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Lessons From Uncle Samuel, Part 3
After an unfortunate, but highly satisfying, encounter with his mom's boyfriend, 18-year-old Bobby has been sent to live with his Uncle Samuel. On the ride to the older man's cabin in the woods, the teen finds himself giving a blow job to his new guardian who has offered the willing but inexperienced boy a chance to become his sex slave. After completion, Bobby has dozed off in the RV.
I fell into a deep sleep, filled with erotic dreams that brought together Arnie, Uncle Samuel and various daddy studs from porn videos. Images of handcuffs and rope, leather boots and collars swirled through them. But my fantasies all returned to center on my Uncle. Finally, he growled to me, "Okay boy, you're home." I felt his paw on my shoulder, shaking me slightly, and repeated in a much gentler tone, "we're home." Realizing I was scrunched down in my seat of his van, I shook my head to try and wake up. Opening my eyes and focusing, I was surprised with what was in front of me.
We were indeed in the middle of a rather dense woods with no other houses visible. It was a beautiful view with an abundance of greens, accompanied with various bird songs and something that sounded like lapping water. After years of living in personality-lacking suburban housing developments, this truly seemed like a heavenly setting. But what surprised me was the "cabin". Having grown up on reruns of Little House on the Prairie and John Wayne westerns, I had expected a one-story wood-sided building of limited proportions. Rustic and maybe a bit shabby. What I was looking at was a three-story vacation dream home, the type featured in the magazines my Mom brought home to lust over.
Oddly, the ground level story had no visible windows nor an obvious entrance. At the front of the structure, a wide staircase led up to the front door. Surrounding that level was a beautifully maintained porch that wrapped around the house. The top floor, smaller than the lower two, had a large deck off of it.
I couldn't do anything but gawk. My Uncle chuckled and said, "come on boy, let me show you around."
I scrambled out of the car, grabbed my duffel bag from the back seat, and followed him up the stairs trying to match his long strides as he ascended. He unlocked the front door and led me inside to a large living room, with lots of comfortable looking chairs and two sofas. Windows flooded the room with light. A beautiful wood grained bar was at one end of the room. I had never seen such a gorgeous room and my first impulse was to try out every chair in the space. But Uncle was already leading me on, down a hallway.
"This is my home office," he informed as he opened a door to a beautifully masculine room with a large desk and an extensive computer setup that I was instantly jealous of. And on the walls were several large framed posters of naked young men in various erotic positions.
"What kind of work do you do, Uncle?" I dared to ask. The response was, "I'm a businessman." Of course, his response just made me more curious, but I decided it was obvious I would learn nothing more. At least, not at that time.
The next room was his media room, with topflight wide screen television and sound system, as well as cabinets containing tons of DVDs, from the look of it, both commercial and home-made. He whisked me away before I could check out the latter ones. Finally, we were in a large kitchen. It gleamed. Full of top-of-the-line equipment. I must have been gapping. "Do you know how to cook, boy?"
"Yes Sir, " I answered automatically. "That is, I can do basic things. Burgers and chicken and stuff. I made a lot of our dinners."
"Well, that's a start. We'll expand your repertoire. Get you eating healthy. In time, I'll expect you to make our meals. Especially when we have company." I must have grinned because I really liked that idea. Good to know I would have a purpose here. Besides the sex, which I was looking forward to even more.
We retraced our steps down the hallway until we got to a staircase leading up to the top floor. Next to it was a closed door which drew my attention. "That goes to the lower level. I'll show you that another day. Come on upstairs." Without waiting, he strode up the stairs. I scurried to keep up with him.
Gesturing as we went down the corridor on the upper floor, he said "These are two guest rooms. Down here is the master bedroom. My room." I couldn't quite hide a smile at his use of the word "master," but then I noticed he was grinning as well. The door was open, and we walked into another beautiful space, dominated by the largest four poster bed I had ever seen. Topped with a beautiful patchwork quilt and a ton of pillows. Through glass doors, a large deck beckoned, complete with a good size jacuzzi and a view of the woods beyond.
Uncle gave me a minute to take in all of this luxury while he shared a contented smile. Then he strode over to an interior door and opened it, showing me into a smaller but no less comfortable bedroom. A twin bed, a desk with a computer, some shelves and two windows that opened onto the same panorama.
"And this is your room. You can personalize it as you want."
"I get my own room?" I guess I couldn't keep the surprise out of my voice.
"Of course. Oh, you'll probably spend some nights in my bed, but you have a right to your own space as well. You aren't my prisoner, you know. Now, give it a few days and we'll talk about how you want to decorate it." Things were happening so fast that I didn't know what to think, except that I was very, very lucky. Then I realize Uncle was smiling at me.
"Now, there are some rules, and the first one is that unless it's really cold in here, you'll be naked at all times."
"Naked?" I asked with a slightly trembling voice.
"Well, almost naked. But we'll discuss that later. For now, I think you'd better strip down." And he flashed one of his grins at me and leaned against the door frame. I realized he was going to watch as I disrobed. The funny thing was, I was more embarrassed about taking my clothes off in front of him than I would have been if I was already naked. I have no idea why that was, but it was certainly true.
Shrugging and trying to look nonchalant (and expecting I was failing terribly), I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it onto the bed. Resisting the urge to flex whatever muscles I could find; I knelt down and untied my sneakers. Glancing up, I realized that my Man towered over me and I was in the perfect position to give another blow job. I looked into his eyes, realizing he had the same thought. But then he shook his head and gestured for me to continue. Sliding my shoes and socks off, I stood back up and undid my shorts. Letting them drop, I stood there in my tighty whities. Without realizing it, I was holding my hands over my crotch and turning several shades of red, discovering that I could blush all over my body and not just on my face. Without shifting his eyes, he mouthed "everything." With a sigh, I pulled down my shorts and let my hands drop to my side. I was rewarded with the biggest smile yet on my Uncle's face.
Without a word, he came forward and pulled me into a bear hug. Being naked while he was still clothed somehow emphasized how much bigger he was than me. I felt tiny, vulnerable, and in his arms, ever so safe. Then he leaned down, tilting my face up with his paw and kissed me. My first kiss. I melted. Gentle at first, the kiss grew more forceful and passionate. My lips parted and his thick tongue slid between them. He was now in total control as he probed my mouth, tickling my tongue with his own. As strange as it was, this felt ever so much more intimate than the blow job I had given him earlier.
He pulled back and I felt empty, even as his grin set me aflame. With a single motion he leaned forward and swept me up into the air, cradled in his arms, as he carried me back into his bedroom. Not only did he treat me as if I had no weight at all, but I felt that way. I surrendered all will, all resistance. Suddenly, I was floating through the air as he gently tossed me onto his large bed, and I sank into the mattress among the pillows. Grinning, he began to unbutton his shirt. I looked up at him, smiling and watching the beautiful show as he slowly shed his clothes.
He powerful upper body was covered in fur that did nothing to hide the muscles beneath, the type of muscles that are partially from hard time at the gym and partially from more natural activities like wood chopping and construction. Turing his back so I could admire that view as well, I could see him loosening his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. As I knew from the in-transit blow job, he wore no underwear, so I was immediately looking at his muscular ass with a light dusting of fur. Perfectly shaped and tightly muscled. I think I was drooling and not the least apologetic about it. I could only wonder what it would be like to run my fingertips along it... and my tongue.
He turned back to face me, now completely on display. His cock was erect, his balls pulled forward. He was all of my porn fantasies come alive. Although I had already agreed to be his sex slave, one view of him and I would have instantly surrendered anyway. My mouth opened and without even being aware my legs parted. My arms reached out toward him. The knowing grin he gave me simply turned me on all the more.
"You like what you see, boy?" My flushed face and opened body made the question irrelevant, but I nodded anyway, unable to form words.
He moved toward me, smiling broadly. For a large man, his movement were surprisingly catlike; perhaps leopardlike would be more appropriate. He climbed onto the bed, prowling toward my head. Then, before my throat could be speared, he surprised me by turning and sinking his perfect ass onto my face. Growling, "Okay faggot, get that tongue busy." To say I was shocked would be an understatement, but somehow I knew what he wanted. I had seen it in some videos, of course, though I had never done it before. He gave me no choice as his ass muscles tightened onto my face.
My tongue slowly began to lick his ass cheeks, slowly shifting closer to his very clean hole. The intoxicating smell of man made me dizzy. I could distantly hear him chuckling, knowing what I was experiencing. Then I felt a new sensation as his powerful fingers found my nipples. First it was a light teasing, almost tickling. Then suddenly and without warning, he clamped down. Hard. Without meaning to, I let out a scream.
"Get busy, bitch. I want to feel that tongue up my hole. Good boys get rewarded. Bad boys get punished."
The combination of pain and his commands (which thrilled me no end) got me working. I found my inhibitions vanishing as my tongue went to his lightly furred hole. Experimenting, I tried moving it side to side, glancing it over the entry and hearing my Man sighing. With a bit of courage my tongue went into his hole. Surprised that rather than the nasty taste I expected it was simply spicy, and more importantly, my Master. Uncle eased up on my nipples, though maintaining a light pressure, both as a reminder of his power and a way for him to balance himself. I was certainly learning that my whole body was his toy.
His breath was growing louder and deeper. I could feel his body shift as he began to stroke his cock. His ass pushed harder down on my face, almost smothering me. The lack of oxygen didn't scare me -- I instinctively knew my uncle would never harm me though pain was very possible -- but encouraged me to go further. Extending my tongue as far as it would go, darting in and out of that beautiful hole. The man above me began to tremble, his voice turning into a roar as he shot rope after rope of cum across my chest.
Without any sort of warning, my body began to erupt. Without even being able to touch my dick, I felt my balls tighten up and pulse. Gasping, my tongue still in my Uncle's hole, cum spurted from my hard cock, adding to the pool on my chest and belly, mixing our two loads together. My orgasm had overwhelmed me, very nearly causing me to faint. From far away, I could hear my Uncle guffaw. He showed his dexterity by sliding off my body in a gentle way that caused me no discomfort while carefully keeping himself away from our twin exertions quickly drying on my skin. And then he leaned down and delivered another one of his devouring, intoxicating kisses.
Pulling away, he grinned and said, "jump in the shower and get yourself cleaned up. You're a mess, boy. Then meet me in the kitchen and you'll get your first lesson in cooking. The first of many lessons," he paused and grinned, "and not all in the kitchen."
Springing from the bed, I called out a "yes Sir!", my mind whirling on what tomorrow might hold.