Gary's Choice

Listening to those tapes became a guilty obsession. Hearing Timothy describe the magnitude of his degradation in graphic detail got me hot I’m ashamed to admit. I was complicit in my son’s desecration and continued to benefit from it. I couldn’t help myself from jerking off to these disclosures. This section really sent me over the edge:

It was just going to be another after work suit and tie scene in a hotel suite. A bunch of douchebros who hired me “to let off steam.” That meant the camaraderie of getting their dicks sucked and fucking with booze and blow on hand. I had done several of these after work sessions and the guys all seemed the same. Frat boy finance types who thought they were the greatest.

A bearded good-looking Indian guy in his 30’s was the boss. There were six others, four white and two Asians. Holy fuck! One of them was my uncle Mike! We didn’t acknowledge each other.

I had by now been intimate with countless men, and often I came into contact with a dick that was really something. Such was Sanjay’s. It was over 8 dark inches cut and of notable thickness with a really perfectly shaped large head. His flowing balls were comparable in perfection. He had hauled out his equipment and was sitting, legs spread in a chair. I dropped to my knees, opened wide and sucked that tool. I had acquired the stamina and skills to truly do justice to such a great piece. The other guys stood around watching and cheering me on and praising their boss.

Sanjay eventually pulled me off and smiled. “Good boy!” He did some blow. “Want some?” “Yes sir, please.” He put two lines on his fat dick. I put my face down, and snorted it off him. “Thank you, sir.” I was buzzed and horned to take his prize dick.  

I got undressed and followed him to a bedroom. I got in the bed. “On your back” he said. He lubed up his monster and my ass. I gasped as I felt my hole being parted by that head. He got it in me as the other guys clapped and cheered. He threw a mean fuck that hit my sweet spot just right. I was so into it. He was grunting and thrusting away. “Damn! You’re the best!” he wailed. He shot off a heavy load in me and pulled out. He became a steady client.

Then, it was the other guys’ turns. Mike’s dick was about the same size as my Dad’s. I never liked him. Always showing off how successful he was and putting my Dad down. Now, here he was horned up for me to get his rocks off. I sucked my uncle like I would anyone else and he fucked me rough doggie-style. Later on, after I cleaned myself up, as per my instructions, I gave each man including my uncle a business card so they could make appointments on their own if they so desired.

Of course, Mike visited Brighton Beach several times to see me again. I had to tell him the story. I wasn’t really surprised when he arrived with my Dad. He didn’t have to come but my Dad wanted me. His son could get him off better than his wife, my mother, or anyone else, that’s the truth. Mike could really show us up now about what losers we were. They shared me.

I was crushed when my older brother Robert showed up. “As long as you’re putting out, Mike thought I should be getting some.” He said, all cocky in his suit, and whom my mother believes is going to be a senator one day. He’s really fucking hot and has a fantastic dick. I saw it when we were growing up and even back then, when I was straight I still knew it was special. Now, I knew how special it really was. He unzipped the fly of his trousers and took it out.

It was a flawless slab of thick white meat with a stunning pink fleshy head. A spectacular 8 cut inches. His fleshly smooth balls hung heavy with importance. The world and I were his. 

So, on a physical level I was up for it, inside I was angry. I could have said no to all of this. No gratitude. He’s an entitled arrogant prick and could not have survived this if it were him. I am a better man then he is. It was like hate sex.

“Oh Tim, we could have been doing this when we lived at home…”

Yeah, we got it on, and I got him off, for the first of many times. “Damn, Tim! You sure handle me so much better then Rebecca does. I’m going to need you again.” One time, the bastard even brought my Dad with him. Yeah, I took on father and son and how they enjoyed themselves. So did I.

I was dressed up as a girl and working in the private room of the Brighton Beach nightclub. After being with a client, I freshened up, redid my makeup and was ready for my next client. The door opened and in walked Mike and Robert! I was so stunned, I felt faint. Mike put down the bottle of vodka he was carrying and poured out three shots.

“Hey there, how’s tricks Tatiana?” laughed Mike. “Have a drink. I’m sure you could use one. Oh, wait. Does your pimp allow you to while you’re on duty?” I grabbed the glass and downed it. “You lucky bitch, a Vera Wang!” laughed Robert. They each had a shot and then sat on the couch. “Your pimp let us know about this special service that cost a lot extra which includes a lap dance we’re told.”

I got on Mike’s lap and swayed and ground around on his hard crotch with my ass. “Fucking hot!” yelled Robert. I reached over and unzipped his pants and pulled out my brother’s beautiful oozing hard dick and stroked it with my fingers that had red nail polish on my nails. He was sighing. I wanted him in me so much.

I moved over to Robert and ground around on him and his hardon. I unzipped Mike and I was now in between them stroking them both. They were so turned on. I got on my knees and sucked Mike’s dick and then Robert’s as they sat grinning. I switched off between them like the pro I was. I could feel my wig shaking as my head bobbed up and down on their dicks. I was getting them close.

I stood up in my blue Manolo Blahniks, lifted my gray dress, and lowered myself onto Mike’s raging dick. I rode him furiously while facing him and he hollered and came in me. I got up. Robert rose, grabbed me and spun me around and bent me over the couch as I faced Mike. “I’m going fuck the shit out you! You slutty whore!”

He was so horned up and rammed his dick fast and deep in me. He fucked me without mercy from behind like the stud he is, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I was wobbling in my high heels from his selfish pounding. “Take my fucking cock you fucking dirty bitch! You love my cock fucking you! Don’t you love it?!” I was sobbing from both the shame and pleasure my brother’s dick caused me. “YES! YES!” I came so much in my panties. He came in me and when he pulled out, he spurted again and some of his cum splashed on my dress. We were both panting, and I quickly composed myself as I recovered from the greatest fuck I had ever gotten.

They sat on the couch sipping vodka as I cleaned their dicks with a towel. “Fanfuckingtastic!” roared Mike. “Fucking A! Oh, we won’t tell Dad about this. He couldn’t handle knowing about you this way” Robert said quietly. “Sorry about the dress, it couldn’t be helped.” We stared into each other’s eyes. They left. I had another shot of vodka and fixed myself up. It was early. I scrubbed out Robert’s cum stain off the Vera Wang with club soda. It wasn’t the first time I had to do that.

“Your brother is real stud!” said Yuri later that night. I was still dressed up, as he and Dimitri had watched the video of me with Mike and Robert at the nightclub. “This goes on internet! Many men pay to see lady boy take cock. You gave your special clients very good time” he laughed. “Now, you give us very good time.”