Date: Fri, 02 Apr 2004 17:58:54 +0000
From: Chuck Fauker <militarystudusa@hotmail.com>
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.