Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2021 13:47:51 -0800
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Privileged Boy (Gay / Incest, oral, anal, b/MMM)

Incest, oral, anal, b/MMM

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage boy and adult males.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                      Privileged Boy
                           By
                          Wolf

	I came from an exceptionally wealthy family.  My
ancestors amassed a fortune during the gold rush period of
California.  They were involved in everything from hydraulic
mining, building the Union Pacific Railroad and establishing
banking and newspapers.  They used their political
connections to take advantage of insider trading to invest in
property that increased in value so much that the family
fortune insured that the family would remain molders of
California for the foreseeable future.

	My father bought a home that could only be called a
mansion in the hills overlooking Carmel for his petite bride.
She was the hit of the social elite of the county club set.  Her
one duty was to produce a male to carry on the family
business.  Dad spent most of his time living in a hotel in
downtown San Francisco.  He would spend weekends at
home when convenient.  Mother managed to drive her car
into a tree returning from a drunken party on the Pacific
Coast Highway.  She was pronounced dead upon arriving at
the hospital.  I was just entering preschool at the time.

	I was shaken at the loss of my mother.  I thought she
was the most beautiful woman in the world.  I was
overwhelmed by the numbers of mourners that paid their
respect at the funeral.  I had no idea who the wealthy
friends of my father were.  I did recognize Clint Eastwood
and Doris Day.  They both lived in the area.

	My father saw fit to pick my uncle as my guardian.
Uncle James was the younger brother and had always been
the playboy of the family.  He was quite the polo player,
yachtsman, and racecar driver.  I was impressed with all of
the trophies he amassed.  I was the proudest boy when he
would allow me to ride in his newest sports car, he was
testing at the Laguna Seca Raceway.  I had custom fitted golf
clubs as soon as I started school.  I was taught how to tie all
manner of knots needed to sail a yacht.  I wanted to be just
like my uncle James.

	James was always looking after me.  He saw to it that I
learned all of the social graces.  I could communicate with
my father's associates and get down and dirty with the
grease mechanics around the race track or communicate
with the old salts around the docks.  Home life was
interesting.

	The home was large; most of the neighbors had fill
staffs to look after the homes, but our home only had a male
chief, a male valet, and a man to look after grounds.  It never
occurred to me to question why we didn't have a staff that
included females.  My school friends had maids to make up
the beds, do the washing and female cooks.  It was purely by
accident that I found out why my father and uncle had a
male household staff.

	One weekend when father saw fit to drive down from
San Francisco to attend some party in the area that he and
James felt it was necessary to attend.  During the early
morning hours on Sunday morning a noise or something
woke me up.  I got out of bed and went looking for the
disturbance.  I found my father and my uncle staggering up
the stairs in their tuxedos with the bow ties untied.  I
watched them make their way to the master bedroom.
They were followed by Manual into the room.  I went into
the adjoining room and out onto the balcony where I could
watch what was going on through the sliding glass door.

	I watched as Manual helped the two of them get
undressed.  Manual also removed his own clothes before I
witnessed the three of them engaging in sex on the bed in
the master bedroom.  I was both fascinated and shocked by
what I witnessed them doing.  Manual was on his knees on
the bed with uncle James sitting on the bed with his legs
spread and Manual was sucking my uncle's cock.  My father
was standing behind Manual and clinging to his hips and was
fucking Manual in the ass.  I was hiding behind a potted
cypress plant watching everything.  I witnessed everything.  I
even saw my father pull his cock out of his ass and squirt his
cum all over the young man's butt and back.  When James
pulled his cock out of Manual's mouth and the white cum
dripped from the young man's lips.  As Manual left the room
I watched as my father and uncle embraced and kissed as
they went to bed together.  That was when I slipped back
through the adjoining and back to my own room.

	I went back to bed and struggled with the images in
my mind of what I had witnessed.  The only way I could get
back to sleep was to take hold of my small penis and milk it
several time to dry orgasms.

	I slept late because I had not gotten very much sleep.
I eventually showered and got dressed and went downstairs
to the kitchen.  It was normal to have breakfast in the small
alcove just off the kitchen.  The hexagon table was perfect
for the five windows overlooking the garden in the backyard.
Manual was busy preparing to make breakfast.  It was
obvious that Dad and James were coming down in the
afternoon.

	I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  He didn't look any
different.  There was no sign of what had taken place last
night.  He quietly asked: "What would you like for breakfast,
Davy?"

	I said: "I guess all I want is cereal and mixed fruit."  I
sat at the table while he prepared the two bowls for me.  I
asked Manual to have a seat at the table.  When he sat
down I asked him: "Did you enjoy what my father and uncle
did to you last night?"

	He looked at me with compassion: "Did you see that
last night?"

	"Yes"

	"I did enjoy everything that took place last night."

	"When did you learn to like that sort of stuff?"

	"I came from a small village near Mazatlán, Mexico.
About the time I started school as a child I started sucking
the cocks of the boys in the village.  By the time I was your
age the local school teacher and the local mayor introduced
me to anal sex.  By the time I was entering high school the
mayor introduced me to a man from California that brought
me up here where I went to school.  your father hired me to
be his valet.  I serve the two of them whenever they wish."

	"Does it hurt?"

	"It did when I was younger but I enjoy it now."

	When I finished my breakfast Manual took my bowls
and rinsed them before putting them in the dishwasher.  He
didn't turn it on because he was waiting to add the dishes of
my father and uncle.  I left the kitchen to find a quiet place
to think about what I had seen and what Manual had told
me.  I also thought about what 	I was expected to eventually
attend Leland Stanford Jr. University and study banking
investment. To eventually assume my position as the head
of the family.  That was a duty I didn't want to assume.

	The following week when dad was back at work in San
Francisco things returned to normal.  One of James's duties
was to teach me self-defense.  I even had coaches to reach
me with boxing and martial arts.

	When I was 12-years-old my uncle and I were
wrestling on the grassy grounds of the manicured formal
English garden.  James was strong and fit and capable of
overpowering me anytime he chose.  He was always testing
me to make me stronger.  I saw that James was not wearing
a jockstrap while we were struggling around on the grass.
He was wearing Sandford red and white track shorts made
of silk that were tiny with roomy leg openings.  He had been
a pole vaulter during his college days.  His cock and scrotum
were protruding below the right leg of the shorts.  I was
fascinated by the size of his cock and the way his scrotum
stretched down almost as long as his cock with two walnut
sized testicles.  He had my head locked between his legs and
I was looking up at his crotch close enough to smell his cock.
I felt my own prick getting hard.  I knew I wasn't supposed to
be stimulated at the sight of a man's cock.  I was
embarrassed by my feelings.  James was holding me still
with his legs and one arm.  With the other arm he reached
over and grabbed my crotch.  He didn't squeeze it hard.  Just
the same I had a painful boner.  Before I knew what was
happening, he pulled the front of my shorts down in front
and pulled out my scrotum and prick and he held my
scrotum while he sucked on my little penis.

	I was stunned by what he was doing, but it felt
marvelous and I allowed him to continue.  I was so excited
by what he was doing that I couldn't resist reaching for his
huge cock.  As I wrapped my hand around his cock and I felt
the warm flesh throbbing in my hand.  After I had an
orgasm, I couldn't resist the urge to turn around on the
grass and take as much of his cock into my mouth as I could
and started sucking on it.  Smelling his crotch was as exciting
as the act of sucking his cock.  I lovingly took hold of his
scrotum and marveled at the size of his balls and how low
the sack hung.  James was stroking my hair while my head
was bobbing up and down.  When he told me that he was
about to cum he pressed my head down until I gagged on his
cock as he squirted into my mouth.  At first, I thought he was
peeing in my mouth until some spilled out over my wrist and
saw that it was almost milky white and from what I could tell
there was very little taste.  As we stood up and adjusted our
shorts James said that we would talk about this later as we
returned to the house.

	We made our way to the master bathroom where
there was a walk-in shower large enough to accommodate
as many as four people.  We dropped our shorts and I
removed my jock strap and we walked into the shower.  We
went to opposite sides of the shower and proceeded to
adjust the temperature of the water before stepping under
the spray.  As I began to soap up my body, I couldn't take my
eyes off of my uncle.  He was using a body soap that
produced a lot of foamy lather.  He was soaping up his upper
body.  As he started soaping up his butt, he turned so that I
had a good view as he ran his soapy hand up and down the
crack of his ass.  He even stuck a couple of fingers up his
asshole.  The look on his face was one of enjoyment.  Then
he turned to face me and proceeded to soap up his lower
torso.  His pubic hair was cover with white foam before he
started lathering up his cock and scrotum.  When his cock
was covered with the frothy foam, he pulled his foreskin
back and proceeded to use his finger to clean all around the
head under the foreskin.  When he was satisfied it was
clean, he proceeded to start masturbating.  He did so until
he squirted cum in my direction.  It made an arc and landed
on the wet tile floor in front of me.  He stepped under the
spray of water and rinsed the soap off his body.

	I watched in utter fascination.  I was truly impressed
with everything about his sexual organ.  The cock was going
limp and hanging half way down the length of his thigh and
his scrotum was hanging almost as low.  I had a strong case
pf penis envy, but felt guilty about my feelings.  I did my best
to avoid looking at it.  After we dried off and dressed James
wanted to have a talk with me.

	He led me to the library where we sat our naked butts
on the diamond tuck brown leather couch with brass tacks
on the front of the overstuffed arms.  There was something
about this room that made me feel uncomfortable.  It had to
do with the smell of old paper and leather that reminded me
of being punished at the private school for infractions of
school rules in such a room.

	James told me: "It is time that you learn about our
family.  The reason your father had put me in charge of
looking after you is because we are homosexuals.  That is
why we have a young valet.  We never hire female
housekeepers or cooks."

	I said: "I saw you and Daddy fucking Manual the night
the two of you came back from that party drunk.  I talked to
Manual the next day, and he told me all about how he
himself and told me about how he became our valet.

	James asked: "Now that you know about us, do you
want to find out what it feels like to have an adult breed
you?"

	"Manual told me that it really hurt the first time he
was fucked.  I'm afraid that it is going to hurt too much."

	James said: "I have something that is going to help."
He showed me an aerosol can.  He explained that he would
spray some on my asshole and it would make it go numb.  I
agreed to try it.  I draped my body face down over the foot
of the bed and my uncle used a generous amount of
Vaseline to grease up his cock and used a greasy finger to
lubricate my asshole before he sprayed some of that stuff on
my asshole.  It felt ice cold at first but after just a minute or
so it went numb.  James used both hands to spread the
cheeks of my butt and moved his hips around until the head
of his cock lined up with my hole and he pushed it in.  He
started fucking me.  It was strange having my uncle
hammering my butt and only feeling the pressure of his
body against my body.  When the effects of the spray began
wearing off, I complained that it and James pulled out and
sprayed my ass again.  Then he finished fucking me.  That
evening James invited Manual to join us in his bedroom and
while I was sucking Manual's cock James was fucking my ass
again.

	That weekend Dad came home and I found out that
they enjoyed spit roasting me.  When he returned to San
Francisco he took me with him.  He introduced me to his
friends and took me to a party.  It turned out to be my
coming out party.  I was the center of attraction and was
sucked, fucked and face fucked by a dozen men.  By the time
I went home I was a boy whore,


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