Falling for My Dirty Uncle

Sure I'm a badass, but that shit that people say about me is just crazy.

I think it's because they think I'm some kind of god amongst men. Maybe they're fucking thinking that with my 6' 4" frame, my bronzed skin, my 8-pack washboard abs, and ripped physique I'm some kind of fucking sex god.

Okay, I can understand that. Yeah, I guess you could say I qualify as a sex god. But babe, my fucking soulful blue eyes—they're so deep that you'll get lost in them—and my strong jawline and warm smile will have you falling in fucking love fast, even as I fuck you.

That's what's happening to Melissa, Josie, and Lisa. They started out with a dare for Melissa. It was her birthday. Lisa came up with the dare that Melissa should try and unzip me with her mouth. Well, it was a little too successful. Before I knew it, that warm, sweet mouth was engulfing my cock and I was sighing.

Oh yeah, Melissa was sucking my cock good. But she couldn't deep throat me all the way. It's alright. Not too many women can.

I mean, come on, you know what I'm packing. It's been in the papers. It's been online. I've got a fucking 12-inch trouser snake swinging between my legs. A foot of lust muscle to take you to fucking paradise.

That's how Lisa and Josie, after trading looks that basically said fuck it, decided to get in on the action.

I mean, how could you sit there and watch me get a blowjob and not get fucking hot? My 12 inches of veiny, throbbing, cock standing upright like the fucking Washington Monument. With the spit that the girls were putting on it, it glistened under the lights of the club.

Yeah, how the fuck could you not get turned on by that?

But then again, they were hot the moment they came into this club. That was the real thing. There was no way you could come into Python and not get turned on.

Because you see, Python is a different sort of nightclub.

It's a different sort of world.

You probably think based on what you know about me that I'm some shady guy with a ripped body and a big cock, I bet. That's from everything you've heard about me.

But there's more.

Sure, I used to do porn. I did a lot of porn back in the day. All male-female contemporary stuff. I posed on romance covers for my boy Eddie Cleveland and Mona Cox. But I really got famous with Hawkelane Media and their direct video chat sex lines. That's what really started bringing in the money once Arsen Hawke got married and started to modernize the company with his wife.

But did you know that before porn I went to fucking college?

That's right.

I graduated from Iowa State with a Bachelors in something I don't fucking remember. I wasn't really feeling working for someone my whole life. That's when my buddy got shot and almost died in Afghanistan. And so I spent four years over in the Middle East, killing terrorists and helping innocent people get out from under the yoke of fucking ISIS.

Came back and crashed with my buddy in New York for a couple of days. During that time we went to a party where Arsen met me.

Sized me up real good. We started doing shots of Jamo. Started fucking talking. He was s sharp dude. Straight talker. No fucking bullshit.

Just like me.

Arsen told me if I worked hard, did my hustle right, that there was money in video sex chat.

I gave it a go. Worked my fucking ass off. Went from on demand sex chat to online streaming.

And boy was I fucking successful.

You probably remember my face on the cover of Time Magazine when I became the highest paid male actor, and then the next year when I became just hands down the highest paid person in porn, period.

Sure, I worked with Kane. But honestly, I got out of the business before the whole virtual reality stuff. I was already worth about $760 million dollars.

That's right.

I'm not some New York City billionaire who lives in One57.

No, I fucking live downtown, right next to the subway. Specifically, the E train, which takes me to my club in Long Island City, Queens.

See, I used about $50 million to start this place last year, and I named it Python.