Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2017 19:47:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Uncle Michael (Incest, oral, anal, Best, WS, M/b) Incest, oral, anal, Best, WS, M/b 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 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. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2017 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Uncle Michael By Wolf When I was nine-years-old I was very innocent about sex. I had no idea how men got women pregnant. I had been sheltered from the ways of the world by an over protective single parent mother. She even had me enrolled in a religious home school program. Every family in the school were just as protective of their children. We were constantly under supervision, so we never had a chance to talk about anything sexual. One day my mother told me, "Daniel, I don't want to frighten you, but I have to have an operation that will require a long convalescence to recover, so I have to send you to stay with my older brother while I recover." This was the first time I was ever going to be separated from my mother. I knew about my Uncle Michael, but had never met him before. I was frightened about having to travel by bus for the six-hour trip to the small town I had never been to before. When the bus arrived at the bus station the bus driver pulled my luggage from the baggage compartment and sat it on the curb. I stood there nervously looking for someone to approach me, and identify himself as my uncle. The other passengers that had gotten off with me had all left either with someone greeting them or taken taxies. I was on the verge of panicking, when an old Chevy pickup in need of a paint job pulled up to the curb. A man got out of the truck, and came around the front, and approached me. He asked, "Are you Daniel?" There was an instant feeling of relief, "Yes" he didn't look like anything I imagined. He seemed to be a lot taller than me. (In truth, he was only about five-foot eight). He was older and fatter than I would have thought. He sported a graying full beard. He was wearing a sweat stained baseball cap. bib bib-overalls, flannel shirt and high-top work boots. "I'm your uncle Michael! Give me a had putting your luggage in the truck, son." Both of us grabbed the handle of my bag and we tossed the bag in the bed of the pickup. He opened the passenger door, and told me to buckle up as he went around the truck to get behind the steering wheel. He drove us to what turned out to be the family's old farm. Where Mother had been raised. My uncle was the sole owner now. It pretty good-sized farm, but my uncle enjoyed the solo life style. He occupied the master bedroom, and put my luggage in the bedroom that had been his bedroom while growing up. It was late and I was tired from the long bus ride, so he left me to change into my pajamas and go to bed. It was difficult for me to get to sleep because of the strange surrounding. The bed felt strange. The sheets were not as smooth as the ones Mother put on my bed. The smell of the room was musty and the house made creaking sounds. In the morning Uncle Michael was up early to feed the animals. Afterwards he came back to the house to make breakfast. It was the smell of bacon, coffee and toast that woke me up. I made my way to the kitchen in my pajamas and still rubbing my eyes. Michael said, "We get up early around here. I will expect you to help around the farm while you're here." I was intimidated by his air of authority. I was too frightened to say anything or challenge him. He told me, "As soon as you eat, go change clothes we have a lot of work to do." There were about 50 cows to milk, at least there was a maniacal milking machine in the barn. He taught me how to move them into the barn. It didn't require much effort because the cows were accustomed to being milked and they had full utters. I assumed that caused them some discomfort. He showed me how to wash the tits and attached the four milking cups. I had to toss grain into the feeding trough while the cows were milked. When that job was finished and the cows were back in the field, Mike told me it was time to harvest the alfalfa. It was exciting to get to drive the tractor pulling the harvesting machine that bailed the hay. It was a long day we ate lunch in the seat of the tractor. That evening we milked the cows again before cleaning up and making diner. I was tired and ready for bed early. I was woken up before dawn to start with the chores. It took time to become comfortable with the long hard-working days. The feeding and milking had to be done every day, but the weekends we had some free time. Uncle Mike like to hunt and fish. Wild rabbits are a pest, so hunting them reduced the stress on the farm and added meat to the table. Fishing just allowed him to him to just sit and relax for a few hours. I learned to enjoy the activity too. Uncle Michael was not shy about walking around the house naked after waking up in the morning or taking a shower. I was fascinated by his body. He had strong muscles and a bit of a pot belly, but his body was covered with graying hair. The middle of his chest had a thick mat of hair and his nipples were ringed with hair. His back and shoulders had a lot of hair, and If he bent over facing away I saw that his asshole was ringed with a lot of dark hair. Even his hanging balls had a lot of hair, and his limp cock was almost hidden in a thick mat of pubic hair. I found that I would get a hard-on looking at his naked body. As the days passed, I began to notice the behavior of all of the animals around the farm. There were six dogs and a lot of chickens, as well as the cows. I noticed that the male dogs were always trying to hum everything in sight. But there was one big dog that was actually humping the other male dogs as well as all of the females. I also noticed that there were five bulls and there was one bull that would mount the other males. I asked Uncle Mike about that. Mike explained that all herding and pack animals have dominate males that have the right to breed all of the females. To insure his right to be the breeder he dominated the other males by fucking them. Eventually a younger male will fight the dominant male. If he defeats the older one they become the alfa male. I thought about that for days. I realized the males were fucking the other male's asshole. I asked my uncle about the homosexual aspect of their activity. Mike told me, "The church condemns that sort of activity, but in nature it is normal for alfa males to do it to dominate the other males in the pack or herd." I asked my uncle, "Doesn't that hurt?" "It takes some effort to learn how to relax, but you can get used to that kind of sex. In the old day's adult men mentored young boys and taught them about the pleasures of anal sex." Being so young it took me a little time to wonder how my uncle knew so much about that kind of sex. It was common to see my uncle take out his cock and piss anytime he felt like it when we were outdoors. I also noticed that his cock was always limp. One afternoon while we were fishing we both needed to take a leak, so we pulled our cocks out and pissed into the creek. I had a raging piss hard-on and his was still limp, so I asked his about that. He told me that young males are always horny, but old men like him suffer from erectile dysfunction and it is harder to get a hard-on. He jerked off for a short time to show me that it was still limp. That evening after diner and the dishes were put away, my uncle saw fit to take of all of his clothes and sit in his favorite leather recliner, and he had a clear acrylic cylinder in hand with a rubber tube with a rubber bulb with a one-way valve. He sat in his chair and fitted the tube over his limp cock and turned the valve and started squeezing the bulb. The vacuum started pulling his cock into the tube. I witnessed that his cock swelled up and was almost six inches long. When he broke the vacuum, and removed the tube I saw that it was still Hard. He told me to come over and suck on his cock. I knelt before the chair and placed my hands on his hairy thighs as I brought my face close to his cock a he held it between two fingers. I was about to sucked my first cock. I smelled I flesh and the smell of the soap he had showered with. My jaw ached from holding it open while I sucked him for several minutes. When he came in my mouth I was trying to breathe through my nose and some of his cum came out of my nose. My uncles cock went limp and rested on his hairy balls. He sat me on his lap and masturbated me until I had a dry orgasm. We eventually made our way to his bedroom. He brought the vacuum pump with him. While we lay on top of the bed he used the pump to engorge his cock again. He had me on my back and picked my legs by my ankles and placed them on his shoulder and he used some sort of lubricant to grease up his cock and my asshole. He warned me to push like I was trying to shit as he pressed his cock against my tight little asshole. It hurt aa lot going in and I whimpered in pain. He took hold of my penis and started jacking me off while he was fucking me. I had another dry orgasm while he was fucking me. When he cam in my ass and pulled out I felt the cold air on my inflamed asshole and felt liquid leaking out of my asshole. I wasn't sure if it was his cum or my blood. When I tried to pucker my asshole closed I felt a sharp stabbing pain. Uncle Mike assured me that my asshole would relax eventually. It was very comforting to go to sleep cradled in his arm with my face pressed against his hairy chest. I fell asleep clinging to his soft cock. The next day I had a sore asshole and a hard-on all day. The alfa boxer dog must have smelled just how horny I was, because he was following me around and trying to mount me all of the time. I had to push him away several times. I was impressed with the size of his mottled colored wet cock. Uncle Michael encouraged me to drop my pants and get on all fours. When I did as he instructed the dog stuck his cold nose in my ass before he mounted me. His front legs gripped my ribs with his due claws. His warm wet cock stabbed my ass a few times before his cook entered my asshole. He was fucking me very fast until he squirted his hot load in my ass. I found out about the knot. It swelled up in my ass. I had seen him get locked into the cunts of the bitches and struggle to pull out, but as he tried to pull out of my ass my sphincter was stretched. I thought he was pulling my guts out of my asshole. Mike enjoyed watching the dog fucking me. We went to bed early that night and he allowed me to fuck him before he used the pump to get a hard-on and fucked me. It was all very exciting to listen to him saying, "You do like me fucking you Danny?" I was still feeling pain and could only grunt to let him know I liked it. There were times he fucked me doggy style and would pull out and squirt cum all over my butt and rub it in with hands, and other times he would fuck me missionary style (as he called it). If he pulled out early he would squirt his cum all over my belly ad face. I'm not even sure how many times he fucked me before I didn't notice that it didn't hurt to be fucked. I even started having dry orgasms before he squirted cum in my ass. My birthday came and went before we got a call about my mother passing away after complications of the surgery. We had to travel to my mother's home to settle all of the fanatical matters, bury her and get the documents that made my uncle my legal guardian. He had to have a neighbor do the chores in our absence. When we got home he settled up with the neighbor for looking after the farm in our absence. Then we settled down to become father and son with privileges. Being home schooled was interesting because there was a lot of sucking and fucking of my male teachers. I enjoyed using the pump on my uncle when I wanted him to fuck me or suck him off. We became even closer. When he would prepare me to be fucked he would ask me if I wanted him to fuck me. I was calling him Daddy by that time. After he would use the vacuum pump to engorge his cock he would approach me from behind and as he would insert his cock in my ass he would ask, "Do you like it, Son?" I would respond, "Yes, Daddy fuck me like the bitch I am!" He even taught me how to put a stool behind the cows and fuck their pussies while they were being milked. The alfa dog also enjoyed fucking me. I joyed doing my chores in the nude when the weather permitted. I hated to go away to college, because I didn't think I would have any sex for the next four years. I studied animal husbandry, and quickly became attracted to my department head. The professor was an older man with a full beard. After the final exam for the first semester we had a beer party after the test. One by one the other students went home, leaving the two of us to finish the last pitcher of beer. Before leaving we made a head call, and when I saw the size of his un-cut cock I boldly offered to hold it while he pissed. When we finished emptying or bladders he asked me if I would like to home with him. Of course, I was thrilled. He drove us to his ranch. The smell of cow and horse shit was so familiar. I had a raging hard-on. Not only did we engage on oral and anal sex. I was bred by his dogs, and he even had a big pink pet hog. I found out what it was like to be fucked by a corkscrew cock od a hog. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@yahoo.com