My Papi

“You’re limping. What’s wrong? ” said my grandmother the next morning. I was dressed and heading to school. “Oh, I’m okay. I banged my knee yesterday.”

I sat through my classes with my ass sore. I was so happy inside. I thought about hot guys I saw but now there was the memories of what I did with my father and uncle. It didn’t seem wrong being with them. We were men doing what men do and it was just between us.

That afternoon my uncle texted me. “7:00.” My last class ended at 5:00. I got home at 6:00. I took my clothes off and put my jockstrap on and got dressed again and went to my uncle’s.

He works doing construction. He was wearing crusty jeans, a stained up white T-shirt and muddy workboats. He was drinking a beer. He sat down in a chair and stretched his legs out. “Take my boots off.” I got on the floor and untied his boats and pulled them off and then pulled off his smelly socks. “Rub my feet” I did. “Suck my toes” I never thought of that and did. They smelled but I was getting hot feeling them in my mouth. He was moaning and spread his legs. “Go for my belt.”

I got between his legs and undid his belt and slid down his jeans. His green boxer briefs had a stain near where the head of his fat hard dick was. I pulled them down. As my face got closer I could smell how sweaty he was, and his hair down there was damp. He was such a real man. I took him in my mouth and worked on him all over with my tongue then I licked his big sweaty balls.

“Oh, that’s it. Fuck yeah. So good.” He was nicer to me this time. He was stroking my hair as I looked into his eyes. Then he pulled me off. “Get yourself ready for me. We’ll do it here.” He pointed to the lube on the table next to him. “You don’t need the dildo anymore. Your hole is used to taking dick now.”.

I took of my clothes and was just in the jockstrap. I squirted lube on my hand and rubbed my ass with it. I squirted lube on the head of his dick. “Turn around and sit on it.”

I wasn’t sure about this, but I turned around and slowly lowered myself on him. He was moaning. Little by little I sank on him and finally his great dick was in me. I was breathing heavy. “Ride it.” I pulled myself up and then down again on it. Feeling myself filled up with it and then empty again and again. I got into a faster rhythm. We were both grunting and moaning. I felt my dick so hard in the tight jockstrap. It was like magic when we both shot off at the same time. His load up my ass and mine in my jockstrap. We were panting and I was so sweaty. I felt him shrinking in me. I pulled myself off him. I went to the bathroom, wet a towel and came back. He was just lying there, his eyes half closed. I felt so close to him as I held his balls and cleaned him up.

“That was great I needed that after working all day.” His phone rang. “Hey! Yeah. He’s still here.” He stared laughing. “Your dad wants to talk to you.”

“Took care of your uncle?”

“Yes Papi.”

“Good. That’s what I want to hear. You need to know how it’s going be now on. I talked it over with some of the family. You’re going start taking care of them too.”

“What do you mean Papi?”

“Your cousins. Other uncles. You’ll take dick from them. They’re real men. They’re busy working and don’t get enough action. Or they’re married and their wives aren’t into it so much. You’ll help them out.”

“I can’t do that! It’s different with you and uncle.”

"Shut the fuck up you maricon! They’re real men. Your obligation is take care of the real men in your family.”

“But…”

"I sent you an email just now. Look at it.”

I took my phone out. There was his email.

“I took those yesterday.”

There were pictures of me having sex with my dad and uncle. Videos too.

“You want your grandmother to see what a slut you are?”

“No! Please! Don’t show her!” I was crying.

“Then you do what you’re told. I sent them to the relatives, so they know you’re into it. That’s how it’s going be.” He hung up. I gave my uncle his phone.

“You come here Saturday at 8 o’clock in the morning. Folks are off from work and have free-time to fuck around.”

He handed me a bag. “I got you a present.” Inside was more black jockstraps. “Saturday. Bright and early”

When I was in bed I cried again.