Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2024 08:03:11 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Summer with My Uncle (Gay/Incest, oral anal, M/MMM) Incest, oral anal, M/MMM This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between consenting 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. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Summer with My Uncle By Wolf When my summer vacation was about to start before my freshman year of high school my father informed me: "Danny, you're going to spend this summer at the home of your uncle to learn to be a male in our family!" I was curious about what the meaning of that statement meant but he offered no explanation. I was packed up and sent by commercial plane from Chicago to Boseman, Yellowstone International Airport, Montana. When I first met him at the airport I was intimidated by his appearance. Harry was a stocky man close to six-feet tall. His face was weathered and tanned from working outdoors a lot, and his hair was dark to match his brown eyes. His arms were covered with hair. Later when I saw him after showering, I could hardly see any part of his body that wasn't covered in dark hair. His hands were calloused from working with his hands in cold and hot weather. Everything about him gave the impression of a man not to be trifled with including his voice. He picked me up in his old 1954 Ford pickup F-100. Apparently, my father had called him and told him what flight that I would arrive on and my uncle checked when the flight would arrive. When I got off the flight and we picked up my duffle bag Uncle Harry tossed my duffle bag into the bed of the truck and we drove around the mountain to the east to the Bridger Ski resort. He took me to his rustic looking cabin. The cabin was located at least a mile away from the ski resort. At least it had running water, and a flushing toilet. His bathroom had both a shower and a tub. It was surprising how nice the cabin was. The electric lights were cleverly wired into chandelier made from elk antlers. I had been fantasizing that I would be roughing it all summer. Uncle Harry told me that he had several jobs to occupy him during the summer and into the winter season. Besides doing maintenance jobs for the ski resorts and local residences he provides horse packing excursions for hunting and fishing tourists. He assured me that he enjoys solitude and independence. Even though he must deal with people, he doesn't associate with them socially often. I wondered why my father had sent me west to be educated by my uncle. I was so intimidated by him I was frightened to even ask what he was going to teach me. Uncle Harry showed me where to stow my duffel bag. We had dinner at the ski lodge that night and I was introduced to the local people. They wanted to know all about me and we talked late into the night. That evening when we returned to his cabin, he allowed me to shower and get ready for bed. When I emerged from the bathroom after brushing my teeth in my fresh pajamas, Harry told me that pajamas would not be necessary, as he entered the bathroom to do his thing. When he came out of the bathroom, he was totally naked. I was captivated by the amount of body hair he had. He wrapped an arm around me and led me into his bedroom. There was just the full-sized bed. He told me to take off my pajamas because I wouldn't be needing them the rest of the summer. He put me into the bed and got in behind me. He wrapped his arm around my hip and took hold of my penis and started masturbating me. I felt his big cock pressing against my moist sweaty crack of my ass. Then the head of his cock found my asshole he pressed forward and it hurt terribly when the head stretched my asshole. I pleaded with him to pull it out, but my uncle simply told me that was why my father had sent me to spend my summer with him. He was going to teach me how the men in our family were men for men. I bit my lower lip and endured being fucked. When Harry came in my ass, he pulled me around and stuffed my mouth with his cock and had me clean his cock. My ass was sore the next day but he saw to it that he bought me things I would need, boots, chaps, leather gloves, and a broad brimmed hat. He informed me that he had a couple of days to teach me how to be a trail hand before the first fishing party would arrive. He started teaching me about the care and feeding of his horses and mules used for his backing excursions. I learned to curry them and he even taught me how to use a hoof knife to cut the excess pulp from their hoofs and trim their hooves before fitting and nailing iron horseshoes to their hoofs and trimming the nails. Then he taught me how to saddle the animals and put bridles on them. I learned how to attach pack frames and how to tie packs on the mules with ropes using trucker hitches. He taught me how to cook on the trail. I learned how to make a decent pot of coffee and make a single pot stew of meat and vegetables, beans, potatoes, as well as dessert in aluminum Dutch ovens because they are lighter than iron and easier on the pack animals. He told me that when we took a party into the mountains it meant getting up with the sun and setting up camp for the night in the dark. It was hard work and I developed calloused hands even wearing leather gloves. The first group of fishermen was a group of men that had a long-term annual contract with my uncle. Before they arrived Harry explained to me that this group was a group of wealthy gay men and asked me if I had a problem with being in the company of a bunch of fagots? I said: "If I had, you took care of that last night! I assured him that I was aware of what that meant and there are plenty of gays in Chicago. I was a virgin until last night.: Harry told me these men will talk and their behavior will be inappropriate. I assured him that I was old enough to handle them. When the shuttle bus brought up the group of 10 men, Hairy introduced them to me. There were some suggestive comments about how much they would like to get to know me better. One of the effeminate men made the comment: "I prefer big beryl Bears!" Harry and I plaid it off as just playful teasing. Hairy set them up in a ski lodge overnight so that these men could get some rest, and they could buy any gear they didn't have on the list Harry gave them of items they would need. He also laid down his rules that if they didn't follow his rules, he would terminate the trip and there would be no refund of funds. The men all assured Harry that they would do whatever he wanted. That night Uncle Harry took me to bed with him and he spooned my naked body again. He reached around my hip and took hold of my dick and proceeded to masturbate me, and I felt his big cock being pressed against my sore asshole. My asshole was still sore from the first time he fucked me, but I did my best to relax my asshole. I felt numb after a few strokes. I told my uncle that it hurt but I was getting used to it. Harry whispered in my ear: That's my boy, we're going to make you into a first-class cock whore. In the morning we loaded up the pack animals with the gear we anticipated we would need for a two-week trip. We joined the group at the lodge for a good meal before we were on the trail into the mountains as the sun had been up for an hour. It was a cold lunch on the trail that morning. All of them were city folk and were complaining about their crotches hurting that first day. When we stopped long enough to eat lunch and let the horses rest, the group took the opportunity to take off their jeans and put their chaps back on. When we mounted up, they were pleased to have their cocks to play with while they rode up the trail. That first night when we stopped to make camp the guys asked if it was going to rain. Harry stuck his finger into his mouth and held it up in the air. He announced that it wouldn't rain tonight. (They were unaware that he had checked out the GPS weather station on his head set.) We laid down ground cloth and laid our sleeping bags down on the in-so-lite pads. I watched the men getting undressed. They paired up and I watched them kissing and sucking cocks, before taking turns fucking each other. Harry and I laid down our own bedding and we got undressed and Harry sucked my cock before he fucked me. In the morning I was awake watching the sky to the east turn from total black to a soft gray. That was my que to get up and start the fire in preparation for making breakfast. I made biscuits in the cloth flour sack by adding milk making balls and putting them in the bottom of a Dutch oven to bake. I hung a coffee pot from a tripod over the fire to start the percolation of the coffee. I had a large seasoned frying pan and was prepared to fry eggs to order. Our guests were getting up and complaining about the cold and how much their growing's hurt as they got dressed. They were glad to get their hands on the metal Siera cups of coffee. By the time they finished their eggs with biscuits covered in white gravy they were in a better mood. They helped fill the bags and Harry and I tied them onto the pack mules. By that time the sun was up and warming the air with desiccated air. We were still in the forested area so the air smelled of pine and the peppery smelling cedar. Our fishing party was feeling adventurous and they removed their jeans and just put on their chaps. That way when they mounted their horses their bare butts were kissing the saddles and they could play with their own cocks and balls while riding up the trail. If we encountered hikers on the trail, they might not even notice that they were naked under the chaps. When we approached streams, we stopped long enough to use bait rods because the water was running too fast for fly fishing. The guys caught enough pan sized fish to add to the evening meal. We arrived at a high meadow on the third day. There was a slow-moving stream that was knee deep and our fisherman could try their luck at fly fishing. They studied the flying insects before selecting dry flies that approximated the insects and spent the day fishing. This is where they got the most satisfaction of playing the fish with four-pound line because a jerk too hard could break the line and the fish could get away. We moved over the pass to set up camp on the lake next. The sun sets quickly with mountains on all sides. We set up camp this time with big four-man tents. Because at that altitude the night winds rising-up the mountain valley would be cold. Harry and I were invited to share one of their tents. It would be crowded with six people in it and the floor of the tent would be covered with sleeping bags. By that time, we were all getting a little seedy smelling, but that just added to the excitement of the sex that was about to take place. Being the youngest member on the trail I was the most desirable, but there were several men that had a hard-on for a strong hairy butch man. Harry was happy to use the mouths and assholes of these soft city guys. I had the pleasure of a guy that loved rimming my smelly asshole and every guy in the tent sucked my dick. I even got to sink my cock into the asshole of a guy while another was behind me fucking my asshole. The fishing was good and we spent three days there. Our camp was on the opposite of the lake from the trail. We did see a group of four hikers on the trail. We didn't bother trying to hide our nudity from them. They waved at us and continued up the trail. My uncle and I slept in the other tent the next night. Harry and I enjoyed the attention as much as we had in the other tent. During the warmth of the day, we enjoyed riding the horses in the nude. But when the wind was on top, the mountains were bone chilling cold enough to make us put on clothes and the nights were cold enough to enjoy sharing the body of head of our fishing party. On one of the warm days on a lake. I was fishing and worked my way out onto a rock and when I tried to cast my bat rod as far out onto the lake I slipped and fell into the lake. Where I fell in the water was at least 12-feet deep. I was forced to swim around the rock to the swallows to get out. By the time I was out of the water I was shaking uncontrivable and I was cold to the bone. That night I slept in Harry's sleeping bag with him. He was fucking my ass with his big dark cock and masturbating me until I was warm as toast. When we were fishing a little stream one day that group of four hikers came upon us and were thrilled to remove their own clothes and enjoy sucking our cocks and getting fucked by strangers. By the time the summer was over and I would have to fly home I was a changed youth. My body was harder and my hands were calloused and I was acutely aware of my ability to identify gay men. When my parents picked me up at the airport. The look on my father's face told me that he was proud of me and we would be finding a private place to share my experiences with him. I couldn't wait to find out if he was as good a fucker as his brother. 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