Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2024 13:08:28 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: My Uncle the Beatr (Gay / Incest, Adult Youth, oral anal, m/MMM) Incest, Adult Youth, oral anal, m/MMM This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a consenting teen and adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. Copyright 2024 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. My Uncle the Bear By Wolf My mother is a single parent and we live in a suburb of Denver, Colorado. When I was a 12-year-old innocent my mother's sister and her husband dropped by for a short visit on their way north to their home. During their weekend visit Mom got the idea that it would be good for me to spend the summer with their older brother on his cattle ranch in Wyoming. She called her brother and asked him if he would like to have his nephew spend the summer with him. He could teach me the ranching business. Apparently, he was happy to have me spend the summer with him. Mom and I packed up clothes we thought I would need in a duffel bag. My aunt and her husband were happy to drop me off at the ranch on their way north to their home. I had never been on a trip that long before and the six hours drive seemed like a much longer trip. When they turned, on to a two-lane road leading to the ranch seemed long as well. It was another mile or more on a dirt road to the ranch house. There were several barns adjacent to the big ranch house. There were also four outlier bungalows beyond the barns. My aunt and her husband only stayed long enough to visit her brother and have dinner with him before getting back on the road. I was truly impressed and intimidated by the size of my uncle John. I had seen photographs of him but you can't appreciate his size without a reference. When I stood before him and was introduced to him, I had a new perspective of him. He stood at least 6-feet 4-inches tall and he must weigh 270 pounds. His hair looked almost black and his facial hair showed some gray on the chin. There was dark hair visibly showing sticking out of the collar of the T-shirt and open collar of his western shirt. I was a little frightened by him. His booming baritone voice was powerful and you knew he expected you to do and he wanted without question. He showed me the room that was going to be mine and told me that I could unpack my bag later. He had a Mexican House boy that looked after the house. He was the one that made the meal for the four of us. When we said goodbye to my aunt and her husband and saw them drive away, John said I would meet the ranch hands later. When we were in the house, he looked me over with an appraising eye and said: "You look like you're wear a 9-shoe, right?" "Yes, sir." He left me in the living room and when he returned, he was carrying cowboy boots that were not new but were in good condition. As h handed me the boots he said: "Try these on. These are good boots. They have linings made from the stomach of a cow, so they are comfortable and last for years. The cheap boots are lined with canvas that fall apart in a matter of months. When I tried them on it was a tight fit but comfortable once on my feet. He told me that there was a boot block in my bedroom so that I would hook my heel in the back and stand on it to remove the boots to take them off. I thanked him and assured him they felt great. He told me: "This a working cattle ranch, so I expect you to work right along with the hands. Starting tomorrow we will be rounding up the two herds and be tagging the spring folds, dehorning them, vaccinating them, and castrating the males. We refer to castrated males as steers. Bulls are for breeding. Castrated horses are gildings, females are mares and males are stallions. After we finish that job, we will be filling the barns with enough hay bales to feed the cattle during the winter month. The rest of the time we move the cattle around to prevent overgrazing one area. We winter the two hurds in a sheltered area where we can supplement their feed." That was a lot of information to take in, but he assured me that I would understand as the days passed. He woke me up early and told me to feed the dogs, chicken, rabbits, and goats. When I had finished the chores. The Mexican had breakfast ready. (Uncle John told me the house boy's name was Manual.) I thought he had made too much food, but John told me I would need it because I would be working hard and I would be starved before lunch. There were a dozen ranch hands waiting for us to receive orders for the day. John told his foreman to take half of the men to the east pasture and round up the herd and he would take the rest of the men to the west pasture to round up the rest of the herd. The men went to select their horses and saddle up. John took me to the coral and selected me a buckskin pony with black tail and mane. He showed me how they measure the height of a horse, by counting the number of hand widths to the withers (shoulders). My pony was 14 hands. John selected a 16-hands Rone stallion. He taught me how to saddle my horse and bridle him. When we mounted them, he told me how to let the horse know where I wanted him to go by holding the rains in one hand and moving my hand to the right or left I wanted to go the rains on the neck lets the horse know where I want to go. I could also press my knees against the ribs to let the horse know that I wanted him to go in the opposite direction. He also told me that these are western working horses you relax in the saddle. You don't bounce like an English saddle horse. He assured me that there was more information I would learn as I needed. We rode west until we came upon a scattered herd. The hands spit up to circle the herd and started moving them east. The two riding drag drove them and the remaining hands and John and I rode out riders keeping strays from wandering off. It took us a couple of days to get them to the holding pens. The other group got their herd to the pens the next day. We started singling out the yearlings and moving them in shoots so that we could vaccinate them and put a chip in their neck. That way if they ever wandered off the range, we would know about it. (That prevents rustling and he didn't need to use barbed wire.) That means there is less scarring of the leather, which increases the value of the hides. The males got their scrotums gut off and a power was applied to reduce bleeding and ward off flies from the crotches and where the horns had been cut off. They applied his personal brand to mark his cattle. It was a days' work to brand the yearlings. When the job was over the herds were driven to two different fresh pastures. The following days were spent unloading bales of hay from flatbed trucks into barns right up the rafters. I noticed that a couple of barn owls were not happy with the reduced space for them to hunt for mice and rats. That was a back breaking job pitching bales of hay to fill a ten-foot-high barn. I lost a lot of baby fat and got leaner and stronger. Being outdoors in the sun I got a working man's tan. I had been so tired that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. But when I became accustomed to the work, I became aware of what was going on around me. I noticed just how hairy Uncle John was as he walked naked from the bathroom to his bedroom. His body was covered with black hair, especially his belly and crotch. Then I saw his butt I noticed that his asshole was dark because of all the black hair ringing his asshole. He sported a long cock and his scrotum hung low and swung as he walked. Then one night I witnessed Manual sneaking into John's bedroom. I heard them talking and got curious about what was going on. The old ranch house had old skeleton keys on the bedroom doors. I was able to peek through the keyhole and see a lot of the bedroom. I saw that Manual's brown body was almost hairless. He just had a small amount of black pubic hair under his arms and on his pubic bone. Uncle John looked like a giant bear next to his house boy. I was fascinated watching Manual laying on his back and my uncle sticking his cock into the brown asshole and fucking him like a woman. When John stopped moving, I knew he was cumming in Manual's ass. When he pulled his wet cock out of Manual's asshole the brown man sat up and got on his knees in front of John and took hold of the cock and started sucking it clean. I struggled with my feelings about what I had witnessed when I returned to my room. The next day I was in the barn gathering the eggs after feeding the animals. When John came into the barn looking for a hook knife and rasp file. He told me: "I'm going to change the horseshoes on a few horses after breakfast, do you want to give me a hand?" "Yes. sir." After we ate, he led me to the coral and singled out a half dozen horses and led them to the barn. He had me hold the halter of a horse he was going to reshoe. He used a tool to clip the nails off the poof and pried the old shoe of the hoof and he stood with his back to the horse with the bent for legs between his knees and he used the hoof knife to cut out the pulp under his hoof then he used the rasp to file the hoof down to make a fresh surface for the new shoe. He heated the iron so that he could shape the shoe to the hoof. After quenching the shoe in water, he put six nails in his mouth and nailed the shoe to the hoof and used the tool to cut off the excess nail off and bend the rest over to ensure the nail would not work loose. Then he did the same thing to the other four hoofs and the remaining horses. While he was working, I worked up the nerve to ask him about what I had witnessed him doing to Manual. John expressed some surprise that I had seen him fucking Manual. He finished up the job and returned the horses to the pen before taking me back to the house. We entered through the back door into the kitchen. Manual was busy starting to slow cook the evening meal. He simply told Manual: "Come with us to my room." The three of us went upstairs to the master bedroom, and John told Manual: "I want you to breed my nephew." As soon as we were in the bedroom, John sat in his desk chair in front of his desk and watched as Manual undressed without saying anything. When Manual was totally naked, I admired his hairless body with the patch of coarse black pubic hair above his uncut penis. and dark brown wrinkled scrotum. I was brought back to the moment when Manual started undressing me. He had me sit on the bed so that he could pull my boots off, so that he could peel my jeans down my legs. I had a boner in my underwear and when he pulled the elastic band down it pulled my boner down until the elastic got past my penis and it sprang up like a spring. Manual gave my dick a few strokes before taking it into his mouth and sucking my dick until I came in his mouth. He swallowed all of the cum. When he was finished. he prepared me to fuck my ass. He had me sit on the edge of the bed and he picked up both of my legs and hung them over his shoulders and guided his dark brown uncut cock at my puckered pink asshole. His cock was not any bigger than my own, but when the head of his cock started stretching my asshole open the pain was intense. I whined in pain, and Uncle John said: "You must relax your asshole boy! Strane like you're trying to shit a big turd." As soon as I strained the cock entered my asshole. As soon as I stopped straining the pain was intense again. I whined and strained again. I was grunting with every stroke. I was sweating profusely by the time Manual stopped moving and started squirting his load in my asshole. When he pulled his cock out of my ass, John told me: "Boy, be sure to suck Manual's cock clean!" My asshole was throbbing and it hurt to move, but I knelt before Manual and clung to his hips while I sucked his cock clean. When I was done, John told Manual: "You can return to the kitchen and continue cooking." Manual gathered up his clothes and left the room instantly. John told me: "Come here boy and take out my cock and suck my cock!" I crawled on my knees to him and when he spread his legs, I unbuttoned his jeans and struggled to pull the jeans out from under his butt along with his white boxer shorts. I could smell the strong odor of his sweaty crotch along with the fragrance of the laundry soap used to wash his clothes. I was mesmerized by the size of my uncle's cock. I had never seen a cock that was as large as his before. My uncle 's cock looked like it was almost a foot long and when I wrapped my hand around the shaft, I found that it was as big around as my wrist because my thumb and middle finger failed to touch by a quarter inch. I masturbated the shaft a little before I took the big mushroom head into my mouth. It was all I could do to get the head into my mouth. I sucked on his head and masturbated him until my jaw began to ache from holding my mouth open for so long. Then uncle John placed both hands on the back of my head and pulled my head down. I had to remove my hand and when his cock hit the back of my throat I gagged. But he showed me no sympathy and drove his cock down my throat. I couldn't breathe and I was gagging until he pulled his cock back until my throat was clear. My nose was smashed against his sweaty pubic hair. All I could smell was his body. When he started cumming he pulled my head back enough to give his cum room. But he kept the head in my mouth and told me: "Swallow my cum Boy!" When he finally allowed me to lift my head up, He said: "You are going to be bread every day until you ae comfortable being fucked. Then I will breed you until you feel empty when my cock is not in your ass! Do you understand?" I whined: "Yes, Sir." The following days Manual came to my room and fucked me before I got up to do my chores before breakfast. During the day while working with the ranch hands. The foreman started by going with me to put out some blocks of salt for the cattle to lick, he pulled me under a shade tree and pulled down my pants and fucked m asshole while I braced myself against the trunk of the tree. I must have been fucked by every hand. One Saturday night The foreman invited me to his bungalow for a dance. All the hands were there and we were country dancing to records and drinking beer. Pretty soon they undressed me and each other. When we were all naked, they started masturbating and sucking each other. When the foreman bent me over a sturdy coffee table and fucked my ass. I was soon being spit roasted. I think everyone had an opportunity to breed my ass and cum in my mouth before the party was over. I was sore for a few days but when uncle John asked me how I felt the following weekend and I told him that I felt fine he took me to bed with him that night. We were both naked and he had me suck his cock until he was satisfied That he was hard enough. Then he fucked me in the missionary position. Because he wanted to see my face while he fucked me and masturbated me while he was breeding me. I was able to take his cock, but still grunted with every thrust. When he came in my ass, I felt the liquid leaking out of my gaping asshole, but I was thrilled that I had pleased him. The rest of the summer I slept with uncle John every night and got fucked by Manual and the hands almost daily. I was disappointed when I had to return home. I hated having to say goodbye to the ranch hands and Manual. John drove me home in his pickup. When Mom greeted me home, she was amazed at how much I had changed. I was leaner and taller. I had a decent tan because I had spent so much time outdoors in the nude. Mom asked: "John is James a breeder now?" John smiled: "James is a true member of the family now. His grandfather will be pleased with his grandson next summer!" 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