Uncle Mitch: The Top Boss

13 May 1972 around 11:30 pm. I'd just returned, slightly drunk, from an evening of dinner, drinks and sex with four executives of the club I'd be working for starting in mid-June [Uncle Mitch's Boss plus More Club Owners]. I went into the living room, got as far as "I'm home uncle--" before I saw his boss, Mr. Drake, sitting beside Uncle Mitch. "Oh! Hi, Mr. Drake."

The same Mr. Drake who had taken us to a movie this afternoon and made a blatant pass at me [groping me in the balcony] while Uncle Mitch watched. Oh, and he was wearing a pair of dad's pajama bottoms and a black tank top undershirt.

Both said hi and Uncle Mitch, who was wearing only a knee-length kimono, said "Mr. Drake...well, long story. Go ahead and switch to pajamas and come on back watch a movie with us."

I went up and showered, freshened up and put on red pajama bottoms and a lightweight blue robe. I felt more sober...okay, less drunk...after the shower so I asked if they needed refills. Both said yes and Uncle Mitch joined me in the kitchen.

I made a fresh Black Russian for myself, a scotch and soda for Uncle Mitch and a vodka tonic for Mr. Drake. Uncle Mitch asked how the meeting went and what happened. I told him it was good, that the food was great and expensive. I said I was introduced to two foreign club owners, and that there were clubs worldwide. Mr. Noguchi was a President [and had all of the North American clubs assigned to him], answerable to the CEO. Mr. Weiss oversaw one club and answered to Mr. Noguchi.

He smiled, "Must have gone well if you drank that much." "Yeah, Noguchi-san likes me." I sipped my drink, "He and Mr. Weiss had me strip for them...and the other two guys." "Really...were they happy?" I opened my robe, pulled my pajama pants up to make clear that I wasn't wearing briefs, then closed my robe, "They seemed to have liked everything they saw. Mr. Noguchi thinks I'll make his customers incredibly happy. Plus, Mr. Weiss told me Noguchi-san only gets touchy with people he really likes." "How touchy?" "Oh, just my shoulder, my waist, my...uh...hip. Well, my ass too, but I think that was an...uh, accident. Should we go back?" I shouldn't have been teasing but I was drunk and wondering how he was going to work in his Flash Val moment tonight and when he was going to take it further. No other excuse.

I handed the drinks out and stood near Mr. Drake and asked what we were watching. Uncle Mitch asked if we wanted a little hardcore. We both said to go ahead. He threaded the reel, "The guy said Vanessa del Rio is hot. This has a couple with her, a couple with Seka, and a few with John Holmes." He started the projector.

I sat down by Mr. Drake and he moved a little closer. Uncle Mitch sat to the right of me, not quite as close.

So, the reason Mr. Drake was here: He was about to leave at 4:00 this afternoon, after visiting for breakfast, a movie and a couple of drinks, when he remembered an important project he'd needed to discuss.

Well the discussion had become a late-night visit and at 10:50 he called his wife [after an okay from Uncle Mitch] and said he was going to sleep on the couch here rather than drive under the influence of alcohol.

So, there he was. And there was the projector, with a two-hour reel starting, and Uncle Mitch dimming the lights a bit.

About ten minutes in, Mr. Drake leaned forward and retrieved his drink and lightly touched my knee. When I didn't move, he shifted to the right until our legs touched, "Hot stuff, huh, Val?". I agreed and sipped my drink. Mr. Drake drank, "Go ahead and jack off if you want to. It's just us guys here".

Uncle Mitch moved closer and patted my thigh, "Yeah, go ahead buddy". He slipped his hand into his kimono and fondled his cock and balls.

I looked at Mr. Drake. He touched my thigh lightly, then reached into his pajama pants and caressed and fondled his cock.

I drank. Part of me wanted to give them what they wanted and more, maybe to jerk Mr. Drake off. Even suck him off. Part of me wanted to jerk off and go to bed.

I opened my robe and lazily stroked my cock through my pajama pants. I finished my drink and asked who needed refills. Uncle Mitch handed me his glass for a top off. Mr. Drake stood and offered to help. I smirked [I was drunk 😵 ] and looked at his crotch then looked up and said "Yes, I'd like that" and he followed me into the kitchen.

Mr. Drake made the Black Russian while I did the other two. He moved closer and handed me my drink, "Taste." His hand brushed my ass and stayed there loosely. I flexed my ass, tasted the drink and nodded then told him I liked it. I took a sip, looking at him, then lowered my gaze, slowly, to his crotch. I smiled, "Shorts or not?". I giggled "Or something...else?". I smiled wide, "I am drunk. Or...I mean not or, and... horny". I squeezed my cock, then left the kitchen, walking slowly, swaying my hips, back to the living room.

I put my drink on the coffee table, took Uncle Mitch's, and bent over him to put it on his end table and give Mr. Drake a look at my ass. I sat, moved closer to Uncle Mitch and, looking at Mr. Drake, unsnapped my pajama pants, reached in and squeezed and stroked my cock, slowly.

He moved closer, and his thigh touched mine. I spread my legs and looked down at Mr. Drake's cock and licked my lips, "You're so big. Can I see?"

Uncle Mitch touched my thigh, "You'll have to show us yours first, hon. Val. I'm getting drunk." He wasn’t nearly as drunk as I was, I could tell.

I lifted and pulled my pajama pants down past my hips, glanced at Mr. Drake, puckered up, smiled, bent forward and took my pajama pants off. I stood and turned to Uncle Mitch, stroking my cock.

He smirked, "Looks like you enjoyed that as much as we did, buddy." he opened his kimono, exposing his 7-inch cock. I turned to let Mr. Drake see mine.

He pulled his pajama pants down and kicked them off. His cock was "...almost nine inches", he spread his legs, "Go ahead , touch it. We know you want to, Val. Some of the straightest guys I know have touched it".

I touched the shaft and took a swallow of my drink. He was not amused but smiled, "Put your hand around it".

I took a drink, then grasped his cock and gave it a stroke, "That really is..." and I leaned close, seriously millimeters from his hard cock. "Holy fuck, you're big."

I let go and took a long swallow of my drink.

Uncle Mitch got up and took my drink. I touched Mr. Drake's balls --they were a little smaller than average --"a little bit of heavy on the um...black part ...the...kah...lua please."

Uncle Mitch went into the kitchen.

I grasped Mr. Drake's shaft in my right hand, placing my thumb on his cumhole. He held my hand and casually stroked his cock with it, gripping my hair with his right hand. "Yes, that's better. Slow and easy," he released my hair and ran two fingers down my cheek and over to my lips.

Uncle Mitch came in with my drink. His cock jerked a couple of times as he paused for a second, watching me stroking Mr. Drake's cock. He came around to my left and held the glass to my lips. I drank three swallows and knelt. He pushed the coffee table forward and asked Mr. Drake if there was room for a second.

Mr. Drake whispered to Uncle Mitch, who said "Yeah, definitely..." He whispered the rest. Mr. Drake ruffled my hair and told me to stand up. I did and he handed me my drink. I drank half of the remainder. He turned me a little, "Show us your ass, Val."

I turned away from him and wiggled. Mr. Drake pulled my robe off "Oh, now that is just golden". He felt my ass, ran his hand between my legs and felt my balls, "Fucking gold. Go ahead, Mitch". Uncle Mitch felt my ass, spread the cheeks and patted it, "Sweet. Just fucking sweet.". He slapped my ass, "Turn around here."

I turned around, got on my knees and grasped Mr. Drake's cock. I looked up at him and kissed his cockhead, licked it and went back to stroking it. Uncle Mitch put my left hand on his cock and I stroked them in tandem.

I fondled Uncle Mitch's balls, ran my hand up his cock and kissed it. Maybe it was the liquor, but the idea of sucking cock for my uncle...for my mother's brother...was arousing. It was exhilarating, enticing.

I licked Uncle Mitch's cock , looked up at him and did it again. He touched my cheek, "Suck it." I kissed it again. He pulled my hand away from it and pressed his cock against my lips. I turned and licked Mr. Drake's cock. Uncle Mitch held my drink up to me and told me to drink. I drank the rest of it and managed to ask who needed a refill. Mr. Drake said he'd get them and went into the kitchen.

Uncle Mitch traced a line down my brow, my nose, to my lips and whispered, "Don't be a cocktease."

I took two of his fingers into my mouth and sucked and licked them. Mr. Drake came back with my drink and put it on the coffee table.

Uncle Mitch took his fingers out of my mouth. He patted my cheek with his cock "Now suck my cock, honey."

I held his cock by the head and licked, kissed and sucked his balls. I worked them for a couple of minutes , then licked his shaft thoroughly. I kissed the head, looked up at him and engulfed his cock and started sucking it.

Mr Drake joined us, asking Uncle Mitch if he could cut in and of course when your boss asks to cut in anywhere the answer is yes.

I stroked and fondled Uncle Mitch's cock and licked and kissed Mr. Drake's cock sloppily and fervently, glancing up at them frequently. I worked them for a little over five minutes, alternating between them, then Mr Drake knelt beside me and brushed my hair, "That's good, baby, concentrate on making your uncle happy." He licked my ear and ran his hand down my spine to my lower back and back up.

I withdrew Uncle Mitch's cock from my mouth and licked his balls and shaft, sucked his balls and took his cock into my mouth again.

He held my head with both hands and took over, fucking my mouth slowly at first, for a couple of minutes, then fast.

Mr Drake ran his hand down my spine again, more firmly, then continued down to my ass. He caressed it, slapped it, fondled it and sucked his middle finger and pushed it into my asshole.

Uncle Mitch slowed for a moment, then grunted and sped up again.

Mr Drake withdrew his finger and sat on the floor, watching and occasionally massaging and stroking his cock.

A little slower but steady, I pressed my tongue up against his cock shaft and he stopped, cursed "Fucking..." and a huge load erupted into my mouth and throat and dribbled down my chin.

Uncle Mitch withdrew his cock from my mouth, ruffled my hair. He smirked--more frown than smile--and looked down at me, "Well there's that secret out, buddy: You've done that a few times." And he looked at Mr Drake, "You think so, Mr Drake?"

"Oh, it might be beginner's luck." He touched my shoulder, "How's your drink, Val?"

I wasn't as drunk as I was before the mouth fuck, but I was drunk. I drained my glass, "Dry.". I smiled and puckered up.

Mr. Drake grabbed my free hand and pulled me up. I teetered and fell against him. Uncle Mitch asked, "Are you sure?" And Mr. Drake smiled, "Oh, we can call in all three tomorrow morning. Hangovers build character. Refills all round."

Uncle Mitch shrugged, "I'm game. Switch me to a double scotch rocks please" and went to clean up.

I took my glass and Mr Drake took the others and we went into the kitchen. He asked me if we had Crisco. I found it while he made drinks. He used a spatula to put a few tablespoons into a bowl and put it on the dining table. I started to put it in the refrigerator but he stopped me, "Leave it out."

We went into the living room and passed out the drinks. I took a good drink and did my best impersonation of a dancer. They applauded [and the next day Uncle Mitch confirmed what I knew "...it was painful"]

Mr. Drake called me over and pulled me down to the sofa between him and Uncle Mitch and ran his hand up my inner thigh and under my ass. Uncle Mitch did the same. They stroked and fondled my cock and balls and teased at my asshole for a while , working on our drinks.

Mr. Drake licked my ear and told me to come to the kitchen and help get refills. Uncle Mitch switched to soda rocks. I passed on refilling my Black Russian and handled Uncle Mitch's and Mr. Drake's.

We brought the Crisco too.

Uncle Mitch sat on the couch, fondling his cock, watching Mr. Drake and me. Mr. Drank turned me away from him, ass facing Uncle Mitch. He spread my ass cheeks , caressed them and slapped them.

Then he dipped two fingers into the Crisco, got a good dollop and proceeded to lube my asshole. [Note that this works but doesn't play well with latex condoms.]i asked if he wanted me on hands and knees. He caressed my ass again, "I want you standing for now, babe."

He played with my ass more while massaging his cock to full erection, used a little Crisco on his cock, moved us around sidewise to Uncle Mitch and eased his cock into my ass. He looked at Uncle Mitch, "Nice...really nice".

He wrapped his arms around my lower waist, and slowly inserted his 9-inches all the way into my ass...into my fuck-hole. "You like that?" I nodded and offered an mm-hmm. He started fucking me slowly.

I glanced at Uncle Mitch. He was massaging his semi-hard cock, watching Mr. Drake fuck me. I put my hands loosely on Mr. Drake's as he sped up a little.

Uncle Mitch's cock stiffened to full erection. Mr. Drake withdrew and told me to get to my hands and knees. I did, and he wasted no time entering me and fucking me a little faster and steadier. He took a drink , stopped moving and held mine up for me. I took a good swallow. He put the glass on the coffee table and fucked me faster and harder. He pushed my shoulders and head down to the carpet and held me down , thrusting harder.

Uncle Mitch stroked his cock faster.

I urged Mr Drake on, "Mmyess fuck me, Mr. Drake, good...feels so good..."

He shortened his strokes and sped up , grunting and speaking too softly to understand.

Uncle Mitch stroked faster, watching Mr Drake's cock hammering into me.

I moaned, giggled softly "Come on cum inside me hard fuck me..."

Mr Drake planted his left hand on the floor , wrapped his right hand around my waist and power-fucked me, breathing out soft curses mixed with animal grunts of pleasure.

Uncle Mitch moaned and shot a small load. He smiled as his cum ran down over his fingers.

Mr Drake barked out "Goddamn ah fuck yeah!" and his cock throbbed inside me and he filled me with a huge, warm load.

We sat watching hardcore for a short time, less than half an hour, then I called it a night. Uncle Mitch said good night and Mr. Drake patted my ass.

I got upstairs and managed a hot shower, turned off the light and got under the bedcovers before I crashed.

What a day. What a great day 😃