My First Time: Ass Busted by My Uncle’s Biker Buddy

By Tosh Turner

The xxx story of how the young and respectable real estate broker follows his rebel uncle's footsteps, ditches his Mr. Straight image, and also his girlfriend Stephanie, and turns to the biker gang to satisfy his curiosity. Just one day was enough to make him turn from 'straight guy' into submissive 'butt slut' for Rattler, the big bearded biker-brute who brutally robs his innocence.

Taken from the bar, back to Rattler's dump of a place, tied and tested, and then beasted and busted; his first time and it hurt so good. Hurt him enough to make him want more, to scrap his old ways and become one of the gang of heavy drinking, anti social, brutal sex addicts; rough living pigs who didn't care if it was man or a woman, as long as they struck gold.

Written to arouse and satisfy - strong sexual content strictly suitable for mature adults and over 18's only! Like it raw and randy?  Looking for something special? Something that won't disappoint? You just found it!  One handed reading guaranteed. Scroll down to order now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Jun 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393460664

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My First Time

Ass Busted by my Uncle’s Biker Buddy

Uncle Dominic. I hadn’t heard from him in a long time. Of course that wasn’t that odd. Dominic had never been one to stay in contact often, of course he didn’t really have much of a need to. Dominic had been the outcast of our family for a long time. He had chosen a life that was less than traditional, less than mainstream, less than what society would call Normal when he was young and for that most of my family had tossed him aside like a used pair of underwear.

Dominic had tried for normal, but normal never really fit with him. He dropped out of high school and got his GED, he joined the marines, but was drummed out for insubordination and a penchant for fighting. He puttered around for a while ended up in county jail several times, most of them for fighting, or public drunkenness and lewd behavior. Eventually found his way into the seedy underworld of the outlaw biker community. To his friends he was known as Slider to my family, he was known as a disgrace, to me he was good old uncle Dom, my favorite uncle, and I loved him. I loved him being out there. I loved him being different. I loved his rebel attitude, his no nonsense approach to life, his rough, gruff personality that did what he wanted, how he wanted and when he wanted and didn’t care what others thought about that. He had a patch on his vest that read D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F. I asked him when I was young what the letters meant and he told me it stood for Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck? He told me it was a biker’s mantra, part of the code that they lived their lives by.

They were on the fringe of society, not because people put them there, but because they wanted to be there. They felt that the fringe was where real life happened and real people experienced it. That’s what he considered himself to be, a real person, living a real life. He thought that he was above and beyond what the rest of the world was. He felt that he was better than the 99% of people who lived in the illusion, who played by the rules that were made to prevent them from ever winning. He referred to himself as an Outlaw, and said that he was part of the 1%. The 1`% of the population that saw behind the curtain and knew the wizard was a fake, who recognized that the emperor had no clothes, that understood that the system was rigged and chose to not be a part of it in favor of a life that was real, not one that was programmed for them from the time they started kindergarten. My Uncle Dominic Slider Donnelly was a hell of a man and I had not heard from him in a long time. I hadn’t given him much thought, except the occasion passing one when I would hear a motorcycle passing by.

I was sitting at my desk trying to get through another day of work. It was a Wednesday, not anything special about it, just another random Wednesday. I was at the real estate office preparing to show a house at three and then it would be off to home to grab a dinner and then head out for a night of bowling with my friends. Me and my girlfriend, Stephanie, who I had been living with for more than two years, had an understanding. Wednesday nights was our separate nights out. We felt that it was important to have one night during the week that we were not with each other so that we could appreciate each other more and feel that we still had personal space in our lives. On that night we could go out with our friends and not feel guilty or obligated. She usually had a wide variety of things that she would have planned with her friends, and I had bowling. I like bowling, it’s simple, it’s safe and it’s casual. Simple, safe, casual. Yep, that is the best way I can describe my philosophy on life. Not anything like Dominic. He was reckless, he was on the edge, and he was over the top all the time. I guess that’s why I loved him so much. He was everything that that the rest of my family isn’t, including me. As I sat there working on a posting for a home I was set to start listing on Monday there was a knock at the door of my office. I didn’t know it at the time but the tall, thin man with white hair and silver framed glasses that was standing in my doorway was about to break my heart, and change my life, all in less than a minute.

Mr. Donnelly? The man said as he stood in my doorway and my gaze rose up from the computer screen to meet his own.

Yes? May I help you? I asked.

I’m sorry to barge in on you like this, but my name is Terry Drumm, I am an attorney. I need to speak with you on a matter of personal business if you have a moment? He said. I could not believe that I was hearing those words come out of an attorney’s mouth. I couldn’t fathom what the hell an attorney could have to talk to me about that would be considered personal business.

I’m sorry what is this about Mr. Drumm? I asked.

I’m a solicitor under the retainer of your uncle Dominic Gene Slider Donnelly. I’m afraid that I have some rather unpleasant news, may I please come in and sit down to speak with you sir? It is rather important? He said. I was lost in the words. Uncle Dom had a lawyer and he was needing to talk to me about personal business matters. I knew deep down that this could not be good, not at all.

"Yes of course, actually, no. I tell you what it’s about time for my lunch why don’t we go somewhere else. No one around here knows about uncle Dom and his,