When Rob hires the Garmon brothers as movers, he knew about their legendary physiques… but not about their legendary uncle!
That means Rob is in for a wild ride of ebony DILF action, and he just might have the most successful move-in of his life!
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Avery felt like he wanted to throw up. Nothing was wrong with him, really, it was just the stress of moving in. He had purchased a new home and only now, after months of paperwork and last-minute snafus, he was moving in.
The only thing that distracted him from his anxiety was the movers. They were the Garmon Brothers Moving Company. When they showed up, Avery was floored — they had incredible physiques, like action heroes — but it wasn’t until a few minutes later that he recalled that was precisely why he had hired them in the first place. Months ago some friends recommended them and mentioned their outrageous physiques and the fact that they were usually shirtless. Avery chose them then but forgot why until they showed up, stripped off their shirts and got to work.
By the time the Garmon brothers were done, Avery felt a little better, if only because he had been staring at them instead of at his awkwardly empty house — he didn’t really own much furniture. He had never lived in a house, just apartments, and he barely had enough stuff to fill the living room. Aside from the mattress and bedframe, all of his things fit in one corner of the living room. The costs of moving in filled his mind, making it hard to think about anything else — Avery needed to set up cable service, a home security system; he needed to buy a wireless router, a couch, a couple chairs — how many chairs were normal? He had no idea, how many people should he assume might be here at one time? — and a lawnmower — how do you mow a lawn? He had never done it. What about a hot water heater? Did he need to buy one of those? His landlord had always taken care of that stuff.
The Garmon brothers were black, dark-skinned, all of them with the same barrel-shaped chests and huge biceps, built like the weightlifters they presumably were. They looked similar, with identical short haircuts and even the same tattoo (of their mother) on their chest above their heart, though they each had an array of other tattoos as well. It wasn’t even clear which of them was eldest, they all looked the same to Avery. Could they be quadruplets?
Seemed unlikely. But Jamid, Lashaun, Treyvon and Riddle Garmon looked shockingly similar.
They distracted Avery from his anxiety over the move. He paced uselessly around the house, alternating between staring at empty rooms and watching their sweat-dappled muscles tense and flex. When they didn’t see Avery for a little while, they started teasing each other, apparently playing some sort of game involving slapping each other’s asscheeks while carrying heavy things (apparently to make them drop stuff? The point of the game wasn’t clear to Avery, but he enjoyed watching).
There was one older one in the five-man Garmon crew, whom they just called Uncle. The Garmon brothers were young and virile and bull-headed, while Uncle was experienced, wizened and dripping with so much swagger it hurt to watch him.
He was tall, lankier than the others but still thick-bodied. He had ropy, well-used muscles, and just one tattoo, a Bible verse printed above his heart. He had a scruffy beard streaked with gray, though the hair on his head featured just one or two gray hairs. His muscles were taut and tight, like he had as much power as his nephews, just crammed into physically smaller muscles.
Avery liked older men like Uncle, who was a dilf if he ever saw one. He didn’t mind the younger boys too, with their six-packed abs and clean-shaved faces, but they paled in sheer power and swagger to their older uncle. He introduced himself as “Uncle” too, like that was his name. Maybe it was. Uncle Garmon. Probably not though.
When the four younger Garmons began loudly discussing a group sexual encounter recently, it was Uncle who snapped at them. He glared sourly and narrowed his eyes to slits.
Lashaun told the story of a gangbang gone wrong. “Man, I thought her thong was on my balls and then I remembered she took her drawers off, she threw ‘em on my face, nigga, I remembered that, so what the fuck is on my balls? So I reach around her and-“
“You was strokin’ my nuts, nigga, I thought it was her fingers, that was fuckin’ nasty-“
“You ain’t s’posed to slap yo’ balls on mine, Treyvon! That ain’t how you do-“
“Yo’ fingers prolly still smell like my nutsweat, you whiny bitch motherfucker!”
“Hey!” Uncle barked. He came into the living room in time to see their argument. Avery kept himself just around the corner, so he could see their shirtless chests heaving as they laughed and argued with each other, but Uncle didn’t see him. “Y’all niggas shut up. No ‘ffensive dialog. We can’t be gettin’ more complaints against us.”
The brothers scoffed and talked all at once. Uncle barked at them to shut up. Then Jamid, who was the oldest of the four Garmon brothers, spoke up. “He’s cool, Uncle. Don’t worry.”
“You don’t know that.” Uncle put his hands on his waist and frowned at his nephews.
“He one them muscle-admirers, Uncle.”
“Yeah, he, he like that.” Riddle might have put out a limp wrist, Avery couldn’t see from this angle, but he did something that made his brothers snicker.
“Bet he’ll like it if I flex my biceps.”
Uncle growled. “You pups best behave-“
“You ain’t in charge, Uncle-“
“Shut the fuck up!” Uncle eyed his nephews suspiciously. “Yo’ daddy said I was in charge-“
“He ain’t say that, he said we gotta give you a job, Uncle.”
“We know how to handle the client, Uncle. He be tippin’ me, man,” Riddle said, flexing his biceps and showing off his six-pack.
“Nuh-uh, you ain’t even seen how he lookin’ at my ass,” Jamid said. “You don’t even know. He gonna eat a BLT outta my ass. I bet I can talk him into givin’ me a grand to touch me, like that one freak, remembuh?”
“No way, he’s movin’, he won’t pay that much,” Treyvon said. He had a cocky grin on his face. “You know he’s gonna pick me. I’m the sexy one.”
“You the cute one, nigga, that ain’t the same thing. Girls like cute,” Lashaun said.
Uncle’s deep gravelly voice filled the air. He wasn’t as loud or as boisterous as the others, but his voice brimmed with authority that made it hard to ignore him. His nephews fell silent whenever he spoke. “What the fuck is you niggas talkin’ ‘bout?”
The Garmon brothers laughed nervously. None of them spoke at first. Then Jamid answered. “Uh… It ain’t, like… Lotta guys, you know… They been hirin’ us for a long time. I think they, like, trade our business cards or some shit. Like in certain clubs-“
“We got a reputation, Uncle. It don’t involve you. They like young boys, not old niggas.”
“They sometimes… you know-“
“All the time.”
“They always pay, like… extra, Uncle.”
Uncle furrowed his brow. “For what?”
“For dick.” Treyvon chortled and grabbed his dick through his jeans. He bit his lip and looked away. He and his brothers chuckled. They exchanged knowing glances, and they glanced behind themselves to see if Avery could hear. Avery was in the other room though, they couldn’t tell that he was around.
Uncle frowned. “What?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Uncle, just go wait in the van.”
“Yeah-” They laughed and shoved each other’s half-naked bodies. Then they all hushed up because Uncle barked aggressively.
“What?!” He glared at the four of them. “Say that again. You tellin’ me to go wait outside? Like I’m some fuckin’ disobedient dog? Huh? Whatchoo-?”
“Relax, Uncle.”
“No one’s disrespectin’ you. This is just-“
“Chill out, Uncle. We know you ain’t wanna get involved in this, man-“
“Cuz it’s that rentboy shit? Huh? Yo’ daddy know ‘bout it? Huh?”
They laughed at him. “It ain’t like that, Uncle. He just gonna jerk some nigga off. It ain’t no thing. Chill out, Uncle.”
Uncle crossed his arms over his chest. He looked sourly on at his nephews, who smiled sheepishly. They rolled their eyes and exchanged eye contact.
Avery stepped into the living room then. The Garmon brothers straightened their backs. Treyvon fixed his pants to make them sag a little lower, so Avery could just see the shadow of his pubic hair extending above his waistline. Uncle was the only one who looked hostile, the others making faces they intended to be smooth and seductive (Avery thought they looked more like they were all holding in a fart at once, but still, he thought it was cute that they tried).
“Thanks for all your hard work today, boys,” Avery said. He pulled out his wallet. “Why don’t I give you each a fifty dollar tip?” He accentuated the word tip, then dropped his wallet on the floor. With exaggerated delicacy, Avery grabbed Jamid’s muscled forearm to support himself as he bent over. “Oops,” he said. He picked up the wallet. “But you still have an opportunity to earn more. There’s more work to be done.”
“What’choo need, suh?”
“I can do anythin you want,” Riddle said. He nonchalantly grabbed at his dick through his jeans. “You want a taste, right? I can see it in yo’ eyes.”
His brothers scoffed, and Jamid threw his hands up. Jamid had been trying to get his brothers to stop volunteering because it undercut their bargaining position. Jamid thought they should pretend they had never done it and that they hated it, so they would only do it for a large amount of money. No one could convince Avery he needed to pay a lot now, since Riddle had made it obvious that he was comfortable with this and had done it before.
But Jamid’s brothers were too rambunctious and headstrong for that. They didn’t like beating around the bush, and they definitely didn’t like pretended to be inexperienced. As soon as any client even hinted at wanting to swing on some big black dick, they started to making offers. Jamid had to join in or the clients would never choose him.
“Riddle don’t know how to treat ya right, boy!”
“For a hundred bucks, I’ll rock yo’ world, no problem! Just bend over and grab ya ankles!”
“Bam!” Lashaun simply pointed to his perfect six-pack abs, which Avery had to admit was remarkable. He would have enjoyed licking Lashaun’s hard body from head to toe.
Jamid seemed to think he was already a shoe-in because Avery had touched his forearm, which Avery did again as he thought. Jamid didn’t respond. His strong, noble jaw remained still. Avery smiled and licked his chest from nipple to shoulder, making Jamid shuffle awkwardly. He laughed to cover up his anxiety.
“You four have great physiques,” Avery said. He giggled. “I’d love to get rammed by all four of you.”
“Hell yeah-“
“Hundred bucks, whiteboy! I’ll rock yo’ world!”
“You want this meat, huh?!”
“I know you like my biceps, weirdo,” Jamid said, flexing his arm in front of Avery’s face. Avery licked up a little more sweat there.
Uncle cleared his throat. “All y’all niggas is nasty-ass suckers. I’m tellin’ yo’ daddy you rentboys fo’ a pervuht.” He nodded at Avery.
The other four all fell silent, unsure if Uncle had offended Avery. Uncle glared dourly at them all.
“Shut up, ol’ nigga. You don’t know nothin’.”
“A mouth is a mouth, and an ass is an ass. Pops knows that. As long as you do it on top, you know, as long as you ain’t the one gettin’ penetrated like a female, its okay. Pops do it too, Uncle. He ain’t a bitch.”
Uncle snarled. “My brother don’t do that! He-“
He stopped yelling because Avery approached him. Avery smiled as he heard the other four brothers chuckle. Then Avery pulled out a one hundred dollar bill and displayed it for Uncle. He tucked it in his shirt pocket as he sunk to his knees.
“I like my meat finely aged,” Avery said. He licked his teeth.
Uncle snarled and hissed, but he didn’t say anything. He glared at his nephews as though this was their fault. “Man…”
“You like ‘em old?”
“That ain’t how it’s s’posed to work.”
“He got a gray old dick, man-” Treyvon said with a laugh
Uncle smacked Treyvon right in the face. Treyvon’s face tensed like he was going to fight back, but then he didn’t. “Shut yo’ mouth, nigga.”
Treyvon looked down at Avery, who was on his knees in front of Uncle. Treyvon frowned. “He ain’t, y’know… He don’t do that, you gotta-“
“Shut yo’ mouth, nigga,” Uncle said again. He smacked Treyvon in the back of the head. “I ain’t say no.” He furrowed his brow and started at Avery. “Hundred bucks?” He snorted, chuckling as he unzipped his jeans and let a massive dick pop out. He took the hundred dollar bill out of Avery’s pocket before letting Avery get to work.
The situation was tense, but that just made it more arousing for Avery. He sucked on just the tip at first, making enough noise and moisture that it filled the dead air in the mostly-empty house. He slathered spit all over Uncle’s cocktip.
As he got hard, his massive dick turning veiny and throbbing in Avery’s mouth, Uncle ignored his nephew’s annoyed glances. Uncle grimaced and his hands formed fists at his side because he didn’t want to touch Avery’s head — he knew if he did, he’d start forcefully throating him down and Uncle wasn’t sure Avery wanted that.
“Uncle, I thought you ain’t like this-“
“Shut up,” Uncle said with a snarl. He began pumping his hips back and forth, letting his dick rub on Avery’s tongue and his lips.
His nephews chuckled to each other. They all looked away from Uncle’s dick sliding in and out of Avery’s mouth. The Garmon brothers flared their nostrils, annoyed that they hadn’t been picked. They each regarded it as almost a betrayal — they had thought they were going to make that hundred bucks, not Uncle. It seemed unfair since, as far as they were concerned, they had better bodies than Uncle. They didn’t get that it wasn’t all about youth and perfect bodies.
“Uncle…”
“You is one fuckin’ hypocrite, you was givin’ us shit just cuz you ain’t think he was gonna pick you.”
“You goin’ booty bandit now, Uncle? Why’d you try so hard to get out of prison then? Huh? Wasn’t you already where you wanna be-?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Uncle barked. He sniffled. “I only did this cuz I ain’t wanna deprive this little fairy, he deserve what he-“
“Then why’d you act like we was fucked up for doin’ the same thing?”
“You was gonna tell on us to Pops, Uncle! You was gonna tattle like a little boy.”
Uncle ignored them, watching his dick slip in and out of Avery’s mouth. “Get outta here, or I’ll tell ya daddy you was tryin’ to watch me fuck my bitch.” He paused and whispered to Avery — loud enough for everyone to hear — “don’t worry, boy, I don’t mean nothin’ by callin’ you a bitch.”
Avery nodded. He was getting annoyed by all the talking, so he grabbed Uncle’s hands and guided them to his head, hoping to distract Uncle from his nephews. Uncle was reluctant at first — he was used to throating his bottoms in prison, not on the outside. It was soon apparent that Avery wanted him to ram as hard as he could, which was not an invitation oft-extended in prison.
So Uncle crossed his arms at the wrist and gripped Avery’s scalp with both hands. He held on tightly as he drilled his dick in, ignoring the instinctual resistance that welled up from Avery’s throat. It squeezed around Uncle’s fat dick.
“Damn, he goin’ at it!”
“I knew you messed wit’ boys in prison, Uncle. You said you never did it-“
Uncle flared his nostrils. “I ain’t do it in prison wit’ no boy.”
“So this is ya first time?” The brothers snickered with each other. It was obvious none of them believed that this was Uncle’s first time. Avery had to admit that Uncle didn’t seem like a first-timer.
“Shut up.” Uncle moaned as his dick leaked precum. The salty-sour flavor assaulted Avery’s senses, while he struggled to hoarsely breathe. He clasped Uncle’s plump asscheeks, which were round and hairy, bare because his pants were around his ankles — that made him look silly, his nephews thought, because real gangstas either took their pants all the way off or only lowered them just enough to get their dicks out. Uncle looked like an idiot, they decided, shuffling around with his pants around his ankles.
His balls slapped against Avery’s chin. Avery was delirious, blinded by tears that had welled up in his eyes as his lungs cried out for oxygen. He reached up with his hands to massage Uncle’s barrel-chest and the grayish hairs plastered to his skin there with sweat from the day’s work.
As he continued to plow at Avery’s throat, holding onto his head while the precum flowed, Uncle dragged Avery to the corner of the living room where most of Avery’s boxes were. He had to shuffle because his pants were still around his ankles.
“Alright, boy, we gonna get deep in that ass now. You ready to bend over this box?”
Avery nodded, looking up at Uncle, whose deep dark eyes stared down at him judgmentally.
“You wrong. You ain’t ready. Finger yaself,” Uncle said. “Don’t stop it wit’cha mouf.”
Avery slipped a finger into his ass. He kneeled by one of the boxes, which had his bathroom stuff in it. He managed to find his tube of lube and smeared some in his ass, all without letting Uncle’s dick pop out of his mouth again. He slobbered all over that pulsating shaft, making Uncle grunt and groan.
“Uncle, we know you done it before-“
“Shut up.”
“Uncle, c’mon, man, you can admit it. It don’t even count in prison. It ain’t-“
“Shut the fuck up!” Uncle’s rough, gravelly voice rang out. He roughly pulled away from Avery, grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up just enough to toss him over the box. Avery was still desperate for air because his throat had been full of salty dickmeat. Uncle either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
He rammed his dick in right away and gripped Avery by the shoulder. Avery cried out. The pain wasn’t that intense, really — he had pre-lubed and fingered himself, which helped quite a bit — but it was awkward and difficult. Uncle didn’t take Avery’s feelings into consideration at all. He simply bent Avery over the box of bathroom supplies and rammed the tip of his dick right in.
Avery howled and bit his lip. Uncle’s nephews fell grim and silent, wincing because Avery looked to be in agonizing pain at first. That lasted only a moment, however, before Avery’s ass began to loosen and his prostate came alive. Uncle slammed into it again and again. He knew exactly what he was doing, Avery could tell, he had plenty of experience with this. His big callused fingers roamed all over Avery’s smooth both.
Uncle didn’t seem to much care about the pleasure wracking Avery’s body, making him shimmy and shudder like an electric snake. Uncle’s manhood rammed at every corner of Avery’s insides. He slapped Avery’s asscheek whenever he felt resistance, and he pounded away, getting a little more of his massive dick in with every thrust of his hips. He held Avery’s head down with one hand, while his other spread Avery’s asscheeks.
“Damn, Uncle…”
“He hittin’ that ass hard!”
A wet moan escaped from Uncle’s mouth, and he followed Avery to the ground as his entire cock shifted into him, pushing past the final remnants of resistance in Avery’s throat. Uncle’s powerful body tensed and flexed from top to bottom, pecs flexing, legs straightening. His dick throbbed in Avery’s ass, each throb intensifying the sensation, while Avery’s hands clawed at his iron-like thickness. Avery couldn’t breathe or think or move, all he could do was experience the incredible sensations arising from his ass. He had never taken such a big dick in his ass, and it seemed to get bigger with every passing moment. Uncle moved his cock as though he was an expert in teasing prostates, and he made Avery squirm with pleasure.
Uncle knew a lot more than he let on about ramrodding men. He didn’t see it in the same way as his nephews did because he was older and he was raised differently — as Uncle saw it, he hadn’t rammed any men in prison, he’d fucked “females”. They may not have been female biologically speaking, but in the prison hierarchy, that’s what they were. As far as he was concerned, the best part about booty-ramming was when the bottom orgasmed. He slowed himself down to be sure he didn’t finish before that happened.
So he was relieved when he felt Avery’s ass clench around his dick. The smell of cum filled the air. Uncle rather liked that smell — to him, it smelled like passion and love and excitement. That smell made everything bearable, and Uncle wished he could have brought Avery’s tight ass with him into prison. A long howl of ecstasy came outta Uncle’s mouth, and when he thought that might sound too passionate, he turned into a raspy-voiced chuckle. He sneered at his nephews.
“Fill ‘im up, Uncle!”
“Destroy that ass!”
Uncle’s nephews’ bravado had diminished though. They were less than thrilled about seeing their older uncle naked, and they were each upset (not that they would ever admit it) that Avery hadn’t picked them. They sucked on their tongues and lifted up their shirts to show off their six-packs even though nobody was looking in their direction.
Avery experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. He had never taken it up the ass this good. He couldn’t even guess how long it had taken — had it been a few minutes? A couple hours? He guessed it couldn’t have been too long or Uncle’s nephews would have gotten bored and left. But it felt like a lifetime.
At last Uncle sprayed cum into Avery’s ass, a thick and bountiful load that filled him up. Uncle’s entire body pressed onto Avery’s back, smearing him with frenzy-soaked sweat and condensation from his hot breath. Avery couldn’t breathe at all, not that he wanted to, he wanted to lay there and submit, allowing Uncle to spurt gallons of cum into him.
“Ah, goddamn…” Uncle moaned into Avery’s ear, making him shudder and shake. More jets of cream spurted into Avery’s insides, and he exulted in the sticky, warming goopiness of it. It was all over his insides, like he melted into Uncle’s muscles.
“Okay, Uncle, you done. You can quit now.”
“Yeah, you gonna cuddle wit’ ‘im?”
“You two could make out all night long if you want, but we leavin’ wit’ the truck.”
Uncle snorted. He lifted his head, his dick still limpening inside Avery. He grabbed Avery’s wallet and pulled out another twenty-dollar bill. He twitched his dick, reawakening Avery’s orgasm and making him moan. Uncle smiled for the first time since this had begun. “I’m takin’ twenty more bucks, boy. That’s yo’ payment for me doin’ you extra-good.”
Avery was too tired and full-up to complain. He would have given over the twenty if Uncle had bargained with him to begin with, so it didn’t seem like a big deal to let Uncle just take it.
Then Uncle’s dick finally plopped out, covered in creamy white cum. He let it rest there for a moment, wiggling it around and wiping some of his load off on Avery’s ass.
He tucked his cock away and stood up. “Alright, there you go, suh.”
A long awkward silence filled the room. Avery was exhausted enough he didn’t care, but the Garmons all exchanged unsure glances, except for Uncle himself who just pulled his pants up and ignored everyone else.
“Thanks,” Avery said breathlessly. He gasped, whole body still thrumming with aftershocks of his climax. He gingerly wiped his ass clean. “I’ll be sure to recommend you to my friends.”
