Date: Fri, 3 Jul 2020 18:00:38 -0400
From: ahungrybear@aol.com
Subject: Lessons From Uncle Samuel, Part 2

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Lessons From Uncle Samuel, Part 2

Recap: Virginal 18-year-old Bobby is seduced by his Mom's boyfriend,
Arnie, into giving him a blow job. But as he completes the deed, his Mom
arrives home from work.

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And then I heard a gasp and looked past Arnie to see my mom standing by
the front door. I didn't know how much she saw, but she certainly saw
enough...

"Oh shit," mumbled Arnie as he tried to pull his pants up without
standing up. I stumbled back from where I was kneeling, keeping my head
down so she couldn't see my cum-smeared face. I somehow got to my feet
and fled to my room, slamming the door behind me. Definitely a coward's
move, but I truly had no words to express my feelings at the moment.
Leaning back against the door, trying to catch my breath and fighting the
urge to be sick, I could hear my Mom screaming and Arnie's only slightly
less loud responses. And then a slam of the front door, and the sounds of
Arnie's truck turning on, which somehow managed to sound angry, before
the vehicle departed our property with a roar.

I waited for Mom to pound on my door, but instead I heard her go into her
room and close the door. With a sigh, I flopped onto the bed, my head
spinning. Despite all the drama of the last hour, one thing remained:
being on my knees sucking Arnie's cock was the most exciting thing that
had ever happened to me. I found my tongue running around my lips seeking
any remnants of his cum. And that taste was ambrosia. My hands slid down
to my aching crotch, for I had been so focused on satisfying the man who
let me service him that I hadn't thought about getting off myself.
Loosening the belt on my jeans I shoved them and my briefs down, freeing
my cock, which immediately shot to attention.

Closing my eyes, I wrapped my hand around my prick, allowing my mind to
replay the sensations worshipping a man. His strong hands on my head,
controlling me for his maximum pleasure. His deep voice purring
encouragement and verbal abuse with equal measures, and both feeling so
rewarding to me. The sensation of his large cock exploring deeper into my
throat than I ever thought possible. And the truly electric charge in the
moment when his body exploded in orgasm and I was allowed to taste and
drink his essence. And now I came. I had to bite my lip to keep from
shouting out. My cum spread across my belly and chest. I swear I felt
some on my face. And after that I seemed to black out, falling into
something between sleep and unconsciousness.

I must have woken up a few times during the night to hear Mom talking in
low but emphatic tones on the phone; I didn't need to hear the words to
know that she was "making plans."

In the morning, the aromas of a cooked breakfast reached my nose and woke
me up. Pulling on my sweatpants and a t-shirt, I wandered into the
bathroom and then the kitchen. A full meal was set out at my place,
waffles with strawberries, fresh juice, a sectioned grapefruit. Mom was
dressed casually -- not work clothes but still not sloppy. She had washed
her hair and it was tied back with a bright red scarf.

"Mom..."

"Sit down and eat. And we'll talk."

I did as I was told. After she finished the dishes, she picked up her
coffee cup and sat across from me. Her mouth was set in a strong but not
angry line. And when she spoke, her voice was level and even a bit
loving. Definitely not the fury I was prepared for.

"Listen, I have several things to say and I'd appreciate if you didn't
interrupt me until I'm done." She paused for a moment, watching me
carefully. I shrugged and put a piece of waffle in my mouth, trying to
match her unemotional expression.

"First, and maybe most important, I love you. I don't care that you're
gay. In fact, frankly it wasn't much of a surprise. Arnie and I... well,
let's not go there."

I couldn't help grinning at her faux pas, then quickly tried to return
to neutral, but I swear I saw just a bit of a smile on hers.

"I wish you hadn't chosen to seduce my boyfriend..."

For a moment I was going to protest but decided that wasn't the point of
the moment.

"But that's over and done with. After what happened, I can't stay
here. I've quit my job and I'm moving. I gave notice to the landlord.

"Now, I think it would not be a good idea for us to live together. You
have a couple of options. You can stay here for the next 30 days. The
rent's paid. You're an adult so you can get a job and you can let the
landlord know if you want to stay. I can let you have a bit of cash to
tie you over until you find work.

"You have another option. I talked to Samuel and he's willing to take
you in. He lives somewhere out in the woods so I'm not sure how much fun
that will be, but it will be a roof over your head and food. And you can
finish high school there in the fall. He's driving in this morning, so
you'll need to make a decision. Now, finish your breakfast."

She stood up, finished her coffee and put the cup in the sink, and walked
out of the room. I looked at my breakfast and had a difficult time
deciding if I wanted to eat, but figured I might as well. Thinking about
my Uncle Samuel, I visualized him: a towering man well over six feet
tall, a hefty man with lots of muscles apparent under whatever fat
(definitely not flab) he carried. He had a full dark beard, just starting
to show some silver the last time I saw him. His arms were hairy, as was
a tuft that stuck out of the throat of the plaid shirts he favored. His
voice was deep and rumbling, though he seemed to talk only when he has
something to say. All in all, he was intimidating as hell, but also kind
of sexy. I certainly had no reason to believe he was dangerous so living
with him seemed the best option.

Which is how I found myself sitting next to him in his Range Rover about
four hours later. Packing my clothes hadn't taken long -- one of the few
benefits of the life I had lived was that I wasn't in the habit of
holding on to much stuff. We had been travelling for maybe a half an hour
in silence, when my Uncle turned his head in my direction and asked in a
very even tone, "so, are you a gay man or a faggot?"

I wasn't shocked that Mom had told him about the hot unfortunate
incident with Arnie, but his question totally baffled me.

"Um, isn't that the same thing?"

"Not at all. A gay man is a man who is attracted to other men. A faggot
is born to service all men without focusing on his own needs. Both are
totally valid, but very different. So, which are you?"

I was so confused by this concept that I just fumbled around for a minute
trying to figure out what I wanted to say. And then he continued.

"For instance, I'm a gay man. I adore men. And boys. My sexual tastes
are varied. But I'm always in control and always on top."

I turned and looked at him incredulously. I would never have guessed that
he was gay. But then, my knowledge of gay men was certainly limited.
Non-existent was probably more accurate. Without thinking further, I
stammered out "then I guess I'm a fag."

He turned his head to smile at me.

Then we drove on in silence for a while, giving me a chance to digest
what I just admitted. And images of being on my knees pleasuring Arnie
began to fill my imagination. Except that Arnie began to fade, being
replaced by images of my Uncle Samuel. As if I was afraid he could read
my mind, I began to blush furiously.

"Well," he rumbled, "there are a few rules for living with me."

"Yes, Sir?"

He nodded at my salutation and continued, "the first is that under no
circumstances at no time will you refer to me as Uncle Sam." He shot me
a grin, but I didn't hesitate to believe he meant it. Then he continued,
"second is that you will always be honest with me. I want to know what
you are thinking and feeling. Third, you'll have your chores at home,
and you will do them. In the fall, you'll be going to school and you'll
work hard at your classes.

"Finally, as to sex, you have two choices, and believe me, you have a
choice. Whichever you choose, you will remain with me, at least until
you've graduated from high school and figured out where you want to go
next. You can live with me strictly as my nephew, and pursue romance
where you find it, or you can be my sex slave and I will teach you
everything I know about being a fag, which is considerable. Take some
time and let me know what you want."

The last 24 hours had certainly been confusing, exciting, difficult and
shocking. But I was beginning to understand myself; what I was born to
be; what I needed to be.

"Yes Sir, I want to be your sex slave."

"Good boy. Then get your face in my crotch and show me what you've
learned."

I felt a grin spread across my face as I carefully slid my head under his
arm so not to interfere with his driving. Burying my face in his denim
covered crotch, I inhaled deeply. An intoxicating mix of sweat and jeans
and man. I had only been drunk once in my life, but just these scents
were enough to move me in that direction.

"Open up my pants, boy," his command was gentle but firm.

Gently I undid his thick leather belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Beneath
them, I found no underwear, just his thick uncut cock nestled in a thick
nest of wiry hair. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and ran it across
his flesh. Beneath my tongue, his manhood quivered a bit and shifted as
if trying to grow. With my fingers, I freed his cock, surprised by its
heft. Not quite as long as Arnie's (the only cock other than my own I
had to compare it to), but definitely thicker. I knew it would challenge
my jaws to encompass it, but that knowledge didn't make me pause for a
moment.

With a wet mouth, I took the head in my mouth, propelling my tongue under
the foreskin, which obliged by sliding backwards. A stronger taste of man
and a bit of dried cum and piss filled my mouth. Startled, I being to
slide back a bit, but Uncle's elbow firmly pressed against the back of
my head, pushed me back down. I heard his deep chuckle as I lightly
gagged, which propelled me forward eager to please him. My head began to
bob up and down on his thick rod, my tongue exploring  to find his most
sensitive spots. Nothing else existed -- the car, the road, anything --
except for pleasing him.

Without realizing what I was doing, one of my hands slid down to my
crotch and began to grope myself. My Uncle slapped my hand away and in a
serious tone instructed me "you never touch yourself without permission.
You exist for Men's pleasure, not your faggot self." Awkwardly I moved
my hand behind my back and kept it there as I continued to service the
cock in front of me.

I could feel that beautifully cock pulsing within my mouth, growing
harder and longer as he got closer and closer to climax. Then, without
any warning but a quickening of his breath, he shot rope after rope of
thick cum into my mouth and down my throat. "Don't spill any of that in
my car. Take it all down." As the last of the cum struck the back of my
throat, he let out a whooshing sound and I could feel his entire body
relax. Carefully, I returned his softening dick into his jeans and
buttoned them up. Feeling slightly dizzy and exhausted, I straightened up
and settled back in my seat.

Uncle turned to me and grinned. "Yes boy, I think we're going to get
along just fine."

TO BE CONTINUED