Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 05:52:21 EDT From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Uncle Jeff and the Shrink 06 by Justin Davis (M/t,mast,oral,anal) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males and older males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story is no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Justin0398@aol.com Uncle Jeff and the Shrink By Justin Davis Chapter Six No thank you doctor. I will have to forgo the coffee this time I am afraid. I've picked up a bladder infection and I'm afraid I'm off coffee for awhile. Were there any other boys like Timmy Wang that I paid large amounts of money too? Well yes, doctor, there was one. His name was Jose. How much money? Well, doctor, at the end of that year I set up a trust fund for him. However, he still lived with me for another year before he moved to San Francisco. Tell you about him? Well, doctor, it is a rather long story. I'm afraid it will take quite awhile to tell and there is no way I can tell it without being graphic and I know how that upsets you at times. Go ahead? Very well, just let me know when our time is up and I will try to stop at an appropriate place. As I remember, I had just returned from my trip to France and was unpacking some of the crystal that I had purchased while there that had just arrived by UPS. It was a Sunday, and I never allow guests on Sunday, so I was quite surprised when the doorbell rang. "Now what the fuck!" I remember exclaiming, as I headed toward the front door, stepping around some of the unpacked boxes as I went. Well, upon opening the door, I was greeted with the sight of a Hispanic kid, probably about fifteen or so, dressed in a Chargers tee shirt and cap, sagging jeans, and Nike tennis shoes. "Yes?" I asked curtly, as I looked at the kid. "Uh, hey. Some dudes down the street said you told me you like to do sex and stuff with guys and you pay um for it," he said. "Well, they must have been mistaken. And besides, I don't receive guests on Sunday," I replied. "I mean, like, you do kids and stuff. Suck their cocks and fuck their butts and shit and pay um for it," the kid said. "Look whoever you are, goodbye and don't come around here anymore," I responded, and began to close the door. "Hey dude, wait," the kid replied, and held the door to keep me from shutting it. "You know a dude name Ramon?" The kid asked. "Ramon?" I asked. "Yeah, from some time back," he replied. "Well, yes. I knew a Ramon. He would be about thirty years old or so now. I don't think you could possibly know him," I replied, and again began to close the door. "Wait man!" The kid said and grabbed the door again. "What?" I asked. "Ramon is my uncle man! I lied when I said the kids in the neighborhood told me about you. It was Ramon that told me all about you," he said. "So, what does that have to do with me?" I asked him. "You like to suck cock and fuck butt like I said. Well dude, I understand you got lots of bread and you and I can work out a deal," the kid replied. "Well, whatever your name is, I don't have as much money as you think," I lied. "So take a hike and goodbye!" I added, and again began to close the door. "No, wait man! I'm serious. I can get you all the dudes you want. You tell me what you want and Jose can get um for yah," the kid then responded. "So, what does that have to do with me?" I asked. "Hey dude, you may be an old fucker but I know you like the fresh stuff. You want some of that young "cockaroola" all the time," Jose replied, grabbing his crotch with his hand. "Really? Well, Jose, you are the most vulgar and offensive young man I have ever encountered," I responded. "Look dude. I can supply you with good stuff. I make money, you get some prime stuff, they get their rocks off, we all do fine man," Jose responded, obviously agitated. "Look, Jose. I could go to prison for even talking to you. Now I really think you better run along," Jeffrey replied. "Fuck, man! I'm telling you dude, you can have all the stuff you want. I got connections. You want penito I can get you penito. You want Papi Chulos, I can get you those too. You want some cunt? I can get that for you too. You name it, Jose can get it man!" Jose responded. "Really, Jose, I appreciate it. But, when you get my age you can't do much anymore," I lied. "Aw man! You gotta be kiddin me. I can fix you up. Trust me dude. I got some shit that will keep you hard for days," Jose responded. "I'm very familiar with Viagra Jose," I replied. "Ain't no Viagra man. This stuff is from Mexico. Shit, I took some of it and was hard for almost a week. Couldn't get the thing to go down man. I got scared. Got the dose right now though. I mean, you could fuck for days man!" Jose responded. "Okay, so how much we taking about Jose?" I asked. "Shit, I don't know. I know you got the cash. Ramon told me that. We can work that out. Depends on what you want," Jose replied. "Oh, I think I know what I want," I responded. "Kewl man, what's that?" "You!" I replied, and smiled evilly. "You gotta be fucking kiddin dude! No fucking way man! I ain't no fucking fag!" "I want to fuck you Jose and cram my dick down your throat," I replied, knowing that that would drive Jose away and all would be calm again. "You gotta be outta your fucking mind you queer!" Jose shot back. "Five thousand dollars Jose. Five thousand each time I fuck your mouth and ten thousand each time I fuck your butt," I told him. "No way man! You gotta be fucking nuts!" Jose hollered, his body fidgeting nervously. "Just think, Jose. Five thousand dollars every time you take my dick down your throat and ten thousand when I cram it up your butt. Could be lots of money Jose. More money than you ever thought about. In a month, hell, no telling how much it could be. In a year, you could be rich. You game mi chulo?" "No way you fag! Fuck off!" Jose hollered, and shot me the finger and stormed off of the porch and then down the sidewalk. Well, I chuckled to myself as I closed the door, confident that I had ended that little episode once and for all. Besides, the thought of popping pills to stay hard wasn't that attractive to me. Did he come back? Well, yes he did, doctor, and that is an interesting part of the story. I had turned my attention back to a couple of the boxes I had yet to unpack and seriously wondered if I really needed that much crystal. Then, I was startled by a noise that sounded like some one was trying to kick in the front door. Quickly, I went to the front door and looked through the peephole. As I did, I saw Jose standing there with his hands in his pockets moving his body around nervously. At first, I thought about not opening the door. Then, I realized I couldn't have the neighbors getting alarmed. So, I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. "Look, Jose, I think you need to get out of here before I call the cops!" I said threateningly. "Why did you do that man?" Jose asked, wiping his nose with his hand and fidgeting even more. "Do what?" I asked. "You know what. Why did you offer me that kind of money?" He asked. "Because I knew no matter how much I offered you would get grossed out and go away," Jeffrey replied. "Well, fuck you man! Fuck you!" he exclaimed, shooting me the finger again. "Look, Jose, just get the fuck out of here, okay?" I replied, and began to close the door. "You are a fucking pervert! You know that? A god damned fucking pervert! You know a kid like me ain't ever gonna have no chance for no money like that. I can't afford to live in a neighborhood like this. I used the last two bucks I had to just take the bus over here!" He exclaimed, and brushed away a few tears that had started to run down his cheeks then sniffed loudly. "Look, Jose, I was just kidding. And, if you have all the connections you say you have you should have plenty of money for bus fare back home. So, go on home. Okay?" I replied. "I was lying, man. I ain't as cool as I said. I'm just some Latino asshole trying to make it man. Ramon clued me in and I was just trying to fuck you around, man," he said. "I see," I replied. "Look, dude. Can you just give me some bus money and I will be outta here?" "Sure, Jose. I think I have some change," and turned around and started to head toward the kitchen to get my wallet. "So, what I got to do?" Jose then asked. "What do you mean, Jose?" I replied and turned back around to face him. "Oh Jesus, man! Here I am after I just left and I'm back again. You don't think I want the money?" Jose exclaimed. "Jose, really, it was a joke," I said. "Joke my ass, man. You meant it. So, how much for me to be your punk?" Jose then asked, and wiped away a few more tears. "My punk?" I asked. "Yeah, man, your bitch. You know, your personal cunt, your fucking boy-fuck, man! Your God damned fucking boy-cunt!" Jose replied. "Jose, honest I was just kidding," I replied. "No way, man! You weren't kidding. You meant every word. I saw that look. I seen that look lots of times from pervs like you," Jose replied. I paused and looked for a bit at the agitated youth standing there in his sagging jeans, the top part of his boxers now showing above the waist of his jeans. "No, Jose. I wasn't kidding. I find you very attractive in a strange sort of way, although you are a little older than the boys I normally like. How old are you anyway?" I asked him. "Almost seventeen, man. I ain't no fucking little kid either," he responded, and hitched up his jeans and then grabbed his crotch. "Yes, I bet you aren't," I replied, then smiled. "There's that fucking smile again, just like you did awhile ago. It's like you are looking at me naked or something," Jose replied, prompting me to laugh. "Well, I must admit that thought crossed my mind a few moments ago," I then said. "So, you want me or not?" He then asked. "Look, Jose, I tell you what. You go home and think about it for a few days. Then, come back and we'll talk about it. I don't think you realize what you are talking about really," I replied. "I know what I am talking about, man. Up until last year and we moved here I was in a gang. I've been around guys who were punks. I've had my cock up some dudes butt and down his throat," Jose replied. "So, I shouldn't think you wouldn't want to be, as you say, a punk," I said. "Yeah, whatever," Jose responded. "You say your aren't gay, Jose. You must be bisexual then," I stated. "Yeah, that's right, dude. I'm bisexual. You buy me I'm sexual," Jose shot back. "Okay, Jose, tell you what. You come back next Sunday morning at nine sharp. We'll talk about it more then. But, I want you to think long and hard about what you are offering to do, " Jeffrey replied. "I'll be here, man. Nine sharp. You got five bucks so I can take the bus back home?" Jose then asked. Well, I then went into the kitchen and got a five-dollar bill out of my wallet, went back and handed it to Jose, then watched as he ambled off down the sidewalk. I couldn't help but smile at how much of his boxers were showing above his sagging jeans. Then, my dick twitched as he thought about what was in store for Jose. True, I was probably going to wind up shelling out a lot of money to Jose. But, Jose was going to earn every penny of it and then some. What do I mean? Well, doctor, I had already made up my mind that I was going to offer Jose an incredible amount of money. But, just for fun, he was going to have to do so many things he would hate in order to get the money I knew he would back out at some point. Did he back out? Well, actually not. But, that is another part of the story and I see we are just about out of time. We can continue next week if you like. But, I warn you some things are not pleasant to hear. What do I mean? Well, doctor, the rest of the story is really how Jose, who was about as macho a guy as you would ever want to meet, became my personal punk and most certainly gay. In fact, he and his lover have been together for five years now. Well certainly, I am used to letting myself out. Next time then. To be continued........