Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2010 14:54:38 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Making an EnglishGentleman (gay/incest, oral, anal, nast, best, b/M, b/M...)

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           Making an English Gentleman
                       By
                      Wolf

	I grew up to be a very independent little cuss.
My mother died as a result of complications during
child birth.  There was just my father, an older
sister and me living in the big house after that.  My
mother's spinster older sister lived the small cottage
on the back of the lot.

	My spinster aunt was a retired school teacher.
She supervised the day to day running of the
household staff, but preferred to live alone in the
cottage on the estate.  My grandfather had the
cottage built because he was a portrait painter.  He
demanded a private domain to practice his art.  It
was a perfect little cottage with two bedrooms,
kitchen and dining room.  The spacious living room
had high ceilings, with large southern exposure
windows for natural lighting.  It was all possible
because grandpa had inherited the local iron works
company below the dam when he married grandma.
That allowed him to live the life of country
gentleman.  He did have an aversion to physical
labor.  That was the house my spinster aunt
preferred to live.  She was well aware of what went
on in the big house.  She didn't seem to object to
what went on.

	My aunt had fallen in love with her best
friend's fiancé.  Her best friend had been killed
during World War II as a result of the air raids.  He
fiancé had a nervous breakdown as a result of his
loss.  My aunt took him under her wing.  They
cohabited quietly for 20-years, until he passed away.
There was a lot of speculation about their
relationship but no one ever entertained the idea
that they ever did anything inappropriate.  He was a
tall slender, handsome, kind and gentleman, widely
read, but had a weakness for sexual play with dogs
and young boys.

	I can attest to his proclivity because I spent a
number of rainy afternoons in front of the fireplace
on top of a rug with Andy and his dog Rex.  I would
find myself naked on the rug and be very much loved
by both of them.

	Andy was an amateur artist.  He asked me if I
would like to pose for him.  I was pleased to have
him paint me.  He was soon asking me to pose naked
which I was happy to do.  He complemented me on
the size of my dick and balls.  He reached for them
and played with them.  I didn't object to that at all,
in fact I got a raging boner.  He knelt before me and
sucked my cock.  After that we had sex a lot.

	One afternoon while I was posing naked for him
we wound up on the floor.  I was between his legs
sucking his cock.  Andy snapped his fingers and Rex,
his Golden Retriever, casually got up and walked over
behind me.  I jumped when I felt his cold nose rub
against my asshole.  He licked my asshole for awhile
before he mounted me like I was a bitch.  I felt his
dick stab at my asshole until it entered me.  Rex
fucked me fast and hard before he squirted his hot
load of cum in my ass.  When he was finished he
returned to the corner and curled up to lick his cock.

	On other occasions we would pose near the
river with other local boys.  There was one sweet
looking Irish boy I like a lot.  He had red hair and
lots of freckles.  I loved sucking on his pink flesh.
Rex would also suck us on those field trips.  Andy
never tried to fuck us but he did enjoy sucking and
being sucked.

	One of my biggest shocks came one day when
my aunt entered the room while I was posing naked
and sat down in a wing back chair and casually laced
her fingers over her chest while she watched Andy
kneel before me and suck my cock.  While I was
sucking Andy, Rex mounted me.  When it was over
my aunt casually asked, "Tea?"

	She was gone only a short time before she
returned with a tray.  There were a tea pot cups and
saucers, sugar bowl, pitcher of cream along with a
plate of crumpets.  I felt strange sitting in front of
my aunt naked with Andy's cum in my mouth and
Rex's cum dripping from my ass.  When we were
finished my aunt gathered up the tray and as she
headed for the kitchen she said, "Carry on boys!
Enjoy yourselves."

	My family lived on a beautiful Victorian estate,
surrounded by towering pine trees on 6-acres of
sprawling lawn.  There was a small river with a dam
on the property, overlooking the small local town.
The house rambled on forever, triple garage, 7
bedrooms, and lots of secret staircases and
passageways for a little boy to play hide and seek in.
The house had been built my great-grandfather and
had been passed down to the first born sons to my
father.  The doors were always open to family
members.  During the summer the house was always
full of aunt, uncles and horny cousins.  Even with 7
bedrooms when the clan gathers for holidays the
younger children are relegated to sleeping on mats.
My horny cousins and I were often sent off to the
cottage to sleep on mats in the living room.  One
evening while we taking turns suck each other's
cocks, I was on top of one of my cousins while we
were sucking each other's cocks, when I heard the
sound of Rex's claws on the hardwood floor as he
approached the living room.  When he was on the
Persian rug I did not hear him anymore but soon felt
his cold nose sniffing my asshole.  It did not come as
a surprise when Rex mounted me like a bitch and ram
his mottled cock deep into my ass.  My cousins
thought it was hilarious watching the golden
retriever fucking my ass.

	My father had converted one bedroom into an
enormous bathroom.  It measures 17-feet by 25-
feet, an immense thing that required a separate
electric heater.  The toilet was installed in front of
a floor to ceiling window. (It was the object of local
jokes around town)  Dad had it installed so that it
gave him a clear view over the bridge, down the main
street to the family newspaper building.  I have
found memories of potty training at that toilet.

	My Father was an astonishingly handsome man.
His wavy hair had turned white at an early age,
which enhanced his ruddy complexion, and piercing
baby blue eyes.  He was the athletic type of man
that darkened during the summer while swimming
and walking the golf links.  He had been a
newspaperman that eventually purchased his own
newspaper that he own 100 % of briefly before he
passed away at the age of 47.

	His friends had nicknamed him 'Tinny.'
Ironically is was a misnomer, not so much because of
his stature as it was for the size of his cock.  His
cock was a dark colored thick uncut 8-inch, with a
huge thick set of furry Scottish balls to go along
with his bludgeon of a tool.  He was blessed with a
flat stomach, and big fat nipples that were visible
through the thick pelt salt and paper hair on his
chest.

	In my youth showers were a modern luxury.
The bathroom has a very large and deep cast-iron,
porcelain coated bathtub sitting on large eagle claw
feet grasping balls.  The plumbing was exposed.
There was a hand held nozzle attached to a spigot.
It was a lurid reddish hose.  Dad had removed the
nozzle and replaced it with enema nozzle that we
used as a douche.  Dad would use it to give me
douches with it sometimes.  I found it very
uncomfortable and even cried when he did it to me.
In time it became a game with us and I started
enjoying it.  All of this took place before we filled
the tub so that my chunks and dirty water could be
washed down the drain.  When he would pull the
nozzle out of my ass I would expel like a fountain
the length of the tub.  Dad would giggle and tell me
that I was clean enough for a finger.

	There was also a wooden tray attached across
the middle of the tub meant to hold plastic soap
dishes, scrub brushes, washcloths as well as slots for
dad's ashtray and glasses of his favorite twelve year
old libation.  (That was where I developed my taste
for whisky.)  When the wooden tray was relatively
empty, it served as a perfect perch for me to sit on.
Sometimes he would bend me face down over the
wooden tray and spread my legs...so he could stick
his tongue in my asshole and finger it.  It was best
when I was sitting on the tray and he would suck on
my dick.  Dad would stand up in the tub...so that I
would have easy access to that fat cock with the
thick foreskin, hairy balls and asshole.

	Dad always had a cigarette dangling from his
mouth.  He even had one in his mouth while standing
at the toilet with cock in hand.  Some of my earliest
recollections are of my father lifting me up and
placing me in the tub.  We were always naked and
having great fun.  There was a full length mirror on
a tilting wooden frame located across the room from
the tub.  I was able to look at my face in the mirror
covered in soap suds while Dad would be feasting on
my slippery butt.  I remember the sounds of his
slurping, soft words of encouragement and moans
and the sounds of water slapping against the sides
of the tub.  We would spend a lot of time in the tub,
requiring the addition of hot water to keep the
temperature comfortable.  I would watch all of the
action in the reflections in the mirror.  The only
light in the bathroom came from a single bulb
incased in a rose colored globe that cast a pinkish
glow in the room.

	The first time I vaguely remember tasting cum
I had been bending over my Dad jacking him off with
both hands.  I had seen him cum before but that
night for some reason it was like I had never seen it
before.  Suddenly I was hit in the face over and over
with ropes of his hot thick white cum.  It seemed so
hot and white and felt like I was drowning in it.  Of
course, at first I was about to start crying.  I
thought I had broken something.  Then some of cum
dripped from my cheek and I tasted the salty liquid.
As I remember it I had to taste everything...I liked
it.

	We had the two front bedrooms.  I could hop
across the cold hardwood floor in the early morning
in the darkness.  There was a step stool in the
corner.  It was there for me to have access to his
bed.  I would quietly remove my pajamas and climb
under the down filled comforter feeling for the heat
of my Dad's naked body.  I didn't know if he was
awake or not when he would roll over and spoon up
against me until it was time to get up.  Playing with a
morning hard-on always delayed our getting up but
would sometimes lead to a urine bath before we
could get to the toilet.

	I loved the feeling of his hot sticky cock
pressed against my warm dry body.  Sometimes he
would lay me flat on top of his body...He would have
his cock lubed up and have it sticking between my
legs so that he could fuck me between my legs.  He
would hold my legs tightly between his knees.  After
he had fucked me until he climaxed all over my legs.
He would scoop the cum up with his fingers and feed
his cum to me.  Sometimes while he was doing that I
would suck on his nipples.  He would complain that I
was making them sore, but it was said in such a way
that I knew he loved it.

	There was never a feeling of guilt about what
we were doing.  It was just a private thing between
us, not to be shared with anyone.

	My father had a beautiful athletic body.  We
would play with each other in the tub.  There were
times while we were playing that he would stand up
and piss all over me.  I would even open my mouth
and catch some of his pee in my mouth.  I even
swallowed some of it.  Dad taught me a lot about the
male anatomy.  He would insure that I was properly
clean by sticking a soapy finger in my asshole.  He
would play with my dick while sticking a finger up my
ass, while I was sucking his cock.  Dad showed me
how to suck on the end of his cock, while he jacked-
off.  He would put a finger up to the first knuckle in
my asshole while he would suck on my little cock and
balls.  He was very gentle with me and it would cause
me to experience unbelievable pleasure.  He was soon
able to insert two fingers deep into my virgin boy
hole and I loved it.  It was not long before I was
pushing back against his hand.  Dad would encourage
me by saying "Ride-em' cowboy!"  I was starting to
experience states of delirium...I would almost faint
or swoon...twitching and sweating all over the bed.  I
was only 5 or 6-years old when these dry climaxes
would overtake me and leave me spent.

	One hot summer's evening, Dad took me down
to the newspaper printing shop to see the new
machines that had been installed.  I was excited to
be allowed to stay up late.  Normally that would
when the presses would be running full speed to get
out the morning edition.  It was going to take a day
or two get the machine up and running.  There was
only one man working to finish making the
installation.

	Dad had brought along a bottle of whisky.  The
two of them sat down to relax, smoked cigarettes
and a couple of drinks in the lunch room.  I was not
playing much attention to the conversation, after all
a printing press was not that exciting to me.  When
I didn't hear them talking I looked over and saw
them kissing each other.  They didn't seem to notice
me watching as they took off their pants and
underwear...oddly, they left on their shirts.  I
watched them sucking each other's cocks.  I felt a
pang of jealousy because I had never seen my father
having sex with anyone else.

	Dad lifted his head up and called me over.  He
cleared off the steel table and pushed up my shirt,
so that he could pull off my shorts.  The table was
cold under my ass.  The two of them were kissing
and tickling me.  As the man kissed me, the whiskers
around his mouth scratched by face.  They played
with my little dick until I passed out.

	During the early morning hours I woke up to
find myself in bed with the two naked men on either
side of me.  My legs were very sticky.  I could tell
that it was their cum drying on me.  My movement
woke them up.  Dad moved up the bed so that he
could stick his cock into my mouth.  I tried to get all
of his cock into my mouth.  The other man lifted my
leg up and started sucking on my dick.  His whiskers
scratched my skin.

	Dad was always assuring me that he would soon
teach me all about what boy pussy was used for.  He
had not gotten around to sticking his cock in my ass
but I knew he was going to do that someday.

                              Chapter two

	It was a big shock for our family when my
father died of a heart attack.  I was only ten-years-
old at the time.  My sister was away at boarding
school and about to graduate.  My aunt went into a
retirement home.  My father's older brother was a
World War II veteran that was single and a school
teacher from the southern province of Ontario,
Canada.  He lived in a lush farmland area about an
hours' drive between Lake Ontario and Lake Erie.  It
was a nice area, with a lot of wealthy farms.  I
thought it looked a lot like southern England.  He
took me into his home after my father passed away.

	The first year I lived with my uncle our
relationship was platonic until I had a violent
nightmare one evening.  He came rushing into my
bedroom carrying a torch (flashlight).  When he sat
on my bed to comfort me I saw his cock sticking out
of his pajamas.  It reminded me of my father's and I
could not resist taking hold of it.  My uncle didn't
object at all.  In fact he took hold of the base of
his cock and pulled back the foreskin to expose the
head of his cock.  I leaned over and put my mouth
over the knob and did everything I could to please
him with my mouth.

	My uncle slipped his hand under the covers and
felt the package in my pajamas.  He was impressed
with the size of my cock and balls, they were larger
than his, plus I was uncircumcised too.  He started
playing with me while he told me that he was a gay
nudist.  He also told me that he and my father had
indulged in sex with each other all of their lives.  He
took over my sexual education where my father had
left off.  When he was satisfied that my asshole
had been stretched enough he bent me over and
inserted his cock in my ass.  In time he was able to
fuck me whenever he wanted.  He even allowed me to
fuck him too.  He started taking me with him to his
gay nudist resort with him.

	I discovered the pleasures of a variety of men
and boys.  Cold rainy days were spent indoors with
the smell of assholes and cocks.  Warm days were
spent in the woods.  Every outdoor excursion would
eventually lead to a daisy chain.

	At home I found a few public washrooms, like
the library, bus depot and park.  I was a bold little
flirt that would approach men and show them my
cock.  I would let them suck me and I would suck
them until they fed me their loads of cum.

	I was a physically small for my age.  When I
was 13-years-old I was only four-foot five and
weighed 84-pounds.  I had thick black wiry hair and
brown eyes.  (I took after my mother.)  I was a
pretty good athlete and rode my bicycle everywhere.
I even had a paper route.

	One of my fondest memories about my paper
route days was a retired Orthodontist.  He would
pay me to drop by for a visit with him in his garage,
when his wife was out.  He would inspect my mouth
to insure I was taking proper care of my teeth.
Then he would French kiss me for a long time while
he played with my dick.  He would suck on my tongue
until his dick was hard.  He liked to spank my ass
until it was red before he would fuck my ass.  I was
willing to put up with his eccentrics because he paid
me twenty bucks.  I even took a couple of my
younger gay friends over for group sex in his garage.
While I had my paper route I was in middle school
and took up wrestling.

	The fact that I was small made me ideal for
competition in light weight classes.  I was a scrappy
little guy willing to take on guys in heaver classes to
improve my own skills.  The best thing about
wrestling is that such close and physical contact
with strong guys also alerted me to the ones that
liked gay sex.  I could tell by the way they reacted
when I grabbed their crotches.  I could feel them
springing a boner through their jock strap.  There
were four guys that I practiced with that were also
into oral and anal sex.

	My uncle and I would arrange parties where my
teammates and I would party.  He even arranged for
a select group of his nudist friends to party with us.
It was thrilling to be in a room full of 13 to 17-year-
old boys all occupied with naked men.

	My uncle told me about a book store that had
video booths in the back room.  He cautioned me to
never try to go in there because I would get
arrested and I would get put in a foster home.  That
was too much of a temptation for me to resist.  One
morning I went into the book store and pretended to
be looking for a comic book.

	The man working behind the counter turned out
to be the owner.  He had just opened up and was
busy mopping the floors.  He was friendly enough,
and kinds handsome with short curly blond hair.  He
looked too young to be the owner.  He was slim but
his chest and arms filled his tight T-shirt as
testimony to his physical fitness.  His arms were
covered with colorful tattoos.

	He obviously recognized me because I had been
coming in every day to buy newspapers and comic
books from him.  The forbidden aspect of my
actions turned me on to no end.  I was hanging out
close to the black curtain leading to the back room
where the video machines were located.  He asked
me, "Are you interested in seeing video?"

	I stammered, "Oh...Yes!  I have never seen
one."

	"What kind of video would you like to see?" he
asked.

	I had no idea what he was asking me.  When I
looked down at the stacks of magazines I saw one
that had a picture on the cover of two naked men
hugging each other.  I pointed to that one.  He
smiled and chuckled under his breath.  He said,
"Oh...now I understand"

	His smile was enough to make my heart beat
faster.  He said, "Look, I have to run out to grab
breakfast and a cup of coffee, you can go into the
last booth, number 4, and put these tokens in the
slot to watch the movie.  I will be back in a few
minutes."

	I heard the door close and the lock click as I
entered the back room.  I recognized the smell of
stale cum and 'Pine Sol' as I walked back to booth
number 4.  I sat there facing the video screen as I
deposited the tokens in the metal box.  I will never
forget the granny video I watched that day.  I was
about two older men making love to a younger man.

	I was too nervous to jack off.  While watching
the two men taking turns sticking their dicks in the
mouth and ass of the younger man, I noticed the big
round holes in the walls to the adjoining booths.  I
peeked through the holes into the booths and
figured out right away what they were for because I
could see and smell the sticky dried cum that had
dripped down the walls.

	I heard the bell as it rang as the front door
opened.  I knew it was the man because he would
have been the one with the key.  He called out, "Are
you having fun?"

	I was so excited that I didn't think I could
have answered him.  I tried to yell, "Yes thanks."

	I guess he didn't hear me.  Soon I heard the
door to the booth slowly creak open.  He said, "It's
okay kid...I like this one too."

	He was smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee
from a paper cup.  I was sitting there was an aching
boner in my cut off shorts.  I was sure that if I
touched myself that I would shoot my load in my
underwear.  He tried to reassure me by saying, "It's
okay kid" again.  "I locked the front door and hung
the closed sign.  He handed me a box of 'Kleenex'
"Go for it boy!" with that he walked away, leaving
the door wide open.

	I figured he wanted to watch.  I quickly undid
my pants and pushed my shorts all the way down to
my ankles.  It didn't dawn on me that the floor was
sticky with dried cum that would get all over my
pants.  My cock was already dripping pre-cum.  My
cock was slick from the pre-cum covering my dick.  I
was able to bend over far enough to actually suck on
my own cock, momentarily forgetting about the
action on the video screen.  I feared that if I
jacked off I would cum and miss the rest of the
video.

	Later he told me his name was Larry.  When I
looked up when a shadow shaded the open door, it
was Larry standing there with his pants open while
holding the base of his cock and it was sticking out
right in front of my face.  He was slapping it against
the palm of his other hand.  I was impressed
because it was enormous. (I sure would know a big
cock if anyone would.)  His foreskin covered the
head of his cock completely.  I could not take my
eyes off of it, as I sat there on the built in bench in
the booth.  His cock was level with my face.  He was
stroking it slowly.  I sat there watching the wet
knob appear and disappearing.  He told me, "Suck it
boy!"

	I smiled and took his cock into my mouth and
was able to swallow the cock down my throat.  I
skillfully sucked his cock like a pro.  When he shot
his load I swallowed it all.  As soon as he finished
dumping his load in my mouth he knelt in front of
the booth and buried his face in my lap.  He sucked
my cock until I filled his mouth with my cum.  When
he had finished licking my cock clean he told me that
if I ever wanted to watch a video to come by either
early in the morning, like this morning, or late at
night, around eleven pm.  He also mentioned that he
lived above the shop.  He told me that some other
boys and men visited him occasionally.

	I told him that I was sure that I would not be
able to get out very late at night very often and
school would prevent me from coming by in the
morning.  After thinking about it I said I could drop
by on the weekends.  That was the beginning of
several pleasant visits to watch videos and get
blowjobs.

	The first Sunday I dropped by the shop the
back door was open.  I followed the stairs up to the
second floor.  When I knocked on the door at the
top of the stairs Larry opened the door for me.  I
was impressed with his body.  He was totally naked
and I could see everything.  He stepped back and
invited me in.  There were two other naked men
longing around on his furniture and a couple of naked
boys even younger than me sitting on their laps.

	I got a boner and my throat had a lump in it.
It was a turn on to see the boys kissing the men and
playing with the men's cocks.  The party lasted for
several hours.  I got to taste a lot of cum.  I even
got to fuck the asses of the boys too.  On
subsequent visits I was introduced to poppers, weed.
His friends also had a German shepherd.  I was no
stranger to getting fucked by a dog because of Andy
and Rex.  That led to them videoing me and the
other boys having sex with each other, the men and
the dog.

	My uncle noticed that I was very cheerful on
Sunday evenings after visiting Larry's shop.  I never
told him about my new found friends.

	My uncle was fucking me by that time.  Some
of his houseguests were fucking me as well.  I was
not that excited about fucking his friends because
they were older men with sagging flesh and wrinkled
bodies.  They tended to have bad breath too.  I did
it more because of the guilt I felt keeping Larry a
secret from my uncle.




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