My Papi

My uncle’s apartment was crowded with 10 other guys, most holding beer bottles. All were Latins, ranging from 30’s to 40’s and were muscular and had visible tattoos. They were friendly, smiling and laughing but they all had a toughness about them.

We went to the spare room where the blue foam gym workout platforms were set up. A young white guy wearing just a black jockstrap and who had a tattoo on his lower back in the shape of balls and an uncut dick pointing to his ass crack was on his hands and knees sucking a clothed guy’s dick and getting fucked by another with his pants at his ankles.

“These are some of the guys I was in the gang with in prison and this was our punk that I turned out” said my uncle indicating the bottom. He was medium height, had a blonde crewcut, cold blue eyes and was moderately muscular. He had a young but a tough face. I later learned that Greg was 23 and was originally from Alabama and ended up in New York and got in trouble. He’d been released a few days earlier after being away for four years because of cocaine smuggling. He had contacted my uncle who organized this reunion.

When the two guys were done and left, my uncle brought me over. “This is my nephew.” “You’re as hot as he said you were” Greg said in a deep voice with a Southern twang. I unzipped my jeans and hauled out my dick and he proceeded to give me terrific head. He had intensity and he was among the best deep throaters I’ve come across. I could imagine the experiences that went into developing those skills. He was getting me close. I pulled out and he reached for lube and lubed up my dick. I went around to his ass. Since he was used to it, I threw him a mean fuck which gladly he took. He was amazingly still pretty tight considering that he’d been a prison bitch. I came in him. I pulled out and went to the front so he could clean my dick off and I zipped back up. I sat with my uncle on nearby chairs as other guys came in and Greg got busy with all of them.

“’But I’m straight! I have a girlfriend’ He was crying.” My uncle reminisced about the morning Greg was put in his cell. “’That shit don’t mean nothing in here! You’re going to suck my dick and I’m going fuck you. That’s how it’s going down. Later on, you’ll be putting out for the rest of the gang. That’s how it going to be.’ I said to Ernesto, ‘This kid’s a real newbie. Let me break him in first otherwise somebody will beat up him good he’ll end up in the hospital or worse and we won’t have him at all.’” “You’re right. I don’t have the patience and the other guys sure don’t. You get him ready” said Ernesto.

“I sat on the lower bunk, unzipped and spread my legs. Greg was down on his knees in front me. My dick was so fucking hard! It was so exciting! Knowing that this kid had never had or wanted dick before and mine would be his first. He was crying and shaking. ‘Look, I know this is rough for you. I’ll get you through it. Now, I know you don't believe it, but soon you’ll get to like all this. I’ve seen it happen to other guys. Once you learn the stuff you got to do, you’ll be treated right.’ I had him start by giving me a hand job. It was so fucking hot watching those little hands sliding up and down my shaft and playing with my balls. Then, it was time for him to give his first head”

“We took it nice and slow, no rush. I started him off just using his tongue before I had him stretch that cute mouth around my dick. Damn! He looked so great that way especially looking up at me with his teary eyes. We kept at it till I shot in his mouth. “Swallow it!” I yelled, he tried but coughed up some and his face was dripping. ‘You did good!’ I had him take down his jumpsuit and I lube his ass and put a butt plug in it. ‘This will help you get the feeling of the real thing and get you ready for tonight when I fuck you.’ He put on his black jock.”

“The rest of the day, he walked around quiet with his butt plug as I introduced to him everybody, he sat in the cafeteria and worked in the laundry. I told the guys to be nice and not scare him. That night, I took out his butt plug. He sucked me again, better. I gave him lube and told him to get me and him ready. I put a rag in his mouth and bent him over the bed. I was hard as fuck! Oh man! 19-year-old boy pussy was spread and waiting for me!. I went in so slow and he was noisy even gagged. I slapped his cheeks a few times and started fucking him good. He was all shaking and moving around. I shot off and pulled out. I had him take the rag out of his mouth and clean me up.”

“’Did you cum?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘See! It was good for you too! Wash your jock and try to get some sleep’ It was hard for me to sleep with him crying all night. After getting his cherry popped, he didn’t need a butt plug no more. The rest of the day was like usual. ‘Do your best not cry and do like I taught you’ I said to him as the guard took him to Ernesto’s cell where he would stay for the rest of sentence.

“You’re right! You knew what you’re doing!” Ernesto said to me the next morning. “The kid put out with no trouble. He’s still learning but he got me off with that sweet mouth. Real noisy when I fucked him, but he took me good and he’ll settle down.”

“Later on, after lunch, we brought him to a storage room so the gang could have him. No crying and he did pretty good and everyone was happy. He was messed up but did better the next day. Being with me first made a big difference. Right Greg?” “Yes, sir” Greg mumbled with a dick in his mouth. “He spent a lot time in that storage room, taking care of Ernesto in his cell and making the guards feel good.” We watched as everyone got what they wanted out of Greg and then left.

My uncle and I were having beers on the couch as Greg cleaned the place up. “He’s a good kid. He has nowhere to go now. That’s why came to me. I thought it would be great for us all to get together again. Old times again. His family don’t want him back. If he got a job it would be crummy. We did all we could for him inside. The best thing for him is for us to pimp him out. Being a slut is all he’s good for now. You saw him in action! I’m working full-time now and don’t have the time and we don’t need to get your cousin involved. Would you deal with all that? We’d split three ways.”

“Sure, I’ll help you guys out. He has potential. I have some ideas.” I sent a few texts. “I’ll take him with me, and we’ll get started.” “Great!” said my uncle. Greg took a shower, got dressed in jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers. During the Uber ride downtown, I learned more about him.