After we found the carriage and instructed Wilson to act as coachman, John and I sunk into the black leather cushions and drowsed for about half the trip.
I was so into this half slumbering state that I jumped with surprise when John"s resonant voice boomed to me.
"I guess I better tell you my plans before we get back to the estate."
"I hope they do not, in any way, indicate that I shall be enjoying your company less."
"I fear that is exactly the case. After having had a renewed taste of London and all its glory and vain glory, I find that I am longing to hurl myself into that life once more.. I miss earning my keep, even though some might scoff at the legality and morality of it. Still it's a source of constant flattery and I am like a lotus eater for praise."
I sat up sharply at the import of those words. "Then we shall not continue to see each other?"
He patted my curly head, "Of course we shall. I expect that when you go down to Oxford, that you will have digs nearby, after all, you can do as you please, you are a very rich lad. For me to see you there would be no problem. And perhaps you will introduce me to some strapping, rich boy to play with."
We were both silent for awhile. He continued, "Uncle has offered to settle a fine monthly stipend for Mum and me. With the addition of my nefarious earnings, we shall be comfortable indeed."
When we arrived home, Uncle was in attendance. He drew me into the study and took a long breath before launching into his speech. "Blake, I have a proposal that may seem radical to you, but you are at a juncture now because of your age and impending residence at Oxford."
I listened intently to his earnest words spoken in a clear baritone voice as his dark brown eyes fixed my widely open ones. Suddenly he stopped, "Blake, stop fixing me with your beautiful eyes. I become aroused and breathless and find it hard to continue."
I smiled in a way I hoped was charming. I would do anything to please my handsome uncle, remembering those times he feasted on my young body during his monthly visits.
"Only with your agreement, I offer the suggestion that we sell the estate but continue to farm it. The house is too large and drafty. You can make my smaller mansion your base. It's cozy and will embrace you with comforts and..."
"Yes dear Uncle," I said, knowing that he must be smitten with me and I loved the idea. My trousers were fast becoming indiscreet. Surely he noticed.
"...that I might be a comfort to your appetites and possible instruct your progress."
"I would much enjoy this. May I ride over first thing tomorrow morning and you can begin my lessons."
He blushed charmingly. I longed to rub my young hand against his smooth tan face. Uncle always seemed to me to be darker than the average Englishman and I hoped that perhaps in his heritage might be a Moor.
He was greatly affected by my suggestion and had difficulty speaking until he cleared his throat several times. "I shall greatly look forward to your arrival."
I was excited all night and slept poorly from intense sexual excitement, Finally dawn came and I dressed in my riding costume and quickly consumed cocoa and a bun whilst instructing Wilson to ask the stable boy to saddle my horse.
He evinced no surprise. I guessed that he had been informed by Uncle of the day's plans.
Riding the short distance through the damp morning woods the motion of the horse furthered increased my ardor. When I reached the fine house I secured the horse and rushed into the open oak door.
Uncle greeted me. I was inflamed to see that he was barefoot, dark hairs decorating his perfect feet and on up to his ankles until the rest was obscured by his red silk robe.
He put his slim muscular arm over my shoulder and steered me to the master bedroom. Once inside he struck a humorous pose like a school master and ordered me to undress for my monthly inspection. Laughing with joy and expectation I removed my boots availing myself of his boot jack. Then I unbuttoned my fawn riding jacket and then my blouse. My upper body was quite exposed at this point. His eyes were shooting sparks.
"You have gained a broader shoulder and chest muscles since your last examination. At your age, the body matures rapidly. Now man child, remove your lower garments."
Beginning to breath deeper than normal, I delved into this excitement of displaying myself. I was surely wanton to enjoy this. My stockings were pulled down by my trembling hand. Then my britches were wiggled off. Only my under clothes were between me and total nakedness.
There was a large mirror near me. I caught sight of my buttocks wrapped in the fine linen of my underclothes. How my arse seemed to be pertly pushing against the fabric. I pushed my rear end out to further display them. I heard my young uncle gasp.
"I beg you remove all."
In a flash I dropped the last barrier and stood, full erected, in a soldier's stance of attention. My full prick was stiffly pointing up and leaping slightly with excitement.
Uncle was trembling. "You rival any statue of a young Greek athlete in the London Museum, even more beautiful because you have the pink/white tones of life. Your form is perfection, from the widen shoulders to the slim waist the strong and shapely legs. Between lies your manhood, both commanding and yielding."
I was becoming moist with the effect of his admiration. "Please Uncle, remove your own clothing."
To my surprise, this request was accomplished in a moment as he shook off his silk robe to be totally revealed. My eyes raked his body, seeming it for the first time. It was magnificent, like a Whippet, lean, taffy colored with fine hair on his belly. His penis was long and tawny, lying over hanging tentacles, filled with two oval orbs.
He closed the short distance between us and threw his warm arms around my waist and drew me against his hot body. I turned myself slightly to accommodate both our large pricks, arranging myself so that my hardness lay against his hip.
He pulled back slightly. "Stand against me. I want to feel your lance against my belly and mine pressing you."
It felt right to have our maleness shout to each other. I rubbed a bit and left a drop of my dew on his hip. He moved his upper body a little apart, so he could gaze at my face.
"Have you ever kissed?"
"No, Uncle and I fear I am ignorant of that gesture."
"You shall learn this very hour, and you shall also learn how to be fucked."
"What!" I said perhaps too loudly. "I have enjoyed Johnnie and also Wilson, but as you might expect, as a superior, I had the upper position. What you suggest is fearsome to me."
"You shall be a virgin no longer this morning and you will be the happiest lad in all of Britain, I opine."
I was very doubtful and my mind was playing with thoughts of what method I might use to avoid this harsh test but suddenly my mind dropped rebellious musings as Uncles commanding lips fastened on mine.
My brain immediately began to whirl. I sagged in near faint at the effect. Uncle held me harder and his tongue pierced my lips and sought my tongue as he was master of me. I gratefully allowed his dominance, and became almost a girl giving in to her lover. I was unweaponed by him and accepted it and even gloried in it.
His conquest has only just begun. He pushed me, almost rudely, to the bed nearby and I landed on my back. He grasped by dripping member and shagged me possessively until I was crying out in passion.
"I know you are almost weeping for a release, but this time, you will discharge your essence when I command it and not before. When you finally reach your peek and fall over the cliff, it will be like nothing else you have ever felt.
His words inflamed me as well as his hands on my sex, now stroking my sac and then reaching back and stroking the puckered opening of my arse. I tried to hold his wrist, but he was strong and determined and finally I felt my legs lifting and soon my opening was totally exposed to his eyes and insolent hands.
Part of me was terrified and I thought of pushing him off and grabbing my garments and mounting my horse. But another part of my was beginning to crave the stimulation that his beloved hand was bringing to me.
He laughed slightly, triumphantly. "Now boy, you showed me this day that you are a bit of a bum boy. I always expected this. Now leave all to me and feel lucky to have a master here."
I released my held breath. He took this as a sign of complete surrender and he put a finger in my mouth. "Suck and wet it boy. Then I shall begin your lesson."
Strange, but I sucked hard on his beloved finger, as if it could emit a fluid. I sucked so enthusiastically that he had to pull hard to disengage. "Easy nephew, all you wish will come to you shortly."
That finger was at my hole and making circles all around like an animal about to spring. I wailed in appreciation of the feeling and hoped he had other uses for that finger. The intensification arrived immediately as he pushed the his first knuckle was inside. It moved and twisted and rubbed and tickled. And I, like a girl in the field, pushed back for more feeling.
He laughed again and slide his entire digit inside. I howled with the surprise and overwhelming good feelings it produced. "If you like this so much, you will be more impressed with the feeling of my prong sliding inside."
Just the import of his words made my mouth drip saliva. "Oh dear Uncle, I think I shall die if you do not actually fuck me. Stick it in me, puncture my pride. I wish to serve as you vessel."
He also crowed and pulled my legs up on his bony hips and soon his prick was at my arse lips. Moaning loudly, like a cow in heat, I rocked and shoved trying to feel more.
He reared back and shoved his stiff member in and at the same time slapped my flank sharply.
"Ouch!" I called. "Why are you angry and must punished me?"
He was so overcome with gaining full entrance that he replied hoarsely. "I love you, the slap was to divert you whilst I slide in. Is it good for you?"
"I am happy, as you promised and await further as you sexual servant."
Those words seemed to cause him permission to seek his own pleasure. Soon he was grunting and pushing in and out. I felt as if my prick was being shagged as he slid back and forth over places inside me that were exquisitely sensitive.
Wantonly I called, "Hey old man, why so tentative. Can you not fuck me harder?"
With a cry, partly of anger, he fucked me faster and harder until I felt my own climax beginning at my toes and rushing up my stiffening legs and into my ball sac that had pulled up at the base of my prick, ready to fire.
Meanwhile Uncle's movements changed. It was as if he was fucking in heavy atmosphere. He pushed and struggled knowing that his own spewing was at hand. He screamed as he felt my passage pulsate as I began discharging streams of white milk on my belly. That caused the inevitable for him. He shook and leaped and wept and cried as his own mighty orgasm was upon him. Helplessly in it grip his tongue lolled out and his eyes turned upward. His body jack knifed several times in his throes.
We clung to each other as if we were on a runaway horse. But the madness came to a slow end. As I became aware of my surroundings I felt his lips pressing against mine.
"We shall make each other happy, pretty lad. What say?"
"I believe we should have a repast...and then..."
"Yes?"
"Fuck again."
End of story