Uncle Peter wants a Gang Bang
No one knew Max and I were becoming closer and closer. He stopped in when Uncle was attending to his business. We had some afternoon delight. He sent me cute e-mails. He had served his wife with divorce papers. Apparently, she was happy about it. She'd questioned his sexuality often and since there no kids involved and she didn't need any alimony as she owned her own medical practice. The divorce quietly dissolved their marriage.
"A Gang Bang? Is he serious?" Max was not happy.
"Yes, and he wants fifty percent of the take."
"Did you quit your job?"
"No. I lied and said my Uncle was ill and they let me reduce my hours.
"Two days ago, Uncle Peter started bringing men over in the afternoon to fuck me for a hundred bucks."
"Did he take all the money?"
"No. 50/50."
"Why can't you tell him you just don't want to do it anymore."
"I had nowhere to go when he took me in. I even insisted he take some the of cash because he was the one scheduling the men."
"He's become a pimp."
I asked Max, "Where did Peter and you meet?"
"We go to the same gym. He asked me out, but I declined telling him I was married."
"I asked him if he was gay. he said no." My brain was malfunctioning. "So, he lied. Uncle Peter's gay."
"You told me he fucks you nightly. Does that sound like a straight guy?"
"Jesus Christ."
"Yea, but he went from friends fucking you to an ad in the gay town paper."
"What? There's an advertisement in the gay newspaper?" Max took out the paper from his suit coat, "Here."
Hosting a fun party, drinks, handsome men and a floor show that will excite you. Only a hundred dollars for a sweet night you won't forget. Love Peter!
"What is this about a floor show?" I asked.
"Floor show is a code word for a gang bang."
"Yes. I need to talk to Peter."
"Yea, Jorge saw it and told me about it."
"So I'm a rent boy?"
"Yes."
A chill went up my spine. My uncle was pimping me out.
"And is he still fucking you?"
"Nightly."
"Are you his nephew or his sex slave?"
I could think of nothing to say.
Max stood up and pulled me out of my seat to embrace me. "I care for you, Greg. And I don't want you being humiliated, taken advantage of or abused. When is this Gang Bang supposed to go down?"
"Saturday starting at 8:00 at night. He is serving cocktails. and snacks. He's going to play bartender."
"Concerning the money, are you sure he's charging only a hundred bucks a fuck?"
"That's what he told me."
"At this point I don't trust him."
I looked at Max, he seemed depressed and worried." I don't like this. he's abusing his own flesh and blood."
"What choice do I have? Without him I don't have a place to live."
Max turned away from me. He appeared to be thinking. "My parents own the house my ex-wife and I lived in. When the divorce is finalized. She'll be leaving." He took a breath. "I'm nine years older than you. There's a gap in our ages but in the gay community that happens frequently. When Shelia is gone you can move in with me. Lock stock and barrel."
"Let me voice my concerns to Uncle Peter. I'm sure he'll understand my concerns. I'll talk to him when he gets home."
Max hugged me and then gave me a long meaningful kiss. Max hugged me again. He began kissing me. I felt him pulling off my t-shirt. He picked me up and took me into my bedroom laying me down. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off. I lied there in my briefs contemplating me. "You're beautiful."
He removed my underwear and started to take off his clothes. His mouth engulfed my modest cock. I moaned as I unbuckled his belt and tried to pull his pants off. He helped me and soon he was in his boxer briefs. We fell into a sixty-nine-position slurping, swallowing and me gagging. I loved his big veiny cock. He then turned me on my stomach and pressed his lips against my butthole, licking me. He saw my personal tube of lube and grabbed it. He lubed my hole as he kissed me.
Max pushed his cockhead into my pink hole and slowly he started sinking his cock into me.
I moaned loudly. He filled me up with his cock unlike anyone one had ever done before. And he was sure better with his dick than Peter. I enjoyed his thrusts and his kisses. He picked up his speed and gently grabbed my cock jacking it.
We came together ... leaving another mess on my bedspread.
I promised Max I would talk with Peter that night. We kissed and he went back to work.
All afternoon I kept repeating the things I wanted to say to Uncle Peter. When he arrived home, I brought him a beer and he sat down in his chair.
"I need to talk to you, Uncle Peter."
"Talk but get into your underwear. I love seeing your hot ass."
Removing my underwear I spoke. "I saw an ad in the gay newspaper about your Gang Bang Party."
"Isn't that great and there's been so much interest surrounding that ad."
"I'm uncomfortable with this gang bang party." I began.
Peter laughed. "It's a little late to back out now I've sold tickets. Furthermore, tomorrow is the party. We have fifty men coming who paid a hundred bucks to come and fuck your hot ass. You're going to love it."
"I just feel that ..."
"Why the bar alone is going to bring in a fortune."
"I don't want to ..."
"Think of all the attention you'll get. Not to mention the hot cocks up your lily-white ass."
I ... just think ...
"Okay I get it. You're disrespecting me. May I remind you I took in when you had no place to stay and no money. You liked it enough a week ago when we entertained some men. You loved it. But okay, if you're that uncomfortable, I get it."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Uncle Peter came to me and gave me a warm hug and kissed my lips. Then suddenly he picked me up, we walked down the hallway. He opened my bedroom door and threw me on my bed. He slammed the door and locked it.
I didn't have my phone. Damn! Listening at the door I hear him say "I'll be back and get you some lunch." The front door slammed shut. I was trapped. We were on the fourth floor so I couldn't jump. My bedroom faced the back of the building. There was no one around. The alley was deserted. I couldn't scream for help. I laid on my bed in my underwear. An hour must have passed when I heard the front door open.
After fifteen minutes I heard. "You there, Greg."
"Let me out!"
The door opened. I stepped out giving Peter a dirty look. I went to the kitchen and that's when I saw it.
Peter had come home with a portable massage table. "This is what you're going to lie on when your butt makes me ... uh ... us ... a shit load of money. Pretty cool huh?"
"It's nice."
Peter unpacked and began assembled the table.
"How much did it cost?"
"Three hundred dollars, but hell we'll make more than that in the first hour of the gang bang. I can't wait!!
He sounded so excited. "I also bought ten tubes of Astro Lube." I stuffed my phone in my pocket.
I made a peanut butter jelly sandwich with a glass of milk and returned to my bedroom. I texted Max and told him everything that happened. Then I brought my dish to the kitchen.
"Hey Greg, you want to try the massage table? Come on, humor me."
I climbed on to the massage table. He pulled my briefs off and tossed them after sniffing them. "Lay on your back." He spread my legs. He banged my crotch with his already hard cock. He lowered the table a few inches to make sure his cock was aligned with my butthole, and obviously the clients. Peter grabbed my hand and placed it on his raging hardon.
I watched as he opened a tube of lube. He smeared some on my hole then adjusted my body in the right position. He slammed his cock into my hole and proceeded to pound my ass raw. He came inside my hole rather quickly. He picked me and locked me in my bedroom again. I noticed my phone and laptop were missing from my room. Damn you, Peter!
I was a prisoner with cum leaking out of my ass and onto my bed spread.
NEXT CHAPTER: THE GANG BANG
