Date: Fri, 02 Apr 2004 17:58:54 +0000 From: Chuck Fauker Subject: Meet My Uncle Harry, Part 2, A Job for a young guy After the fist afternoon with Uncle Harry, he no longer woke me up by forcefully tossing me out of bed. Now I was much more likely to wake up with him forcing his piss-hard cock between my lips. Every morning began with a standard procedure: suck my Uncle's cock and swallow his cum, work out, piss and shower, and then Uncle Harry would give me a ride to school on the back of his bike. I spent most of the ride fondling his meaty dick through his jeans so that he would be left with hard-on and eager to get at me when he picked me up from school that afternoon. He always insisted I swallow his cum, sayin' the protein would help my muscles grow. He'd often swallow plenty of mine too. We progressed from cocksuckin' to ass munchin' to everything else pretty quickly. With in two weeks I was getting' fucked every night. He was gentle at first, but soon enough I could take it as rough as he could give it. Nothing every made me feel as good as when my Uncle would spend an hour eating my ass. His mustache would tickle my ass cheeks as his tongue tortured my tender hole, probing deep or barely making contact. His warm breath would brush against my hot bare skin and he would bite and suck and pull on my ass lips. He worked them endlessly and made sure that I could control and flex my lower muscles so that he could watch my hole pucker with desire and at his command. Every night he'd teach me new and wondrous things about what two men could do together and how they could make one another feel. While we played and fucked and sweated together, our family went about their daily lives above our heads. My Dad, his younger brother, even said he was glad that Uncle Harry and I were spending so much time together. He said that it would be good for me, and that he was worried that I was gonna grow up to be some kinda sissy before Uncle Harry came along. Aside from how to suck a dick and how to take a cock up the ass, my Uncle taught me many things. Uncle Harry taught me how to work on his bike and how to ride it. He taught me how to work out and to eat the right foods to build muscle. He taught me to fight and how to both take a punch and throw one. He taught me how to pick up both men and women, though he often said that a chick was only good for a fuck and most of the time they were bad at that too. He made sure I did alright in school too sayin' I shouldn't end up a total fuck up like himself. When I was 15, he decided I needed a job, so I could save some money and learn about being responsible for myself. My Mom was against it, sayin' I was too young, me bein' the baby of the family and all. The State agreed with here, not allowing anyone younger than sixteen to earn a paycheck. But my Dad talked to her and Uncle Harry spoke with the owner of the garage where he worked and they made a deal. I was to go in with my Uncle to interview for the position, which would be basic admin stuff like the accounting, answering the phone and providing an extra pair of hands for the mechanics when they needed it. I'd also be responsible for cleaning up the joint after closing and Uncle Harry promised my Mom that I would be home every night by 10:30 and that I would start off with just four days a week, with two of those being the weekends, so that my school work wouldn't suffer. I couldn't keep the job if my grades dropped. On those occasions when my Uncle would come home for "a break" during a slow day, he liked it if I was stripped and ready to be fucked. All he'd have to do would be to walk up to my edge of the bed where I would be on my back, free his cock from his jeans and plunge it in my rosy hole and go to town. We did this about once or twice a week. So, the afternoon of my interview, I was waiting in our bedroom in the basement, fingering my hole so it would be wet and loose enough for him to squeeze his fat cock inside me. When he walked in room he grinned at me and said, grabbing his bulging crotch, "Not right now, baby. Get some fuckin' pants on and lets go. The boss is waitin'." Sadly, I got dressed and hopped on to the back of his bike to ride to the auto shop. When we got there, Uncle Harry walked me into the office located behind a windowed door behind the reception counter. The office was basic; metal desk cluttered with papers, a cheap green couch and a couple of metal office chairs. There was an Easy Rider calendar on the wall and a board with some snapshots from various bike rallies pinned to it. It wasn't very clean and smelled of sweat and cigar smoke. We sat on the couch and Tony, the owner of the shop, walked in. My first impression of Tony was BIG. He was just a big bear of a man, in his 50s but incredibly handsome, in a rugged sort of way. He wore a greasy tank top and dirtier jeans. His huge arms were decorated with tattoos and a fair amount of hair. He had a buzz cut and a gray mustache that went down to his chin and back up his jaw line to points at the corner of his jaw. He had a cigar clenched between his teeth when he shook my hand, crushing it but I tried not to let it show. He sat behind his desk as Uncle Harry and I took the two metal chairs in front of him. "So kid, why the fuck should I risk my neck to let you work for me?" He said in a deep, gruff voice with a Brooklyn accent. I didn't have a clear answer to this direct question. I made vague promises about working hard, pilling my weight, and not complaining. He didn't buy it. He looked me in the eye and pointed at my chest. "I ain't gonna risk my ass to pay you under the table for nothing you know. What can you do for me?" He sat back in his creaking chair stuck his cigar between his teeth and crossed his arms. I stammered something about not trying to cause any trouble for him. I was confused. The way Uncle Harry talked about this job, I figured it was in the bag. What was this assault for? Finally something I said caught his attention. In my incoherent mumble I had said that I would do anything, whatever it too to get and keep the job that I thought he was offering. "Anything?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. Without backing own, I firmly stated, "Yes, Anything." He leaned forward onto his elbows and said, "Show me." I looked at my Uncle confused. He was grinnin' that shit-eattin grin of his. He out his arm around me and said, "If your gonna make Tony happy, why don't you show him how you make me happy?" Now I was confused about something else. As far as I knew, we had never told anyone about our relationship and what went on between the two of us. And here was Uncle Harry, wanting me to SHOW Tony how I made Uncle Harry so happy. "Go ahead," Uncle Harry said, it cool." I stood up and Uncle Harry turned me to face him. With practiced ease, he undid my belt and jeans and pulled them down to my knees. He bent me over, my ass toward Tony. "Now ain't that the cutest butt you've ever seen?" He asked the boss. He ran his hand over my cheeks and gave them a good slap. Tony whistled his approval as the red mark appeared on my pale cheeks. He muttered a "fucking a" when Uncle Harry slid his middle finger inside me easily up to his knuckle. The whole time I stood bent over, grabbing my ankles for support why the two men apprised me and my Uncle told him what a good fuck and cocksucker I was, something the two of them had obviously discussed before, by their conversation. I was allowed to stand up. When I turned around, Tony hand one arm behind his desk and I could tell he was slowly stroking his dick. "He's a hot little fuck, I'll give you that, Harry. But I don't know. Lets ask Paulie what he thinks." Tony reached over to the intercom box on his desk and pressed a button down. "Paulie. Get in the office pronto!" Uncle Harry pulled me into his lap. I felt how hard his dick was, still trapped in his jeans, the rough material pressing against my cold, bare ass. His hand found my erection and he idly pulled on it, the calluses giving me shivers of joy whenever they scratch at my dickhead. Paulie walked through the door that led to the Main Shop. He as about 30 and was wearing soiled gray coveralls with the sleeves cut off to better display his impressive arms and he was wiping the grease from his hands with an old rag. Paulie was the perfect Italian STUD. He had short black hair beneath a red bandana and a small gold hoop in both his ears. He was clean-shaven except for a small line of hair going from the bottom of his thick lips directly down the center of his chin. One shoulder bore a classic Harley Davidson Shield and Flames tattoo and he had a tribal going from his shoulder to his elbow o his other arm. He wore his coveralls too tight so that his bare chest would stretch the zipper, which would always be half way to his waist, showing off his jet black chest hair, complete with golden chain (crucifix, Italian horn and St. Michael's medallion). The coveralls also helped to accentuate his perpetually half-hard cock. He was also cocky and arrogant, a great kisser and passionate lover and he would nail anything that breathed and moved, given the chance. "What's up, Dad?" I was shocked! Paulie was Tony's son and he just called him into the office where my Uncle was playing with my cock. What kind of job was this gonna be?! "Harry's boy is here for the job," Tony said. I'll need you opinion on this one." Paulie walked over to where I sat in my Uncles lap without an eye, like this was a common occurrence. I was beginning to think that Uncle Harry had set the whole thing up. Paulie pulled back the spare chair, the one I had been sitting in, and plopped down. "Come'er Kiddo, let me get a look at ya." I stood up and goy closer to Paulie. E put both his large hands on me, caressing me and leaving faints dirt and grease marks. He took off my shirt and he had me take off my shoes and jeans too. He massaged my chest, shoulders and ass. His middle finger found my asshole and when he pressed into it, I nearly lost my balance and fell forward, bracing myself against his massive shoulder. He laughed and picked me up. He cradled me in his lap, one finger still probing my ass and he kissed me deeply. No one kisses quite like Italian men do. They were born to make men and women week with their kisses. After a few moments he drew his lips from mine, looked into my eyes, sighed contentedly and smiled. Then he sat me up in his lap, facing his dad and my uncle. He brought the finger that had been in my ass and stuck into his mouth, all the ay to his knuckle, tasting my juices on his greasy hand. I was in love. Utterly. "he's a good one, alright, Pop. But his ass is a little tight for your big dick. At least for now it is." He chuckled. "Yeah, but he said he'd do anything for me." Tony said, now sittin back, one hand holding his cigar, the other still playin with his dick, though I couldn't see it behind the desk. "Shit. I know what that means." Paulie laughed and squeezed my thigh. He looked at Uncle Harry and asked, "You let him have any of that liquid gold yet, Harry?" Liquid gold? Was he referring to his cum? Shit, I'd been on a regular diet of spunk for eight months now. If I stopped I'd probably suffer from withdrawal. "Naw, but he's ready for it." My Uncle Harry smiled back. I was more anxious and confused than ever. "Why don't you and I show him first so he doesn't get scared, huh?" Paulie asked my uncle. "Sure, I'm ready" Both Paulie and my uncle stood up. Tony grabbed me from behind and I sat on his lap. I could feel the precum leaking out of his cock onto the back of my thigh, but he wasn't as hard as his son or my uncle had been. As we watched, Paulie got down on his knees on the floor beside the desk. He unzipped his coveralls all the way down and released his dick. His dick was uncut and thick, but about the length of my uncle's. He fisted his dick and used his other hand to tease his nipple. Uncle Harry stood in front of him and pulled his dick from his jeans. He'd gone partially soft, but I knew from experience that he could control the stiffness of his prick like flipping a switch. "You ready for this boy?" Tony growl in my ear, his hot breathe on my cheek. His huge fist swallowed my cock as he stroked it. His hand was nothing but calluses. Paulie open his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Uncle Harry placed his cockhead about three inches from Paulie's waiting mouth and, after getting a nod of consent from Paulie, he unleashed a golden stream of piss into the Italian mechanics mouth, which was promptly swallowed. I knew this should gross me out. But instead, after only about 30 seconds of watching my uncle piss into this hot guy's mouth, I shot my own load of cum all over Tony's fist and myself. He kept stoking it till every drop coated my dick and stomach and his fist. He licked my cum from his fingers as Uncle Hairy finished pissin and Paulie leaned forward to start sucking Uncle Harry's cock. Uncle Harry grabbed the back of Paulie's head and forced his cock in deeper and deeper. Paulie's fist fly on his own cock, his hand motions a blur as he stroked to climax. He shot his load across the floor and between my uncle's boots. His juice shot six feet from where his dick was! Soon my uncle was grunting, getting close to exploding. "Tony shouted, "Shoot it on his pretty face, Harry! Let me see it!" Uncle Harry did just that. He pulled out of Paulie's mouth, grabbing the base of his cock with one hand and placing the other on the top of Paulie's head. He roared like a beast as he released his payload onto Paulie's grinning mug, his tongue hanging out to catch would he could. When he was done, Paulie, face completely coated in my uncle's juices, stood up. Uncle Harry grabbed Paulie's head in both hands and licked his own cum from his face. A couple of times he locked lips with the stud and fed him some as well. When he stopped, Paulie asked, ginning, "got it all?" My uncle took the handkerchief off Paulie's head and handed it to him, with a laugh and a shove in the chest, and a half muttered "prick". Paulie wiped up the last stray drops of cum from his face. His hair was spiky and standing on end. "What do you think kid? You man enough to wallow my piss like my son does? You want the job bad enough?" I answered with a "yes sir" and stood up and turned to face Tony. He stretched back in his chair one hand behind his head and the other on his chest. I got to me knees and saw his dick for the first time. When Paulie had said I was too tight for his Dad's dick, I thought he had been joking. I saw that he wasn't. I'd seen some big cocks in the porno movies and mags that Uncle Harry had showed me, and had even been fucked by this one pretty big dildo that Uncle Harry had bought for me, but the only way to describe Ton's cock was "massive" or maybe "deformed" It was this huge meaty tube, much larger than his son's cock, uncut as well. Not even totally hard, it hung off the edge of his chair. Measured hard it would reach 12 inches, so big that it would never stand up on its own, no matter how hard he got. When I knelt down, I could barely fit the whole head into my mouth. "Told it was big, Kiddo," Paulie said, patting me on the shoulder as the other two guys laughed. "Don't worry. Think of it as a challenge. I was 17 before I could handle 'the Beast' without crying out for Pop to stop. We'll work you up to it." I nodded as best I could with Tony's dick still filling my mouth. "You ready kid?" Tony asked. "Here it comes. Now don't spill any". I felt his piss stream hit the back of my throat and nearly choked. It was pungent and full of flavor. I wasn't sure quite what to expect. I remember to breath through my nose and started to swallow as fast as I could. I thought he would keep pissing forever, but he stopped. His dick was rock hard now. He pulled my head back but kept his hand resting on top to prevent me moving. Paulie stepped over behind his father's chair. He reached down and started playing with his dad's nipples as his pop pounded away at his enormous endowment inches from my eyes. Then father and son locked lips in a passionate kiss, with lots of moaning and tongue action. The Tony's moaning increased and his chest started to heave. I was pulled forward onto his dick one again, just as load after creamy, Italian load was shot into my mouth. He tasted much sweater than my Uncle and his load was much creamier, not as thick and chunky. Well, I got the job and I started training (on my other tasks) that very afternoon. Turns out that both father and son, as well as my uncle And the two other mechanic working there, Rich and George, were into dick and ass. I worked that job until; I graduated High School. To start off I was paid ten dollars an hour, under the table of course, much more than minimum wage. By the time I was old enough for my license, my Dad and Uncle had helped me with the money I had saved to buy my own motorcycle. She was used, but nit in bad shape, and every guy at the shop helped me to fix her up nice. Every time some teacher or kid at school would tell me how awesome a machine she was, I always thought, "You have no idea how much cock I sucked or how many times I got fucked over a greasy toolbox to get this bike." Then I would smile and laugh, already hard in my jeans.