Uncle Gary

I had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang. It was Uncle Gary. I say uncle, but in reality, he was my uncle's second wife's uncle. Even though I was only 21, there was something about Gary that made me think dirty thoughts. Maybe it was his slicked back fifties hairdo, maybe it was his waxed handlebar moustache, or maybe, okay probably, the enormous bulge in his jeans. Standing there dripping on the bathmat I answered the phone.

"Hey kiddo, it's Uncle Gary, I thought I'd surprise the family for Thanksgiving. I know it's last minute, but could I stay at your apartment since your aunt is full up at her place?"

My dick went hard immediately. "Um, yeah, sure. You in the truck?"

"Yeah. I got my friend to let me park it at his yard until Sunday, same place I parked before. Would you mind picking me up?"

"Oh, I suppose. I just got out of the shower so give me a minute and I'll be right there."

"Great, I need to make a stop on the way too."

"You're gonna need to suck my dick to repay all this gas money."

"Heh, heh, yeah right. Just come get me and we'll settle up later."

I dried off, put away the dildo I had been using to alleviate my prior erection, which was now a moot point after having Uncle Gary put the wind back in my sails, and got dressed in loose grey cutoff sweatpants, a t-shirt from a local college I couldn't afford, and black high-tops with no socks.

I pulled into the yard at 8:30, with my windows rolled down and taking full advantage of California’s lack of typical fall weather. Gary climbed down from his rig with a duffel bag and a pillow. He stood 6' with a big frame, but a tight body for his age. As he walked towards me in the headlights, I got hypnotized by his bulge. He stowed his stuff behind the seat in my pickup and got in. His scent of something woodsy and a day-old shower he'd taken in Texas, filled the cab. "Hey kiddo!" He grabbed my bare knee and squeezed. "Thanks for picking me up."

"No problem. Where's the stop we need to make?"

"Do you know a place called The Borderline?"

"The adult shop?"

"Yeah probably. I need to pick up something."

"Something for Thanksgiving?"

"Ha! No, there's a special lube I like they're supposed to sell there."

"Thinking you're gonna get lucky while you're in town?"

"Just with Rosie and her five sisters!" He waved his right hand at me with his fingers stretched wide.

"Jesus, I thought I'd be in bed by now."

"Maybe we'll get you a boyfriend while we're there."

It would be easy enough. The Borderline had a well-deserved seedy reputation. It sat downtown in amongst trendy modern apartments and had resisted being changed for so long that it now occupied a tiny plot of land completely unusable for anything else but nefarious activities. It was regularly referred to in the apps as a meet-up place and reviews often described the patrons as being older and blue collar. Online reviews made mention of a plethora of uncut Mexican cocks attached to day laborers with little grasp of the English language.

Gary was a throwback to a different time, as indicated by the handlebar moustache and shiny slicked back hair with a hard side part. While the family knew he was gay, he never confirmed it to anyone but me, and even then, he left enough room to be bisexual. In a gin induced state one night he did tell me about how hot the lumpers were he'd hired to unload his truck one day and how they were all Mexican. He clearly had a thing for them. This and the online reviews made me think we were going to The Borderline for way more than lube.

I parked my truck in the tiny gravel parking lot behind the little brick building. As I rolled up my window I heard a voice over a loudspeaker yell, "No loitering in the parking lot. Either come in or go the fuck home." Two shadowy figures I hadn't seen before each got into their respective cars and drove away.

"Well, at least my truck should be safe." I said to Gary as he hopped out.

"It'll be fine," he said as I trailed behind him.

We entered through a solid steel door and into a hallway. To the right was an elevated space with a wall that went halfway up and then thick glass continuing up to the ceiling. Inside was a little office and the cashier surrounded by screens showing all sides of the building, the retail area, and the halls in the back area. In front of us was a tall gate of tubular steel and chain-link blocking our path.

"You got ID?" The man in the booth screamed in a shrill voice.

I showed my ID and then he looked at Gary, "Everybody shows ID."

Gary lamented and showed his license to the clerk. A loud buzz went off as the clerk said, "Go on through."

Gary went over to the lube section while I wandered the aisles browsing items I'd only ever seen in porn.

Emptyhanded he found me looking at penis cages. "Gonna get a cage?"

"No. Looks uncomfortable."

He chuckled. "Pretty sure that's the point."

"Where's your special lube goldilocks?"

"They don't have it in stock. Wanna check out the theater?"

"I've never been in a porn theater."

"Cool, let's pop your cherry then."

I followed him down a dark hall lit by a red "EXIT" sign and wondered if I should follow its directions. On the right were three hallways leading to little booths. At the end of the hallway were two dark curtains, Gary performed a quick eeny, meeny, miny, moe, and led me through one. Inside a scene projected on the wall of a guy fucking a very whiny girl with fake tits illuminated four cheap vinyl sofas on one side of the room and their matching loveseats on the other. At the front of the theater a woman on her knees had her hands and mouth full of cock.

"Let's try the other curtain, this doesn't look like your scene," Gary said.

We left and went into the other theater. This room was quite a bit smaller allowing for only three loveseats centered in the room with an aisle on either side. The entry dropped you into the one aisle while the other seemed to be a space guys stood and surveyed the room.

There was an odd energy in the room, like an explosion waiting for a catalyst. The movie playing was the classic scene of Chad Douglas fucking a paperboy I had jerked off too many times. Two guys leaned against the wall, both still in their work clothes, one being a white HVAC technician with "Billy" on his name patch and the other being a very tall light skinned Latino from an auto dealership with "Manny" screen printed on his t-shirt.

On the first two loveseats, two short Mexican men in sweat-stained t-shirts and cargo pants perched on the armrests. On the third loveseat, a basic white guy wearing a crisply ironed button down-shirt and a pair of pleated trousers sat on an armrest. He must have been visiting on business because he'd forgotten to take off his "My Name Is" sticker on which he'd written "DAVE" in broad marker. Behind the last loveseat stood a thick nervous black man, his wedding band catching the light. We took a position on the second loveseat, Gary on the armrest and me in the seat.

Everyone in the room seemed to be taking quick glances around, but nobody gave any indication they had their dick out or even had any interest, until I saw Gary's package swelling in his pants.

"Fuck Gary, you're gonna bust that zipper," I whispered.

"I thought they'd be more animated than this," he said. He looked at my loose cut off sweatpants and made out a little wet dot on the front. "Looks like you're ready if nobody else is." He reached over a poked the spot, making my dick swell instantly.

"Stop, you're making me hard. How am I gonna walk out of here?"

In my peripheral I caught Manny moving down the wall to check us out. He grabbed his crotch and sat on the other armrest.

Gary motioned over to Manny, "He's hot. Let me watch you suck him off."

I looked over and Manny made eye contact and motioned me to come over. His big dark eyes were intense. He grabbed his bulge and motioned again.

I shook my head at Gary, "The things I do for you." I slid over to the other side.

"That's a good nephew."

While I've never really been into incest scenes (and if you saw the men in my family you'd know why), but hearing 'nephew' made my dick like cement.

Manny stood up, undid his pants, and let and impressive amount of cock and balls spill out. His uncut cock was still a little pliable as he put a hand on the back of my head. Within seconds of it in my mouth, Manny's cock became stiff, and my tongue traced over all the prominent veins.

I couldn't see much as Manny worked his cock in my mouth, but I could feel movement in the room. When he was done with the oral portion of our interlude, he pulled my head off his cock. It was then I noticed all the men gathered around watching. "Get up and let me use that ass."

I got off the loveseat and inserted myself between Manny and the arm. "Wait a minute." Manny grabbed my shirt at the hem and lifted it over my head and yanked my shorts to the floor. "Lift up your foot bitch." Manny slid the shorts off my ankles and threw them to Uncle Gary who was sitting on the other armrest rubbing his bulge.

I could feel Manny drop a gob of spit at the top of my crack and slide it around. He did this three times to the point a little drop of his saliva trickled down my thigh. Then his hard cock pressed against my hole for a moment before sliding into me. I let out a little squeak of a yell as his head passed my sphincter. He rested for a moment, feeling my hole spasm around his cock, getting used to the girth and then he pushed all the way into me.

The look of ecstasy on my face was too much for Gary, he whipped out his giant uncut dick and long heavy balls and started jerking. I knew from his package Gary had a big dick, but nothing could have prepared me for the pornstar quality cock he grasped in his gnarled calloused hands. Even with Manny pulsing away in me, I wanted it. "Come on Uncle Gary, let me suck that for you."

"Nah, I like sloppy seconds. I'm just gonna watch for a while." Then he turned to the Mexican men and said something in Spanish. In a flash one of them had slid his pants down, sat on the couch under my face, and was pushing my face on to a thick cock. Judging from the scent, he had been working hard all day outside. His cock was salty from sweat and a slight scent of urine clung to his pubes. With his hand on my head and Manny's on my hips as his paced quickened, I felt like a sex doll, just the way I like it.

Soon I felt Manny tense up and release his load while the Mexican in my mouth did the same. A calm filled the room as the two men relaxed in me. Manny was replaced by Billy, who, judging from the jackrabbit pace he started fucking me with, really needed to cum. The other Mexican traded places with his friend and shoved my face down on to another sweaty salty piece of man meat, this one longer, but not as thick.

Billy lasted all of about two minutes in me before growling and releasing a massive load. He was quick to pull up his pants and leave. Behind me I heard the fine teeth of Dave's trousers being undone. He stuck two fingers in my hole and pulsated my prostate while the Mexican let loose with a salty thick load in my mouth. Dave played with my ass for a while and finally built up enough courage to stick his cock in me. He grabbed my hips, and I could feel his wedding band on me. Looking ahead at Gary rubbing his giant cock, I decided to hurry Dave along by milking his cock with my ass muscles. Like most "straight" men I've had, it wasn't very long until he came. He zipped up his pants and whispered a quiet "thank you" into the darkness as he left. I guess chivalry is still alive.

The black guy didn't waste any time entering me at full speed. Another wedding band dug into my left hip, but the dick attached was built like a beer can. There was no speeding things along with this one. Gary slid over and let me suck his cock. It was hard to tell which was thicker, the cock in my ass or the cock in my mouth, but Gary's was definitely longer. His crotch smelled of soap, piss, sweat and his balls had an amazing weight in my hand. They hung so long; I could grab his scrotum and his balls slipped out the end of my closed fist.

A few scenes played on the screen as I reveled in being stuffed at both ends. The black guy really enjoyed using my hole and kept moaning and saying, "yeah baby," in a deep voice. He didn't give any warning, no change of pace or histrionics, I just suddenly felt his load flooding my insides. His cock softened and slipped out then he pulled up his pants and left in silence with me completely naked still sucking Gary's cock.

"Looks like we got the place to ourselves kiddo." I looked up from his cock and we were the only ones in the theater. "Sit on it."

He didn't have to ask twice. In two seconds, my hole was expanding over his cock until I was sat in his lap. I put my feet on the back of the couch in front of us and started lifting my ass up, giving Gary's cock long strokes. He pinched my nipple with one hand and stroked my cock with the other. It made me hot to think he was probably thinking how small my cock felt in his hand compared to his own. Between him working my nipple and stroking my cock with his rough hand, and me impaling myself on his huge cock, it wasn't long before my load erupted out of me. Ribbons of cum illuminated by the gangbang scene on the screen flew all over Gary, me, and probably the third row.

My ass pulsating around his thick cock proved to be too much for him and soon he slammed my ass down on his cock and filled my insides with cum. We sat there for a moment in silence with his cock softening, but still deeper than any other cock had been in me. Eventually the weight of his giant organ became too much for my well used ass to hold on to and slipped out, splattering the couch with cum.

"That was hot. Let's get you dressed and go home."

It was then I realized how much of a whore I wanted to be. I could have stayed there all night and just taken dick after dick. I also wondered if I really needed to make up the folding couch for Uncle Gary.