Greg and Max Whisper
I sat on the sofa in my white briefs reading the morning newspaper. Uncle Peter strutted into the living room without a stitch of clothing on his hot body. He was drying himself from his shower with a towel.
"Morning. Did you sleep well, Greg?"
"I did. I'm hitting the shower, Uncle." On purpose I got sexy. Peter watched me pull off my underwear and then I shook my ass at my uncle.
"Oh, I could eat your ass for a whole day and still want more." Peter commented.
Naked I stepped into the stream of hot water. It felt good on my body. I cleaned very inch of my toned body. I couldn't stop thinking about Max. His body, his cockhead the size of a big plum. His lips were perfect. I was falling.
I followed my uncle's example and entering the living room completely naked toweling myself dry.
"How much have you made so far?"
"Three hundred and fifty bucks.
Uncle smiled. "In how many days?"
I was laughing now. "Three days."
Sitting down on the sofa right next to Uncle Peter, he asked me, "... and how much do you make at your current job?"
"I get where this is going, Uncle Peter. I make peanuts." And I did.
"Just call me Peter or Pete. Okay? Your ass has earned that consideration."
"Won't they get bored with me?"
"Yeah, NO! You suck cock like it was your major in penis college. And fucking your hot ass or watching you getting fucked is a study in how to get fucked. And you love every minute of being the person who's opened to anything sexual with a man! You're a natural bottom and I should know I've been up your butt over the last few days, and I can't get it out of my mind.
I started getting hard just looking at my uncle. What a hot body."
Sheepishly I answered, "You're right, I'm a slut. I love having a cock in mouth and since Max, I like it up the ass too. I stood up and headed to the walk-in kitchen. "I'm going to make my famous Nacho's. "
Peter stepped into the kitchen. "I'm going to make two gallons of Margarita's."
Both me and my uncle were so turned but we went about our projects in silence. I laid out the nacho chips, added cheese on each chip then the salsa dripping and then left the snack on top of the stove. They only took 10 minutes.
I stood up and move to the sofa. I grabbed Peter's hardening cock. Gently I squeezed it, his whole body shook. A pearl of precum popped out of his piss hole. I lapped up his cum. I swear it tasted like Chedder Cheese Chips.
I sucked him fast and hard. His moaning sounded like chanting. I grabbed his balls and wildly licked both of them. Salvia was everywhere. He shot his thick load directly down my gullet. He grabbed my head and I took every drop of his magic potion.
Afterwards he asked me. "Do you see what I'm saying? You're making more money with your hot body, that mouth and an easily accessible butthole." He paused. "And your mouth and butthole should be a national treasure."
"Yeah, Peter but won't they get bored and tired of me?"
"Tired of getting a good strong blowjob. Do you hear yourself? I'm on the verge of the scheduling these guys who want you."
"So, you think the dudes I blew will be back."
"YES!"
There was a knock at the door. Perfect timing. Peter opened the door naked.
"Do I have to tip you?" Sarcastically smiled Max walked into the living room handing Peter a big bag of fried chicken, mash potatoes, gravy and corn. Dinners on me."
Naked, I stood up. "Hi Max." We came together in an embrace. Max slapped my round ass then watched Max smile at Peter who asked, "How are you today?"
Peter spoke up. "I'm fine. He's Fine. I fucked him last night. Damn he was tight."
Max took off his jacket and then pulled his black t-shirt off. His body glowed. "Just had a workout. Now I'm looking for a different kind of workout." Max grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. We kissed. Then Max stripped off his clothes saying. "When in Rome do as the Romans do."
The three of us men sat on the sofa. Instantly I started sucking Max while Max took Peter's cock in his mouth. The sucking sounds and moans of pleasure were getting loud. I looked up at Max. His face was like a Roman marble statue of perfect facial symmetry. Soon Max started licking lower, passed my balls and moved on to my young butthole. "Lick my hole, Max." I started jacking my lubed cock. His tongue felt so good like velvet.
Peter put two fingers in my hole aggressively. "Open up boy you got two cocks to service."
And then there was a knock at the door. Once again Peter answered the door naked. It was Jorge, the Cuban stud who had helped me move my stuff. He looked at the three of us, stark naked and started removing his own clothes. "Foursome!!" He shouted. He got on his knees and took Peter's dick down his throat. Max and I started making out.
Jorge and Peter started kissing too. Then Peter went down on his knees engulfing Jorge's big dark dick. Again, the sex sounds were intoxicating. But when Jorge pushed his cock into Peter's butthole my uncle steady himself. "Go on. Go deeper!"
Max whispered into my ear. "You are so beautiful. I sent my wife divorce papers today. I don't just want a fuck buddy, Greg. I want something more serious. I've fallen for you. I want your body and soul and heart."
Max and I kissed.
Peter spoke to me. "You better eat so you have enough strength to endure this sexual Odessey."
"Is there any more men coming?" I asked.
"Who the fuck knows." Jorge shoved his cock up Peter's hole, who screamed out in pleasure.
Max and I kissed. He whispered to me. "I'm falling in love with you."
