My name Greg Mills and I just got thrown out, so to speak. My parents announced I was 18. They told me they were moving to Florida. I was not invited to join them. They were retiring and looking forward to an empty nest. I had a month warning. They already had an offer on the house.
A week went by and when my mom was talking to her brother, my Uncle Peter, informing him that they were retiring to Florida. That's when I had a scathingly brilliant idea. The next time my parents went out somewhere, I'd dialed up Uncle Peter explained my situation and asked him if I could move in with him.
"You got a job, right?"
"Yes, sir." I had a job at the Men's Furnishing House in the "Burbs" but I'd just started working there and so I wasn't making a lot of money. I was in the men's underwear department, which I celebrated because I love underwear. It's my fetish.
"You bet you can move in. I'll give you one or two bills to pay, so you keep some of your money in your pocket. I'll fix up the extra bedroom for you."
"Thank you so much!"
Peter Bogdanovich was a hunk by all means. A former Professional body builder now retired in his early 50s. Old? He didn't look it. He had a desirable body, the tight buns of a gymnast and mesmerizing Pecs that looked like Shields.
I started packing that night. My bed, the sofa, nightstands and dresser were to stay. I hid anything that looked gay as my parents didn't know about me yet. My porn DVD collection went into hiding and my sexy underwear, the good stuff, was hidden under my Calvin Klien briefs. At work all the men had to be in suits.
The good news was employees got everything at 50% off. Packing my clothes was next. 3 dozen pairs of underwear, 2 dozen t-shirts. 40 ties and socks ... packing is a pain. Too much underwear, 6 suits, 6 buttoned own shirts a dozen socks and don't get me started on shoes. So, the packing my clothes was a big pain in my ass.
I drove over to Uncle Peter's with everything I owned in my old Mazda. He and two of his jock buddies helped. "This is Dirk and Jorge."
"How you doing, kid?" He put his hand out. Oh, I yea, handshake. I shook his huge hand, and Jorge gave me a masculine wink."
"I'm settling in.
We thanked them and they left. "Jesus, I said to myself his friends were so hot." I had to think of starving children to stop my rising cock when I shook their hands. Such a firm grip. Strong.
Days later I was all settled in. I had my own bathroom. The view of the city was wonderful.
The next day when I got home from work Uncle Peter was standing by the windows. "I saw more boxes in your closet ..."
"Oh, god," I inhaled.
"I found boxes in the closet. And I thought I'd help you with your unpacking..."
Uncle found my box of porn films and magazines. "Fuck!"
"Are you gay?" He asked so matter-of-factly. There was nothing behind his question.
"Yes."
"Okay." He turned to leave then came back. "Look I realize you don't make a ton of money. So forget about the bills I said you'd have to pay. Okay."
"Is this cause I'm gay?"
"Yes." He looked me right in the eye.
I was breathing hard now. I couldn't believe the odd turn of events.
"Are you gay, Uncle Peter?"
"No but I do have a reason for bringing this up and letting you keep all your money as well."
"Which is?"
"Older men in my world don't get too many women who want us. There's a few but for the most part they flock after the young studs in my field."
"Uncle?"
"I know gay men are considered excellent cock suckers and I haven't had a blowjob in nine years."
I was getting hard. My mind was spinning. He started talking. All I could think of was me masturbating after seeing him naked just last summer at the lake. This is the man I used to stare at when we worked out and then took a shower together. Fuck!
"You want me to suck your cock?"
"Couple times a month ... maybe a week. When I ask you if you can."
Smiling I asked, "Do you want me to give you a blowjob right now?"
I didn't wait for an answer. I got down on my knees. He raised his head up to the ceiling like he didn't want to watch. When his pulsating cock entered my mouth, I was all over it. Licking, sucking. Taking it down my throat. Gagging. Damn the amount of spit coming out of my mouth blew me away. Slowly at first he started fucking my mouth. He grabbed my head and I inhaled him like a porn star. His pre-cum tasted like cheddar cheese chips.
He jacked his cock then I sucked on his cockhead. He was moaning in ecstasy
Before I knew it, he was cumming in my mouth. I swallowed that whole big cock as wave after wave of sweet cum filled me up. He tasted so good. I could not get enough of the man's cock. Then he came shooting ropes of sperm covering my face. I was in pig heaven. I lapped up the cum around my mouth and swallowed.
"Good?" I asked.
He was still catching his breath. "Damn good! Mother fuck, you suck cock like no broad I've ever had."
I smiled. He smiled back.
Next day finished my day at work and walked back home. When I got home Uncle Peter was in a conversation about sports with Dirk, one of guys who helped me move. "Hey Greg, How are you?"
"Good, and you?" He brought up sports. I nodded a lot. I was the kind of gay guy who looked at sports and thought it was too much wasted energy. Uncle went to get some beers.
"So, I heard you have a special talent."
"Oh?"
Dirk put his hand on his bulge. "How about giving me some head. There's a fifty in pocket."
That came from nowhere. Apparently, Uncle was getting the word out about my "special" talent."
Uncle Peter walked into the living area with beers. The beers went on a table. I grabbed one.
Fuck it. I moved to the sofa and started rubbing his already hard cock through his jeans. I unzipped him. He leaned back. I pulled his jeans down, a huge bugle hidden by his boxers' shorts popped up. His dick was noticeable as he got so hard.
I committed to his uncut cock and sucked him like he'd never been sucked before. I licked his balls then pulled one ball into my mouth at a time. I swirled his balls around with my tongue which turned me on ein very which way. He moaned like a high school boy. I swallowed his cock. played with his foreskin, I loved playing with it, with my teeth too. I put his cock back into my mouth and in minutes he was cumming. I swallowed every drop. I loved it. He loved it more than ever. He reached for his wallet and put a fifty in my hand.
"I wish the Mrs. could do that." He and Uncle talked for a bit and then las he was leaving he shot a smile at me.
Two days later I came home from work and saw a giant of a man named Max. He roughly shook my hand. Uncle called out from the kitchen. "You like whiskey and seven Greg?"
"I do!" Then I turned to our guest. I'm Uncle's Peter's nephew."
"Oh, I've heard everything about you."
"I bet you have." I just automatically leaned over and put my mouth on his bulge. He picked up my head up. Not a blowjob. I want your butt. My wife won't let me do it her but you ..."
"I'm a dick virgin."
Uncle's booming voice charged into the room, "That's two hundred. He's a virgin."
"I got cash." Max yelled back. He slipped his hand down the back of my jeans. I unbuttoned the jeans and pulled the zipper down. He explored my ass crack before feeling the cock beneath his jeans. I felt two fingers enter my hole." I made a grunt noise.
"You're tight."
Uncle came in with a tray of two beers and my whiskey. "That's cause he's a virgin."
In seconds Max had me out of my jeans and my briefs were around my ankles.
I took my whiskey and downed it. I repositioned myself on the sofa with my legs up. He jumped on me resting his hard cock on my crack. My Uncle sported a hardon engrossed in the scene.
Uncle got up with a tube of lube and smeared a handful of it on Max's cock jacking the man to spread the lube. Then he coated my manhole. Max was so gentle, slowly sinking his rock hardon into my hole. Max was fucking goodlooking, green eyes wide open. I could tell he wanted to ram it in but didn't. Next, he leaned over to me and thrusted his tongue in my mouth. I gobbled it up. This was a straight dude?
Max started slow but increased his cock thrusting inside me. It was ecstasy! I didn't want him to pull it out. But he came like a freight train in only ten minutes. Max hugged me and whispered in my ear. "I'm bi!"
"Cool" I responded. "Nice dick, dude."
Later after Max left, I could still feel his cum up my hole. I loved it.
I showered and hit the hay, dreaming of Max. That black curly hair he pushed back with his fingers. He was the youngest dude I had so far, maybe mid-thirties. What a body!
After Uncle and I went to our rooms for the night. I wanted to dream of Max. As my eyes were closing my bedroom door opened. A sliver of light came into my room. It was Uncle naked. he crawled under the covers with me pressing his big cock in my crack. We said nothing. Cum was still in my hole so as he pushed his cock into my butt and it slid in easy. His hips bumped against my ass. His cock rock hard! I felt it go in. The pleasure resonated in my very soul and my hole. He increased his thrusts and then he came. Two seconds later I was cumming.
We fell asleep in each other's arms.
