecstasy grew louder and more frantic. His mat of dark chest chair was plastered against Angelo's dark skin, water freely flowing down his masculine torso to encircle the base of his trunk-like cock and more-than-adequately moisten Carmine's stuffed lips. Mansweat from both of them was literally washing down over Vincent's body, as he thrusted about beneath them. Carmine's rubber band was totally relaxed, his hole gaping wide open and allowing Vince to fuck him without restraint. Watching his best buddy getting eaten alive by Carmine was driving Vinnie absolutely nuts and gave him the stamina to keep up his energetic pace. Angelo's big hairy bubble butt was directly over him and spraying his face with hot sweat every time he slammed into Carmine's slutty mouth. Vinnie and Angelo had been naked around each other on numerous occasions over the years, primarily in the locker room after a session of basketball, but they'd never really paid much attention to the other's physical attributes---they were straight men, after all! This, however, was an entirely different set of circumstances entirely. Vinnie couldn't help but be turned on by the way his buddy's meaty thighs tensed and his round booty dimped as he roughly fucked the hell out of Carmine's throat. Every time he yanked his slippery beefstick away from Carmine, the hairy cleft of his ass parted just enough for Vinnie to see the bigger man's pink bunghole. For some inexplicable reason, it drove Vinnie wild with lust and enticed him to pound even more frantically up into the splayed asshole hovering over his groin. "You like my ass, Vinnie-boy?" Angelo was looking over his strong shoulder down into Vinnie's sex-glazed face. Vinnie opened his mouth to offer up some kind of defense, but Angelo cut him right off. "Don' even try to deny it, bud. I see you checkin' out my package. Bangin' ole Carmine's shitter's got you hot for manhole, don't it? Ya want a closer look?" Before Vinnie knew what was happening, Angelo squatted down so that his big hairy butt was mere inches from Vince's face. The big stud was holding onto Carmine's head for support, keeping him locked between his widely spread, straining thighs and allowing the crazy cocksucker to take over all the work for a little while. Dragging Carmine forward had changed a slight shift in positioning, which allowed Vince's big mandick to massage his prostrate from a new and more interesting angle. Vinnie involuntarily inhaled the musky maleness of Angelo's bubbled ass thrust out right there in front of him. There was no avoiding the abundant sweat raining down from his hairy body all over Vincent's face. Several slick drops washed onto his lips and Vinnie secretly slid out his tongue to taste the other man's sweat. His thick dick swelled even larger in Carmine's grasping fuckhole and he feared he might pop his nut at any moment. "Go on, you fuck!" Angelo ordered. "Eat my fuckin' hole! It ain't gonna make you queer; jus' preten' its pussy and dig your tongue up in there! Come on, Vinnie! FUCKIN' DO IT!" Vince's breathing had reached a panting crescendo and all sense of self-control became lost in his fevered sexual pitch. Slapping the palms of his hands on Angelo's twin melons, he yanked the hairy globes apart and plunged his face headlong into the sweaty, slimy trench. It didn't smell like pussy, it didn't feel like pussy, and it sure as hell didn't taste like pussy, but Vinnie treated Angelo's shitter as if it was the juiciest pussy he'd ever had the pleasure of eating. With long swipes. he ran his tongue up and down along the tangy crevice, thoroughly soaking it with his rabid spittle. There was a continuous low, masculine groan coming from his throat as he slurped up all of Angelo's funky ass-juices. "YEAH, VINNIE-BABY, THA'S IT, OH MAN, THA'S IT!" He hooked a thumb in the corner of Carmine's mouth and yanked the buffed stud off his joint, speaking now directly to him. "You know how long I wanted to get my best buddy to eat my fuckin' hole? Longer than you been waitin' to get back at my dick, you sloppy cocksucker you! I'd sure like for that sleazy cunt wife of yours to see you right now enjoyin' all this hot fuckin' dick." He was holding his rigid meat at the base, rotating it temptingly in front of Carmine's begging lips. "Didja know I fucked her a week before you married the bitch...titty-fucked her, that is. Shot my load all over her face, too. Bitch prob'ly wiped it off and went to play kissy-face wit' you, but you couldn't even tell cos you probably just got done suckin' some queer bastard off." He spat a wad of gooey phlegm at Carmine, who took it full in his mouth and then dove ball's deep back down on the oozing python coiled in front of him, the same serpent which had once violated his bride. "EWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH," Angelo exclaimed, throwing back his head and grinding his ass down on Vinnie's face. Thankfully, at about the same time he'd begun eating butt, Vinnie had ceased pounding Carmine's hole or he would have definitely shot his wad hearing Angelo's wicked revelation. Of course, being Ang's best friend Vinnie had already known about his tryst with Teresa, but hearing him tell the whore's husband while the poor bastard was feasting on his dick was a definite ball-churner. For a fleeting moment, Vinnie wondered if Angelo had knocked the socks to his Carla---and then settled in to eating the truth out of him. With his nose buried in the pungent crack, he concentrated on licking around Angelo's swollen asslips. Probing at the wrinkled folds of flesh with the tip of his tongue, Vince was dutifully rewarded when the hot manhole pulsed open, its ruby-red lips distended outwards and quivering expectantly. Vinnie shoved his fat, wet tongue deep into the wide-open hole and rapidly flicked it around the tasty walls of the steamy chasm. "AH, YEAH, VINNIE! FUCK YEAH! TONGUE MY FUCKIN' HOLE!" Angelo bellowed loudly. Vinnie went to town slapping, sucking, slurping, poking and probing---searching like the dickins for Angelo's sensitive prostate which seemed just out of reach of his long tongue. But he had a hell of a lot of fun digging for it with his stubbled overnight-beard raking up against Ang's big, tight and sweaty man's ass. The double treat of Carmine deep-throating his monster and Vinnie tongueing his shit-trench was becoming too overwhelming for macho Angelo, who didn't want to pop his nut just yet. Hoisting himself up, he stepped off the lounge with his big tool swinging in front of him and turned to look at Vinnie, whose cock was still wedged up inside of Carmine but looking somewhat dumbfounded---or possibly disappointed?---by the sudden disentanglement. Angelo's massive, veiny tool bulged even larger as he observed his wet ass juices all over Vinnie's good-lookin' face. "Wassamaddawit'chu Vinnie, eaten out a guys ass? You want for people in the neigborhood to think you a queer or somethin'? Hah? HAH?" he taunted as he playfully slapped Vinnie's cheek, all the while wearing a big knowing grin. Speechless, Vinnie swallowed hard---and then his attention was diverted to Carmine, who had begun bouncing up and down on his stiff prick again. Carmine's rocket was an angry purple and looked like it was three seconds from take-off as he impaled himself deeply on Vinnie's dangerous weapon. Angelo came up behind Carmine and, grasping Vinnie's spread thighs, pulled the copulating couple down to the very edge of the sweat-soaked lounge. Pressing his hairy chest against Carmine's soaked back, he brought his arms around the chiseled beefcake and held him tight to his body with his face nuzzled against the side of his neck. He sucked at Carmine's neck, nipped at his lobe and plunged his tongue into the cock-hungry whore's ear. Carmine was sex-moanin' all over the place, and even Vinnie became aware of his own whimpering as he observed Angelo making hot fuckin' male love to their longtime friend. Ang was rolling one of Carmine's big, swollen nipples between two fingers and had reached down to take the heated stud's rigid meat in his hand, stroking it slowly and sensuously as he continued to suck on his ear. "You wanna get fucked by the both of us, baby?" he whispered hotly, sending warm rushes of exhilaration through Carmine's overheated body. "Ever have two big, hard cocks up your ass at the same time, slut?" "No," Carmine sighed, then quickly added, "but, yeah...YEAH!! DO IT!! FUCK ME WIT TWO FAT PRICKS!!!" Angelo cupped Carmine's tight ass in both hands and lifted him almost all the way off Vince's burning hot poker. Sliding his thick throbber flush up against Vinnie's pulsing tool, he held their cocks together in both his hands. Vinnie could feel the heat radiating from Angelo's massive joint along the underside of his own jutting prong and the weight of the stud's heavy nutsac nuzzling up against his hairy orbs. Their equally fat mushroomed cockheads kissed, oozing mansnot profusely leaking from their thick slits and washing together down the long lengths of hot Sicilian man meat. An aggressive Angelo fucked his tubestick along Vinnie's wet member, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his best buddy's cock working up against his thick, meaty dong. Grasping just under the defined ridge of their blood-engorged helmets, he directed the twin cockpoles to Carmine's yawning manhole. The warm, mushy lips of Carmine's ass were quivering with a mixture of fear and anticipation as the invading muscles pushed slowly into him, splitting his hole so fuckin' wide Carm fleetingly wondered how he'd ever manage to take a normal shit again. Both sexy Italian studs worked in unison, their two fat cocks merged into one, as they forced formidable inch after formidable inch farther and deeper up Carmine's wrecked rectum. Short, high-pitched cries escaped Carmine's drooling lips as his entire channel was stretched impossibly wide by the invading rock-hard pricks, but he made no attempt to stop the barbaric assault. In fact, Carmine assisted the two fuckers by squatting even lower onto their penetrating organs. Throbbing rippled veins and warm arching curves slid through his mushy membranes, pushing aside all obstructions making way for sixteen-plus inches of glorious straight cock. "AARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!" Carmine released a deep, gravelly cry when the menacing tools hit rock bottom and began pulsing against each other way up in his guts. With eyes squeezed tightly shut and lips spread in a tight grimace of pleasure/pain, Carmine threw his soaking-wet head back against one of Angelo's strong, rounded shoulders, rolling it from side to side. Totally embedded in the ultra-tight chute along with Vinnie's thick sausage, Angelo brought his big, hairy arms around Carmine, holding him close, and locked his lips onto the gyrating stud's exposed throat. His thick fingers sought out the buffed man's protruding nipples and roughly kneaded them as he chewed and sucked on Carmine's smooth neck, creating the beginnings of what would prove to be an ugly telltale purple welt. Teresa would certainly notice it, she might even raise a little hell, but Angelo knew in the long run she could give two shits what Carmine, her husband, did. He was one of the few who knew that Sammy "The Foot" Gagliano was bangin' the fuck out of Teresa on a somewhat regular basis. Sammy was an ugly sonofabitch with one glass eye, but the legendary size of his appendage which had prompted his surname, was all that mattered to chubby Teresa. Hell, she was no fuckin' prize either so the two of 'em deserved each other---at least in Angelo's book they did. Handsome Vinnie, meanwhile, was swept away by his raging hormones. Never in his life would he have expected to be "getting it on" with two guys he'd known most of his life---especially Angelo! Carmine he could understand; no real man spent so much of his time getting manicures, pedicures, body waxing and practically living at the gym to build up a flawlessly sculpted physique the way Carmine did. But Angelo was nothing like that! Hell, he was more of a macho man than Vinnie was! That's why it shocked, and at the same time curiously aroused Vinnie, to see Ang fondling, fucking and---HOLY SHIT!!---now even swapping spit with the nympho stud who would, in a few hours, become Vinnie's brother-in-law. All these years Angelo had represented the brother he'd never had but, despite their close comraderie, he'd never told Vinnie of his obvious male lust. In a few short minutes Vinnie had surmised that his best buddy was a sex hound who would fuck anything with a warm, open hole. "EY, VINNIE!" the big guy had his stubbly chin rested on Carmine's shoulder and was looking down at the groom-to-be. "Whatsamadda wit' you? You got your dick up the hottest hole in this fuckin' county and you're just laying there like a fuckin' stiff! Ain't we always done everything together? Get your ass movin' and help me fuck the shit outa this prime piece of man-pussy!" Vinnie's ass was right at the edge of the lounge, his muscular legs stretched wide and feet planted on the manicured lawn. (Sometime later, reflecting on the moment, he wondered how the goddamn thing had kept from flipping over with so much action going on at one end.) Grabbing Carmine by the sides of his tight, trim waist, Vinnie brought himself up to a sitting position which caused his big cock to suddenly shift in the super-tight asshole. Supporting himself now on the edge of the seat by the heel of his palms, Vinnie began stabbing his ripe meat into Carmine's warm, sloshy guts. Angelo started moving, too, but with longer and more deliberate fucking motions. His fat pork sword glided along Vinnie's thick cum vein as he evacuated the steamy hole and then quickly stuffed every ass-splitting inch back in---driving all three of them crazy with ball-busting desire. Carmine's straining cock was trapped between his and Vinnie's bodies, his balls were drawn up tight to his body and there was a steady flow of pre-cum leaking all over Vincent's flat belly. Both men bulldozed the willing fuckhole with increasing fury, their aching cocks deeply plowing into the highly pleasurable manpit. Each rutting stud groaned a little bit louder when his swollen cockhead touched the bulbous knob of his buddy way up there in the farthest recesses of Carmine's bawdy hole. Vinnie wasn't exactly sure which felt better: the gripping tightness of Carm's tender cunt or the throbbing thickness of Angelo's deadly dick gliding along his slippery rod. They fucked him alternately---one dick in, one dick out. They fucked him simultaneously---both gargantuan weapons buried to the hilt. They fucked fast; they fucked slow. They teased; they pleased; they tortured; they loved. Carmine, on the ultimate sex high, for once didn't care that he was a sweaty, disheveled mess. In fact, the other two men had never before found him to be quite so desirable as he was in the throes of double-dutch asshole penetration. All three of them were panting, moaning and sweating like pigs, their bodies slapping against each other wetly. Vinnie opened his eyes after one particularly satisfying wave of dick sensations to find himself looking directly into the dark irises of Angelo. Neither sought to break the long, smoldering sexual gaze. Vinnie absently swiped his tongue along his sweat-slickened lips and Angelo dove right in. One big arm hooked around Carmine, burying the goateed stud's face in his rank sweaty pit, grasped Vinnie by the back of his head and planted his thick open lips directly over his mouth. His heavy, swollen tongue forced Vincent's lips apart and stuffed itself into his mouth, smearing mouth juices all over the other guy's palate. Vinnie automatically responded, one hand clutching and rubbing the sexy-feeling buzzed stubble of Angelo's scalp while he noisily and sloppily sucked face with the hairy Italian. Groaning hungrily, he throughly enjoyed the brand new raunchy sensation of a man's kiss as they fought for domination, not only in Carmine's fuckhole, but in each other's mouths. Both their cocks jumped excitedly in the wide, gaping manhole as their hands began randily exploring the dangerous curve of each other's strong, hard male flesh for the very first time. Sandwiched in between the horndog straight guys, Carmine couldn't hold off any longer. With one hairy chest pressed tight against his back, another thick chest pressed against his contoured pecs, both their blood-engorged horsecocks jouncing around in his sweaty box and now---seeing them going at each other like long-lost lovers---it was all too much for him. His entire body shuddered and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream of ecstasy as his beautiful dickhead shot thick ropes of molten cocksnot all over Vincent's bare torso. With each riveting orgasm, his asshole clamped down and tightened over the plunging roots, bringing them closer and closer to release. Carmine remained tensed and bucking until the final dewdrop collected on his large, purplish dickhead and then he just collapsed back against Angelo. Ang pulled his fleshy pole out from the well-fucked hole with a sloshy popping sound and lifted the stud up and off of Vinnie's healthy, straining meat. Vinnie abandoned the lounge, allowing Carmine to lay full back on the cushion while the two of them stood to either side of him, rapidly flogging their angry cocks. Carmine's head moved from side to side, gazing into one pulsing piss-hole and then the other, wondering which would open its fleshy lips first and shower him with tasty man-juice. The horny slut lifted his legs, pulling his knees in close and, as if he hadn't already had enough, thrust three long fingers into his lusty box and brutally shoved them in and out. Vinnie's mouth fell open and a long, deep manly moan vibrated through his vocal chords. His pulse quickened, his breathing grew short and heavy; he felt as though his legs would buckle from under him. Throwing back his head and thrusting his pelvis forward, he blew a fantastically huge load of thick, creamy cum straight up and over Carmine's body which splashed dead-on to Angelo's fisted cock. "AW, YEAH!" Angelo bellowed as his buddy's cum slickened his poker hot tool and set him right off. Angelo's big nuts tightened up against his body and a jet of ball-juice exploded from his fat shaft and splattered against Vinnie's rippled abs. They were like two endless firehoses, dousing each other's flame with one monstrous, ball-draining, pent-up load after another. Dead center in the path of the splattering rams, Carmine caught the raining residue on his face and managed to gather a fair amount of delicious straight man fucksauce into his cocksuckingly tasty mouth. When Angelo knew he was about to let his last jet go, he hopped up on the lounge straddling Carmine's face, shoved his cock between those expert lips and blasted the rest of his scum right into Carm's feverishly sucking mouth. "So I fucked up on the broad for the bachelor's party," Angelo grinned up at Vinnie. "But wasn't this a whole helluva lot bettah? Huh, buddy?" And then he leaned over to engulf Vinnie's tool in the warmth of his mouth, sloppily licking and sucking every bit of cum residue from the slowly deflating slab of man-beef of his best friend. Carmine spent the better part of the next half hour under the shade of the patio cleaning up the other two studs with his tongue. He lapped up every bit of cum and sweat from their masculine bodies as they lay side by side, mouth to mouth, hand to tit. Somehow, best man Angelo managed to get them all to the church just in the nick of time where, regretably, Vincent Mancuso wed Carla Porcelli....but gained the best fuckin' brother-in-law a horny Italian could ever have. And.....oh yeah, just in case you were wonderin'......Teresa sure as shit threw Carmine outa the house for close to a week when she got a look at that huge sex mark on the side of his neck. Carm was going to check into a hotel rather than temporarily move back in with his mother, but Angelo kindly offered the use of the spare bedroom in his house. And every night, when he was sure that the Mrs. and all the kiddies were sound asleep, Angelo crept down to Carmine's bed and kept his asshole sufficiently stuffed until Vinnie got home from his honeymoon to take over the honors of bangin' his hot-as-a-firecracker new brother-in-law.


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text: Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 20:56:47 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Johnson Subject: training of slave bob 23 I did as I was told, first cleaning out my hole in the familiar way. Then I put on the maid's outfit as she demanded. I got cooking in the kitchen, hoping to get to the fun of the evening. She came in as I was cooking with her old strap-on, and pulled out my plug. She began sliding her cock in me, wiggling around, then pulling out and letting me get back to my work. She did this again and again, teasing my hole. She finally pulled out and slid the plug in, allowing me to plate up her dinner. I served her, and she thanked me. When she was finished, she permitted me to eat the leftovers off her plate on the floor. I then went to clean up, and once again she buried her cock in my hole. I was standing at the sink, so she buried it deep in me, and each time I would move, her rubber cock would jab against one of my boy-pussy walls. The tip was sliding roughly across my prostate, and I was in total bliss. It was hard to focus on the dishes, but soon I was done and able to devote my full energies to Katie. We went back to the living room, where she had me remove my apron and present myself to her. She had me lay down across her lap, as was now a familiar position for me, and with the first hard slap across my tender cheeks, I knew I was in for another wonderful night. My cock was hard and was unsheathed, leaving it vulnerable to friction as I lay across her lap. Pretty soon my chubby naked body was sliding around her lap, my weight squeezing my cock painfully against her thighs. I actually needed to piss more than I needed to cum, but it would be a while before I would be permitted to release either. So I just squirmed like a scared little boy being punished by his Daddy, except I was over a girl's lap. She did not get particularly violent nor did she let up; she simply kept up a firm, continuous assault. She paddled a cheek at a time until I was burning red and felt a sting all over. She then made the pain in my cock only worse by jabbing a dry thumb in my sore cock hole, which of course couldn't hope to resist the invasion. She then spit on my hole before sliding two fingers in and driving them straight for my prostate. I would be in ecstasy except for the fact that I wouldn't be allowed to enjoy the pleasure to the point of release. When Katie thought I was finally punished enough, she shoved me off her lap and I tumbled to the floor, landing hard on my shoulder and stomach, my cock slamming against the floor. She got up and walked into the bed room, leaving me to stare up at her cute ass as she walked out. A minute later she yelled for me to get in there. I walked in, and almost instantly the phone rang. The smile on my face made it clear I shouldn't even ask who it was. I just hit the speaker phone button and loudly spoke. "Hello Sir." "Ah hello Katie. Glad to see PussyBoy's ass on fire like that. No marks on it, but at least he has a nice little glow. Looks like his pussyhole will be red when you're done with him. I was watching that huge strap-on laying on the bed, just waiting to see it buried in PussyBoy. Looks like you will even surpass my big cock, but somehow I think PussyBoy will always know what he truly wants filling his hole. But it does look like he has purchased a worthy substitute to keep his hole supple and ready for his Master's cock. Now PussyBoy, get that cock ready for her like a good little cock-hungry bitch." I walked over to Katie and helped slide the harness over her full hips and secured the straps around her sexy ass. I took the narrower end, which still put my pathetic little cock to shame, and sucked it to moisten it. I then dropped to my knees and began sucking at Katie's clit as I slowly swirled the rubber cock into her hole. When it lodged in the harness, I knew I was in for abuse on the other end. Master suggested from the phone that Katie tie me up to make sure I was in the proper position. I needed very little coaching as I got the bed ready. I placed a wedge pillow the the bed, to keep my shoulders down and my ass out for the taking. I then attached the ankle harnesses and began cinching my ankles into the air before handing the rope to Katie to tighten and tie off. She knew how far to go, tightening it one inch too tight so I would not be able to rest my hips and would literally be suspended in the air unless I painfully tugged at my ankles. I then cuffed my left wrist before being too confined to finish, and Katie gladly secured my other hand. I prepared for the stuffing my ass was about to get. However, Katie had other ideas in mind. She straddled my chest, facing my feet and backed her ass over my face until I was smothered. I breathed in her musky ass scent as I devoured her hole. She began grinding her hips, fully enjoying the tongue bath before climbing off. She climbed up at the end of the bed, rubbed the slightest bit of lube on her immense cock, then aimed it at my hole. She no longer gave me the courtesy of a slow pressure to allow my pussy hole to adapt; she simply jabbed the cock into my hole until I was painfully stretched. This cock was nearly as wide as the can of beer Master had placed in my hole after my first fisting, but this cock substitute certainly did not provide cooling pleasure. Instead, it caused a constant burning in my hole as she stuffed me over full with fake cock. She maintained a steady jackhammer motion, not having the man's worry about pumping too much and worrying about cumming. She could simply thrust again and again, grinding in pleasure as the pressure on her clit brought her to three wet orgasms. She got so wet from riding me that I could feel her juices drip down her fake cock and begin to puddle on my smooth, sweaty ass crack. She seemed to really enjoy the abuse she was giving me, so much so that she couldn't even stand to watch me without my pussy filled; she wanted to change positions but decided to unharness the cock and leave it in me rather than leave me puckering and wanting more. She unclasped my hands and feet, motioning for me to roll over. I thought she simply wanted to fuck me doggy style like I used to try on her (of course I usually failed and could not keep my erection, because I was hiding the fact that I was a faggot pussyboy at the time, and couldn't stay hard fucking pussy when I really wanted my ass filled). However, it soon became clear that she had learned well from Master's instruction, and decided to take the opportunity for a bit more abuse and torture. She then moved the pillow to the end of the bed, and placed a pair of my dirty jeans on top of the pillow. She cuffed my ankles to the legs of the bed and laid me hunched over the pillow, ass full and at the ready. She tugged at my wrists until I was totally splayed across the bed, and secured them to the opposite posts. I was ready to resume her painful thrusts, but she first reached underneath me and made sure the denim was wrapped around my unsheathed cock. She then got behind me and I felt the pressure as she slid back onto her fake cock. When she was strapped in again she made sure she was fully buried, bent over and whispered "Don't you dare cum, PussyBoy," and began a slow, excruciating fuck. I was pulled so tight against the bed, and with each thrust I slid just a bit as my cock ground against the rough denim. My cock had not been unsheathed for a fuck in quite a while, and I was already full of cum and piss, and the combination made the prostate attack unbearable. She just kept up her painfully slow pace. I had forgotten Master was still on the phone, but his voice suddenly boomed into the room. "The view is lovely, but it seems he does not have enough tension in his balls. How about tying them off for a little extra security. He used to keep string in his top drawer for that (she reached behind her, and sure enough, a cum and piss soaked shoe lace was there right in front.) Oh good. Now tie him off and please continue." She did as he said, first tightly tying my balls off and then slapping my cheeks back to life as she began her steady thrusts again. She began getting rougher, grabbing thick handfuls of my chubby butt. She then reached a hand in between our bodies and grabbed at my swollen balls. She looped a finger around each side of my pathetic sack, and began squeezing and yanking on my nuts. She also pulled them back up toward my hole, getting them painfully crushed between our bodies as she fucked me deep. I was in total delight, my cock grinding into the bed, my nuts in pain and my ex's rubber cock force-fucking my hole. I just had to maintain absolute focus to keep from cumming all over the jeans. She must have noticed the look in my face, because she let go f my nuts and switched to scraping a fingernail across my smooth sack. I no longer had her help with the squeezing, and it was all too much. She kept yelling "Don't you dare cum PussyBoy!" as she scraped and continued fucking me. I focused all my energy on obeying her command. Master suggested she untie my balls to take away all assistance and leave me even more vulnerable; he said it would be a test of my self control. He also reminded Katie of just how sensitive and responsive my nipples were, just in case she had forgotten. Of course she hadn't, but she did take the opportunity to tease my nipples with her fingernails, a feeling that had always driven me wild. She even dangled the string in front of my nose, to immerse me in the smells of so many solo sessions with Master. I was truly in bliss, and as my mind drifted I felt the urge to cum. Katie sensed me tensing up, and bent over to nip my ear as she reminded me not to cum. I tried so hard and felt myself slowly absorb the pleasure back in and internalize to avoid cumming. Master sensed the look in my face and decided it was time for him to take control again. "PussyBoy, Cum Now!!!!!!!!!!" his voice came booming through the room. Without any sort of conscious thought, I felt my cock suddenly bathed in a thick puddle of cum. I collapsed on the bed out of exhaustion and embarrassment, my cock a sore, sticky mess. Katie rammed into me hard, yelling that she had told me not to cum because I hadn't been able to cum with the video store guy. But Master's chuckles made it clear that he was in charge of my mind and body, despite being filled currently by Katie's cock. "Oh what a responsive PussyBoy. Sorry Katie, thought you needed to be reminded of where PussyBoy's mind has really been, since long before you ever left him. As you know, I have taken control of his whole body; I know exactly when he will loose control and how to test that limit. You did definitely have a good sense of control and he tried to hold out for you, but of course he did not even need to think about whom to obey when met with conflicting wishes between you and Me. Sorry I had to do that, but I did want to give the pathetic PussyBoy a bit of release before preparing him for his next assignment. I will be summoning him to my dungeon this weekend; his instructions will be forwarded to him shortly. After all, it will be Father's Day, and he has been most like a boy to me. Despite his age and his years of denial of his true sexuality, when he came to me he was like a scared little boy. He had so much sexual energy and no focus or self-control. He wanted so much but knew and had done so little. And like a proper Daddy, I did not force it on him but let him think about it and only gave occasional suggestions, letting him seek out his true calling. And of course that led him to his true nature as a totally submissive PussyBoy. My PussyBoy." "Katie, you are welcome to come for the weekend; he will be in my service, but I certainly could find a use for you and PussyBoy would be obliged to guarantee your continuous pleasure as well. Now for the coming week, he is yours. Remember, he ignored your command and regardless of the correctness of his response, he still must be punished for ignoring you. I assume you will begin by having him lick those jeans clean, and then he will be more severely punished. I would like to see welts on his ass when I check in the morning. After then, please limit your abuse to his nipples and hole for the rest of the week, as well as denying him the ability to cum. Perhaps the sheath is constantly in order unless you want to specifically abuse his cock. Goodnight for now." And with that, the dial tone rang out. And it continued to pierce into my eardrums and Katie lay collapsed, exhausted, with her big fake cock buried so deep in me. I was exhausted too, and savoring every moment before she would begin making welts on my ass with my thick leather paddle. But for now, I still had a a second of pleasure, knowing I had cum after so much fucking because Master took control and made me do it. I knew I had lost all control and would be permanently in his control. And this weekend, I would be back in his service, in his dungeon. He would again control me fully, from inside and out, stretching my physical and mental bounds. And once again I could fully relax, knowing that I need only focus on pleasing and satisfying my Master. I would certainly do my best to provide a pleasurable Father's Day, knowing he was more of a Daddy than just a sexual mentor. He had that special power of persuasion that only a true Daddy could provide. And soon enough I would be back in his arms. But for now, I was about to be untied and taken to the living room for severe abuse. But for the moment, I was still Master's pussyboy, and he had allowed me the release I needed. As happy as I could be... To Be continued... Send Questions or Comments to PussyBoy at:

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text: Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2012 07:11:08 -0800 (PST) From: Anthony Palazzo Subject: vintage thrills; 15. Double Duty Double Duty "You take his cock, I'll take his balls," the young man suggested helpfully. There I was, in the Club Baths in lower Manhattan, lying down on a bed in the orgy room sucking on a rather nice dick, when I noticed this other guy moving closer to the dick that I was sucking. It was not uncommon for two, three or more guys to be sharing a single bed in the baths. But I had not paid much attention to this other guy who had been licking the legs and torso of the guy whose dick I was sucking. When it seemed to me that he wanted to "take over," I wasn't sure whether I wanted to demand my squatter's rights, and prevent him from getting my quarry, or just turn the dick over to him. So now, as he addressed me, he was making it clear that he wasn't trying to poach on my territory, but just wanted to share the general area of my conquest. "Okay," I smiled. And as I continued to suck on the dripping swollen cock, my new partner began to lick at the balls beneath it. Pretty soon our heads were touching, as we got more involved in our task. This led to our kissing, and then to our temporary neglect of the anonymous cock that we were servicing, as we began to deep kiss each other. We then began to alternate between sucking, licking, and kissing. The man connected to the cock began to moan, and soon made noises that clearly announced an imminent cum. Since I was never fond of the taste of cum, I lifted the cock to my new friend and asked him with my eyes whether he might be interested in the load that was about to shoot. He immediately dived on the cock, and proceeded to slurp, swallow and then lick the drippings of a copious load. When finished, he smiled a beautiful smile, and pronounced the gift, "Delicious!." The spent third man on the bed left quickly after he had come, as I lay basking in the reflection of this strange and satisfying experience. My fellow cocksucker kissed me, and we lay in each other's arms for several minutes. Presently he left too. Leaving me alone on the bed. But not for long. On the top bunk there had been a very slim young man who had been resting. He was now ready for more active pursuits. As he lowered himself to a standing position on the bed I was occupying, a figure quickly appeared next to the bed. The thin, lithe young man turned toward the newcomer who fell to his knees immediately and engulfed the young guy's still soft dick. For the next fifteen minutes or so I was treated to the pleasant view of watching the hungry cocksucker who had a round face and sparse, sweat-drenched brown hair bring the young fellow's long thin dick to its full size and maximum hardness. The young guy acted as though he were in a sort of trance, ignoring all of us around him. Focusing just on the sensation of the mouth sucking him. I looked up at him and observed his eyes half-closed in a (maybe drug induced) dreamlike trance. He had long straight brown hair to his shoulders, parted in the middle, in a style common of the times. His body was very thin, with small buns that could easily be fully cupped within a large set of hands. He had a small mustache on his lip making him look a little older than a first quick look would suggest . Young and thin and drowsy-lidded he may have been, but he did certainly know how to fuck face. As I watched from my very good viewing spot on the lower bed, not two feet from his standing torso, he pumped his hard thin dick into the willing mouth of the kneeling man. I found the scene exciting, and jerked off as I watched them. As Slim face-fucked his cocksucker, I began to lazily caress his legs and ass. He offered no objection nor encouragement, apparently completely involved in the enjoyable sensations he was feeling. He now was making the bed jump noisily with his athletics, and then came with several grunting sounds over what seemed like a long period of time. My hand flew to catch up. Ah, yes. Here I come too! Whew. That was good. Now I could sleep for an hour. The slim young man jumps from the bed and disappears. The man who was sucking him, moves to sit on the bed. He is dripping with perspiration, and breathing heavily. He starts to move toward my cock, as his hand rubs my belly. "No," I say, stopping his hand. "I came along with your friend." "Oh," he shrugs. "I thought you were waiting for me." "Sorry." And he moves on.


text: Date: Sat, 06 Jan 2007 12:48:20 +0000 From: tim tim Subject: High School Humiliation: Tim and Michel Chapter 5 Hi there guys for all of you a very wonderfull 2007, with lots of good stuff in fiction land and in non-fiction land. Here is another chapter of tim and michel, and yea things are heating up. If you wane read more about my stories check out my website at and of cause you are welcome to give your reaction, idea's etc to this chapter on Here is chapter 5... I looked again at the stack of clothes not that there was a lot, a white t-shirt, a sort of a very pale black color like it was used and washed a lot, a pair of socks and the undies he just had on. "Most of these were mine and fit me until a few years ago so I think it's ok for you now." "And the undies" I said with a slight tremble in my voice. "Well that's the good part I think you like to wear mine, don't you?" "If you want me too." I picked them up off the ground. They felt a bit wet and I could definitely smell them. I pulled them up over my legs and when I cupped my balls and dick into it I could feel the warm wetness of Michel's cum in it, enough to get the attention of my dick and make it grow fast, at least the undies where large enough for it to grow. I got the t-shirt and put it on, it was short; quite a bit of space showed between the undies and the t-shirt. The shorts wouldn't fill that up completely I knew that. I got the shorts and saw that Michel was checking me out and waiting for me to finish dressing. I got into them, they were tight and I could just get them over my hips. My cock got a bit smaller when it was pushed in. When I wanted to zip up Michel said: "No I think I like it just the way it is, keep that zip open." "But what if some one..." "You can say it just broke." "Oh ok." I felt quite embarrassed walking like that. When we came downstairs I saw myself in the big mirror. "See Tim, you look more like a 14 year old now and with that patch of white undies just showing, looks good too. Not too obvious but if anyone for any reason is going to check it out they'll notice it." I felt he was right and I could feel both my dick starting to grow in my shorts again and also a blush coming on my face. "Come on lets go." He went to a shopping centre. I don't come very often and I didn't think a lot of my classmates would either so at least that's something. "Ok, you have got your mobile with you don't you?" "Yes sir." "Ok, we're not going into the centre together. But we can be in contact through the mobile phone. You're not allowed to put it away after I call you." "So what do you want me to do?" "I'll tell you on the phone just go into the mall and be ready for the call." I walked into the mall. I looked around a bit till I entered a department store. My mobile started to twinkle then. "Yes sir" I said. "Ok, this is the first task. You're going to buy undies today, several. You'll find some money for them in the back pocket of the shorts." Damn buying undies, isn't something I liked to do to be honest. It was always kind of a strange thing to do. "But before you do, you'll have to go to one of the youngest male assistants around and you'll have to say to him: Sir can you help me, I need some undies but so far my mom always bought them. Do you know what kind of size I need to have?" "Oh, no Michel!" "If you say it like that it really plays into the role of being younger and he won't be surprised. I think you can do it. Trust me." I sighed deeply and went further into the men's area. I saw a guy in his early 20's. At least not a student I thought. I walked up to him. "Please sir can you help me." He turned around and looked at me. "Can you help me sir. I need some underwear but as my mom bought them for me until now I don't know the exact size I need." "Oh, ok let me see." H is gaze went downward toward my shorts. Somehow I knew what he saw, my dick has jumped up again and the white of my undies must have shown even more now. I though he would have said size so and so but to my embarrassment he looked seriously and said. "I am not sure; let me get my tape measure." Oh darn no I thought. I could hear Mike snicker in the background. I was happy that it wasn't too obvious in the black shorts that you could see my dick was stiff but still. He came back to me. I could see that he was rather good- looking all in all. "Let's see" he said. He sank down on one knee and now his face was on the same level as my crotch. No way could he have missed the open zipper. He got the tape around me and while he picked it up with his other hand on the other side, he slightly brushed my crotch. I had a hard time not to move forward. He then pitched the tape and got slowly back up again. "I would say it is an S for you at the moment but maybe the biggest size of boys would do too that would be a 162." "Ok thank you." "Is there anything else I can help you with?" "No, I think I can manage now." "Well just let me know if you need more help I think you could use a few new undies." I blushed a bit, I wasn't sure what he was pointing at I just hoped he hadn't smelled anything. I walked away from him in the direction of the undies. I had seen them when I had walked in. The phone had been in my hands all the time and I got it back to my ears. "Sir what now?" "Well done so far Tim. Now it's time to buy a few pair. I want you at least a few tanga briefs; you know the ones with just a band on the sides. I want also a few normal briefs. But they need to be in a bit of a bright color so no black or dark blue but more green and yellow and light blue. As a size I think you can go for the S like he said. Go get them and let me know when you have them." I found the tanga ones without a problem. I bought a white one and a light blue one. All the others where dark colors and I knew he didn't want them, next were the normal briefs. I got a light blue one, a green one and light orange/red one. I had no bag with me so I had to keep them in my hands. I just hoped that I could go to the register now as it felt strange to keep them in one hand. I had seen a few people looking at me but gladly most of them were women. I got the phone to my ear again. "Ok sir I got several now." "Good, any one around?" "A few, mostly women but no one is really paying attention." "Ok, well time for the next step then. The next undies need to be boy briefs, so the size is going to be smaller but I also want you to buy ones with prints on them or very odd/bright colors." I felt how I got a lot smaller just standing there. I was afraid he might have wanted me to do that. I knew I had starting to blush quite a lot now. "But before you do I think you'll have to take the assistant up on his offer of more help. I think you'll need to go over and ask him if he can show you where the smaller size briefs are. You also have to ask specificly for briefs and not for undies." I knew boys clothing were just on the other side of the stairs but I turned around to see if the assistant was still around. I could see him standing talking with another employee about 10 meters from me. I walked over to them. I saw the other one was a bit older. "Hmm, sir, can you help me again." He turned a bit towards me and smiled when he said. "Of course what can I do for you?" I looked at the other one. I saw that he had checked out what I had in my hands. I could feel my legs tremble and my dick getting harder again. "Hmm, well can you tell me where I can find a smaller size in a boy's as you called it briefs?" "You better show him" his colleague said. "Follow me please" he said to me. He put his hand on his shoulder and pushed me towards the direction of the boys clothing area. "I can see you found a few already." "Yeah, but I think I need a few more." "Well that's always good; you want to be able to change on time." Hmm now what did he mean by that I thought. "Here we are. As you can see here are the biggest boy size briefs. You can find some in prints and some in colors. Do you know what you want?" "Well I used to have some with prints and maybe a few colored ones too." "Oh, what kind of prints did you use to wear"? I could feel my face blushing again while I stammered into an answer. "I think some with cars on it or some cartoons." "Oh don't worry. I know it is not easy when you need to get your own undies. We all had to get through the faze of hiding some of the dirty ones and needing more clean ones, you know what I mean" he said with a wink in his eyes .. Damn he must have smelled for real that I had cummy undies on. He didn't wait for an answer but had stepped forward to the rack with undies. He got one out. "I think this one is your size and might be what you want." He said. I had just a short time to check them out as he held them in front of me to check on the size. "Oh stupid, how can you see, come here then you can see for yourself." He moved me to the side of the rack. He held the undies again in front of my crotch. A mirror on the side of the rack showed me what he saw as well. A pair of undies with cars on them, the cars where colored quite brightly and the briefs where white. "Or do you want rather have something like this" I was frozen at the mirror, he took the undies away, moved over to the rack and one eye saw that he got a colored one. I just felt that there where more eyes pointed on me. I turned my head when I saw on the other side two boys around 14 years or so watching me. They smiled. I could here them whisper and I think one of them pointed towards my reflection in the mirror. Now that the assistant had taken the briefs away you could quite clearly see the white of my undies through my open zipper. I got even redder. I looked down until I could feel that the shop assistant was back and held another pair of briefs in front of me. "I saw that you didn't have any yellow briefs yet so maybe this is something for you." He had a quite bright yellow colored pair of briefs in front of me. "So what do you think?" I just nodded "Yeah both of them look ok." "Right, one or two pair of them." "Hmm two" I said. I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. "Ok, follow me. You're my customer now so I better handle this myself." I nodded but had bent my head. Walking like that followed him to the register. He got them counted and told me the price. I got the money out of my pants. While I did that I could feel that the opening through the zipper got bigger. I was glad my stiff one was quit nicely packed away in the briefs and not in a boxer short or so. "Ok, well good luck with them. I think you have some good ones and will look good in them too. I think guys look best in briefs, boxers are not showing off our assets" he said and gave me another wink. "Thanks" I said. I got the undies from the counter and held them in my hands. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. When I got out of the shop I was happy when I saw Michel waiting for me. I suddenly realized I should've gotten a bag as I was still standing there in public with all the undies. Damn I wasn't really thinking anymore. Michel was on the phone again and I heard him say. "Wait a minute." He opened the bag he had in his hands for me and said. "Well done, put the undies in here because you need to get back into the store." I put the undies in the bag and looked at him. He didn't say anything anymore but he got back to the phone. "No, I'll send him back to pick up his phone. He should be more careful with his stuff." I wondered who Michel had on the phone then realized that I didn't have mine in my hand anymore. I had left it on the counter while I was paying. Michel hung up. "I think you better get your phone boy." I blushed and walked back in. When I got to the clothes area I couldn't see the assistant anymore. The colleague he talked with was there. I knew I had to get my mobile back so I walked up the colleague. "Sir, do you know where the sales assistant was that helped me a moment ago." "Oh, yeah William just started his break you can find him in the personal area through that door. He told me you forget your phone. " Damn, well I took a deep breathe and walked towards the door. I opened it and called out that I was coming to pick up my mobile phone. "Yeah come on in" the voice of the assistant came through. "Hmm, I think I forgot my mobile phone, you got it" I said when I saw him sitting on a table in a corner of the room. `Yeah, your dad said you'd pick it up." Dad, what had they talked about? "He told me it was your first time buying your own clothes and that you got probably a bit excited about it." "Well it is...." "Don't worry, we've all been there. Although I'm not sure your dad would like the fact that you walk around in undies with cum on them. Pull your pants down. I just want to see how briefs look on you." Damn this couldn't be true he... could I, would I. My dick said yeah, yeah show, show him. I want to be shown. But wow. "Come on, no one is going to enter and it's the only thing I ask. You made me very horny. The least thing is show me how you look in briefs. That's what you're wearing now isn't it?" I just nodded. He stood up now and walked closer to me. "Come on, don't you think I didn't see them through your zipper. I know you're wearing white ones." He got very close to me now. "Or do you want me to get those twins in here too?" My dick now almost sprung out of my shorts. I still couldn't move. "I just want to see you in them. You're so cute you know" he whispered. His hands had gotten lower and I could feel that he opened my shorts. He then pushed them lower and lower. His eyes traveled down now as he stepped back to look at them. My dick now was jumping almost out of the briefs. I was lucky I was wearing Michel's and not the ones with the print on them. My dick would have jumped free in those for sure. "Yeah briefs, definitely briefs on you. Never wear anything else I'd say." I bent over now to get my shorts back on. "Here's your phone and thanks" he said with a husky voice. I wasn't sure how long my legs would support me. I knew I had to get out of there as fast as I could. I walked out, and put my phone in my pocket. I walked faster and faster till I was back at Michel's. He was still standing outside the store. "And... "He said. "Got it" I said softly. "What did he say" Michel wanted to know. I blushed. "Come on Tim, did anything happen in there." I stumbled through what had happened as my dick still pushed at the soft cotton briefs. But just telling it all again made my horny all over again. As I just realized what had happened. When I came to the part that he had pushed my briefs down and the reference to the twins I had looked around to see if any one was looking at us, making sure no one could hear u. I stopped turning around when my eyes got fixed on the twins, they where just standing at the door of the shop, watching me, one of them was pointing again. I followed their gaze and saw that my shorts where more open then before. The phone damn it had made the pants tighter and open up more. They where looking straight at my undies. I am not sure how it was possible but the next thing I know my dick started to spasm and cum started to drain onto the cotton of the briefs. I let out a deep sigh. " Oh, Tim, did you ... Michel didn't follow it up but looked me in the eyes.