I'm not gay but early on, thanks to a slimy uncle who was a conniving, con man and pervert to everyone but me, taking an early liking to me, I became a bit of a male whore. His bother, my dad, was a natural jock and played and won in every conceivable sport. He had a natural physique and thanks to genetics, passed it on to me. By the time I was 15 I was wise beyond my years, 6'4" and with a man's physique and erection.

My uncle sat me down one day and said, "Kid, you have an impossible body, an Adonis, learn to take full advantage of it while you got it because it just will not last." Honestly, in the beginning, I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. Being me, a virtual kid needing his nose wiped, I did not have a clue. At the gym, he walked me to the mirror and said, "Turn around, look at you muscular butt cheeks, your incredible thighs and arms. It's not just powerful looking but beautifully formed. I get sick looking at you as I did looking at your father's fucking undeserved, natural body. Part of me hates your fucking guts. That said, you are my nephew and I will push you ahead of your time."

Until I was 17 I had no real clue what my slimy uncle was saying but as sneaky and shitty as he was, I admired him. He took shit from absolutely no one but would rob the poor. My dad had the body and face but was wimpy by comparison. Uncle told me to "go up to the edge but don't cross over, sell yourself but only to those who can really afford you." Still, I suppose I was not Einstein's little brother but only by the time I was 18 with my rat-prick-fuck uncle rapping tirelessly did I begin to "get it."

Uncle had me print cards at school and I was a senior so teachers gave perks to us. My print and craft teacher was obviously gay, a highly popular man of wit and humor. When I asked him to help me print some business cards he quickly offered to do it himself, for free. He said, "Just let me lick your asshole, you hunky senior boy." I said, "Let me think about it," and called my uncle. Uncle said, absolutely but don't fuck him else you will cross the road. Cross it only if you want to attain the lifestyle of Bi or Gay." Soon enough, I was after school, locked into my print teacher's office after hours. He went down on me and it felt odd but not bad. He licked my ass, rimmed me, as I later understood, and I found myself erecting. My cock came out to its full length and the teacher lost his breath looking at it.

Teacher grabbed my cock, his face never departing from my muscular gluteals, his tongue now darting in and out of my orifice as he jerked me off. He stopped and asked me if he could suck on my now granite hard pecker. I went ahead with it and in minutes started firing into the grateful man's throat. In a few days, he handed me 500 cards that said, "household work to perfection," my uncle's words. I went to the top of society homes in the county and knocked on doors, often getting doors slammed in my face but, as uncle said, "Just one taker and you are IN, sonny boy."

The "one" taker turned out to be a middle aged lady who had been sunning nude by her pool. She came around and took a card while her eyes carved my body up. She was tall, around 5'10" but in nice shape. I later found out she was 52. She had a flat chest but her ass was something to behold. It excited me just being there. She called later in the week and asked if I could clean out the junk in her pool. I showed up with needless tools because she had everything I needed in her garage. She wore a terry cloth robe but seemed nude underneath. Much of my uncle's years of teaching rose to the fore. I asked if she and her husband were retired and she countered with, "No husband but a few obviously parasitical, worthless male and female friends."

This was my first such experience and I did not want to screw it up. I approached cautiously. As I soon realized caution was completely unnecessary. She took me into her garage, where it was cool from the high summer. She said, "I already have a good pool cleaning service. I just wanted to know you better." Her hand touched my waist and suddenly, my shorts tented at the crotch. She touched the tent, then caressed it. She began to kiss my neck and asked "How old are you?" I told her 18 and she sighed, "Incredible" and continued to tongue bathe me. My mouth enveloped hers, her tongue already flying around. She turned around and dropped her terry robe. I dropped my shorts but first, remembering uncle's instructions, buried my face into her crotch and licked as if the world was about to end. She stifled her screams. After a few minutes my brain was on fire with the thought of entering her and I stood up and slowly drove my cock into her vagina until it was all inside. She began to thrust back, still facing away from me, and she was fucking me, hard, her hips flying like Circus acrobats.

This turned out to be my audition. By the end of the summer, gaining a half dozen clients, I had my college tuition almost paid off. Reporting it all to uncle slime-ball, he said, "Being your flesh and blood, I will ask for no commission." I began to reform my opinion of him.