My Papi

Two days later when I was at school my uncle texted me to meet him at an address at 2:00 PM. I had to miss a class, but I took the subway to where I was supposed to go. It was a hotel near Grand Central Station. My uncle was waiting in front. I followed him into the lobby, and we sat on a couch. He handed me a backpack.

“Here’s what’s going down. You’re going to go room 1216 and take care of the man there.”

“WHAT?!”

“it’s all set. It’s cool. I’ll wait here for you. Everything you need is in the bag. Take this pill. It’s good for you. It’ll keep you okay. Now go.” I was scared and didn’t know what to think or anything. I swallowed the pill.  I went to the elevator. I looked in the backpack. There were different size condoms, lube, a bottle of those pills and a packet of wet wipes inside. I went to the room and knocked.

The door opened. There was a fat bald white man wearing a white bathrobe. I went in and followed him. He opened his robe his hard small dick was out. I knelt down and sucked it. It was tough not to cry. I felt so bad. He pulled out of my mouth and walked to the bed. I followed. I took a condom and the lube from the backpack. I prepared his dick. I took my clothes off. I got in the bed on all fours. He fucked me. I didn’t feel much. Then he pulled out. I took off the condom that had some cum in it and threw it in the trashcan. I took a wipe and cleaned his dick. I put my clothes on and left. Neither of said a word and it all took like 15 minutes.

I went back to the lobby. “That was fast!” said my uncle. “What was he like? What happened?” I told him. He laughed. “Pretty easy this time.” He told me to go to his place at 8:00 PM because my father wanted to see me. I went back to school. Then I went home. I walked over to my uncle’s. I was excited. I hadn’t seen my father in weeks and so much had been going on.

They were at the kitchen table with a laptop. “Hey! Sit down. How you been?’ You took your pill?” “Yes Papi.” “Great!” “I wanted to tell you how it’s going be now. Your uncle’s struggling to pay his bills and construction is too hard and don’t pay so good. I got to work as much over-time as I can to help out my mom. You’re grown up now and should be helping out too. The best way is by doing what you’re good at. We set something up so you can meet guys.” He showed me the laptop.

It was on a site called Adam4Adam. There was a picture of me smiling from my Facebook. Then others of me with no clothes on. Pictures my dad took of me. It was a profile. “Cute Struggling Bottom” was the title.

My name is Angel. I’m an 18-year-old college student trying to make my way. I’m a very talented and obedient total bottom who would like to meet gentlemen.
SAFE ONLY. HIV- D/D Free Travel/Host

Then there was all kinds of information about me. My height, weight, color of my eyes and hair and my dick size. I felt sick looking at all this.

“See, it shows guys who you are” said my father. “Your uncle will run everything. He’ll go through the messages and let you know when to get busy and where to go.”

“You keep the backpack with you all the time and keep it supplied. You have your phone with you all the time, keep it on and check it!” said my uncle.

“There’s no cash involved. It’s all by PayPal. He’ll send you out after the payment clears. 

Your cousin did this all for us. He’s so smart and knows business. How to get you good rates ‘cause you ain’t no cheap ass skank. He went to a big college. He’s going be important” said my father.

My head was aching. I felt like I could pass out.

“Everything’s going be cool” said my dad. His phone was ringing. He answered it. “Yeah. It’s all good. Okay. Your cousin wants to talk to you” he handed me the phone. The Prince.

“Congratulations on your first client! I know it sounds noisy but I’m in LA at a club and wanted to touch base with you. I really enjoyed the opportunity to help out your dad with all the fine points. It’s all above board. I’m taking 10% which is pretty standard. Your uncle is getting 50%. I know that sounds substantial, but he quit his job so he can devote himself to managing you.  Sifting through the messages, fielding legitimate offers and booking the appointments is a full-time job. Your dad will get 20% as a sort of executive officer. I insisted that you receive 20% that you will get directly. It’s important that you’re fairly compensated. I don’t want any issues of discontent. People are happy at their jobs when they’re appreciated. Having had the pleasure of your services, I know this is a great career path for you and I’m really pleased to have been able to make it happen. This is a win-win for everyone. Your dad and uncle can take it from here, but I’ll be checking in from time to time. Oh, I would find it informative if you would write up a detailed report after your client interactions and email me it. Don’t forget to take your PrEP once a day. Take care.” He hung up. I gave the phone back to my father.  

“You got it all?” said my father.

“Yes Papi”

“I knew you’d understand and do the right thing. You’re my son. You remember, always wrapped with strangers Now that we done all our business for today, I’m horned up! Just head. Got to give your hole a rest so it’s nice and tight for your customers.”
I was so happy. I hadn’t had my father’s in dick in so long. I put my heart into making him happy. I really deepthroated him and licked all over his head and shaft. I looked into his eyes. I was stretching my mouth extra wide and my eyes were tearing. He had his hands around my face. “My beautiful maricon.”

I could have gone on like that forever. He was sighing and then he came. Drinking down his load felt like a gift. I kissed the head of his dick. No matter how many dicks I take, his was the first and it’s so special.

“Hey! I want the same service” said my uncle. I sucked him off with as much attention as I gave my dad and swallowed him.  “Hey, this is yours” said my uncle. He handed me $60. “From this afternoon.”

I went home and emailed my cousin about what happened in the hotel room. He emailed me back. “Sorry! You have to think of this as work. Realistically, it’s not going to be all fun and games.”

It was 10:00 and I was tired and went to bed and fell asleep. I heard my phone go off. It was 11:00 PM. A text from my uncle: Midnight. The Sheraton. 53rd/7th. Room 1742 Two guys. I texted back OK. I got dressed. Put on my backpack.  Set up an Uber and left.