Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2007 07:26:59 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: 'How I Seduced My Uncle's Dog" by Jay Roberts     Bestiality

++++I would definitely warn any kids under 18 that they should not be
reading this story.  When you are older, your mind can better distinguish
between fiction and life.  So, come back later.



When I graduated from Oxford, my four years reading eighteenth century
novels in their original languages (French, German and Russian) my uncle
Frederic asked me to come up to his estate on the Scottish coast to hear a
proposition.

My uncle was a bachelor, a somewhat famous writer of critical monographs
about last century authors.  I knew that he was intensely interested in my
studies and knew that they uniquely dovetailed with his own interests.

He was the brother of my late mother.  Whilst he didn't fulfill the office
of a parent, he did function like as if I was his ward.  All my clothes
were made at his tailor and billed to his account.  My expenses at school
were similarly absorbed by him.

I took the train up to the nearest town to his estate and completed the
journey by coach.  "A castle of a fierce man." Offered my cabbie.  I could
see why he thought so.  The main house was dismal gray stone, partially
moss covered and the part not so decorated was obscured with ivy.  The ivy
sadly needed trimming as it extended over several of the windows.

Uncle's old servant had died I learned and was replaced by his nephew, a
tall taciturn lad of sad visage. His name, I learned later, was Patrick.  I
took him to be about my age, twenty-two. His lankiness fooled me, as he was
quite strong, taking all four cases under his arms and heading upstairs.
He called over his shoulder; the master is working in the study.  He asked
that you wait in the small reception room.  There is a good fire there."

I was glad to warm up.  Typical Scottish weather of fine rain and chilling
temperature made the hearth very welcome.  I pushed my bum at the roaring
fire and as my heavy trousers heated up, I had to jump back.  As I did, I
heard a dry laugh heading my way.  It was Uncle Frederic.  I hadn't seen
him in some years and I was appalled at how aged he had become.  He stooped
when he walked and the upper part of his back had humped out.  He now wore
a full beard of pure white.

"You roasted your arse, did you?"

He was never warm and friendly, rather acerbic and given to rough, often
cruel remarks toward me.  Yet his undoubted devotion in supporting me
indicated that he was kind inside.

"Let me look at you.  My you are a pretty fellow.  You take after Pamela,
my sister.  You have the same blond golden hair and clear skin.  Yes your
eyes are also violet.  Are you a homosexual?"

I was shocked.  No doubt he had become foolish in his old age, but I
thought I should respond evenly.  "Would that anger you if I were?"

"Not at all lad.  At my age I accept everything and everybody."

For the first time I noticed that there was a large dog sitting on his
haunches in the doorway.  It was a mastiff I believe.  He saw me looking at
the dog.  "Pay no attention.  He's gentle.  I call him Caesar."

I went over to the dog.  He looked up at me and slightly wagged his tail.
He really was a beauty.  I leaned down and scratched his ear, He seemed to
purr like a cat and rub against my hand.

"Don't spoil the beast.  I never pet him.  It will only make him feminized.
My ignoring him makes him a better watch dog."

I didn't agree and I had already thought that he would make a good friend
for me in the friendless place.  However I didn't have time to enter in to
this discussion and Uncle directed me into his study and began to tell me
about my duties here.  I had no idea that I was to work for him, but in
view of his generosity to me I could not refuse.  The task he outlined was
prodigious.  It seemed to me that it would take a lifetime to catalog all
his books.

He suddenly stopped in his discussion about my duties, that he also
directed would begin at eight the next day and continue at that hour every
time of the week until completed.  "No church on Sunday?" I asked.  He
turned red and furious.

"I don't hold with church, religion and less God.  It's foolishness and
detraction from real scholarship.  I suggest you disabuse yourself of such
childish beliefs as long as you are under my roof."

I had never been a religious person, but the Sunday services at school were
a pleasant and uplifting part of the week.  I would, however, accede to his
wishes.  I did have my well-worn Bible that was bequeathed by my mother and
would read it in private.

My thoughts were stopped by my uncles crackling voice.  "You better go up
to your room, second on the left, take a hot bath (I can't abide odors,
especially those of young men) and return at six for sherry, then supper."

I left the room, began to climb the stairs and felt someone behind me.  I
turned and there was Caesar patiently following directly behind me, his
tail wagging more vigorously, perhaps because he was out of sight of my
uncle.  I reached down and petted him and he nuzzled me again in the
friendliest fashion.  I continued to my room.  My bags had been completely
unpacked and stowed in draws and the wardrobe.  I heard the sound of a bath
being drawn and looked in.  There stood Patrick, his jacket off and his
sleeves rolled up over his elbows.  I noticed his arm muscle was well
developed.  He nodded respectfully at me and asked if I need assistance in
undressing for the bath.  I thought, why not.  I will play the young lord
to the hilt and this will amuse me I hoped.

I stood docilely in front of him.  He dried his hands that had been testing
the water and unbuttoned my shirt.  Now I am a strong fellow and his eyes
opened as my developed chest was revealed.  I believe I heard him sigh as
he continued.  He removed the shirt and bent down and unlaced my boots and
then removed my stockings.  Next he unbuckled my belt and opened the fly
buttons and my trousers fell to my ankles.  He looked at my strong legs,
developed from years of riding and bicycling, the blond hair hazed over the
muscles and shone in the light from the gas lamps in sconces around the
room.  My chest also bore a fuzzing of blond hair around the pectorals and
on my stomach and led down to my ample prick and balls.

As the servant aided me in entering the high side wall of the tube, I felt
his hand shaking.  I must have been the only young male he had ever seen
nude.  "The water temperature is perfect.  You are skilled in drawing a
bath."  He applied the soap to the cloth and wiped in gently over my back.
I lifted slightly and crouched forward and he was able to pass it back and
forth over my buttocks and the crack between.  He was assiduous in that
endeavor and it quite stimulated me so that when I returned to a sitting
position by penis was fully erected.  I was not embarrassed as this
condition before a servant was not the same as before a peer.

He was sweating slightly on his clear forehead as he lifted my sexual organ
and retracted the foreskin and washed it thoroughly.  Next same my hanging
sac and it also received his best attention.  "Shall I shampoo your hair?"

"Good idea.  My hair is probably dusty from the trip."

He soaped up my blond hair and rinsed several times.  "You have beautiful
hair, sir."

I stood and he helped me out and I stood on the mat whilst he dried me
carefully.  He bent at one point so that his breath played against my
nipple and that quite stiffened up ready for play.  Finally I donned a
heavy cotton robe.  "I have prepared the bed so you might have a short nap
before dressing for dinner."

I was quite sleepy and the suggestion was well taken.  He covered me much
like a mother putting her child to bed, dimmed the light and closed the
door quietly.  I lay there somewhat stimulated by her ministrations in the
bedroom.  I planned at some point to have a go at the boy, but meanwhile
there was time for a quick wank before I was due to dress.

I reached for my erected cock and began a slow, luxurious stroke.  Suddenly
the bed shook as Caesar jumped on it.  I hadn't realized he was in the
room.  Apparently he entered by pushing open the door and secreted himself.
I embraced him and he lay against my naked body, enjoying the warmth.  I
reached down and whilst wanking myself, took hold of the area wherein lay
he dog prick.  He moved away like a virgin denying my approach, but he
returned to lay against me.  I scratched his ears and rubbed his furry
belly and he relaxed and closed his eyes in pleasure.  I then took the
opportunity to renew my assault on his privates.  This time he permitted a
gentle rubbing and before long he emitted a long sigh as his red organ
began to push through its hairy covering into sight.  It quite affected me.
I had the strangest desire to lick and suckle it but my own peak was not
far from being realized.  The dog seemed to know it and he got up and
pushed he nose into my pubic hair and his giant tongue found my moist cock
head.  He began to lick it in a maddeningly measured pace until I cried out
a hoarse yell as my cock began spewing heavily.  Caesar licked all of my
offering thereby saving the bedclothes.

Just as I lay panting in recovery there came a knock on the door.  I
allowed Frederick to enter.  He took in the scene with Caesar in full
erection and my own cock red and moist from my own orgasm.  He smiled a
moment and his eyes sparkled, but he suppressed the knowledge he gained and
bustled about the room getting my evening clothes ready and bushed.  In
short order I was dressed in a stiff shirt from, bow tie and tails and
headed downstairs, where I found my uncle similarly dressed.

We drank excellent sherry.  Uncle was an expert on local wines and we had
several different glasses with the dinner courses.  I hadn't expected such
excellent food, but Uncle was also had gourmet.  The staff included a
French chef.  He asked me questions plumbing my depth of knowledge about
novels of the last two centuries.  I attempted to give cogent responses but
I was quite tiddly from wine and laughed inappropriately at time.  He
noticed it and called Frederick.  "Frederick, please help my nephew
upstairs, he needs his rest to begin his day early in the study."

Frederick put his arm around my waist.  It felt very companionable and
walked me up to my room.  Once inside he sat me on the bed and slowly
removed my clothing, hanging each piece carefully in the wardrobe.  I sat
swaying drunkenly on the bed, totally naked.  He returned to me and rubbed
my neck as one would a dog, but I loved the feeling and murmured
appreciatively.  He went on to my warm, smooth back and soon I was moaning
softly with pleasure.  He noted that my prick was up and pulsing.

"Young master, do you fancy fucking me?"

"Oh yes, that would be a fine activity before sleeping."

He fixed my eyes in his luminous blue ones and slowly and seductively
undressed.  Though his face was lugubrious his body was pale, smooth and
pink.  He had a lovely arse, rather perky and firm with a delightful shelf
before sloping into his back.  He was breathing audibly and his rather slim
penis was curving up against his lean belly.

Without asking, he climbed on the bed and crouched in position leaning on
his elbows and knees, his lean ass cheeks separated by their muscularity
and revealing his hairless, pink, puckered anis.  My breath was choking in
my throat as I draped my body over his warm back and introduced my prick
head into his hole.  He cried out in pain as I entered but as I began
thrusting and stimulating his prostate, his cries became soft coos.  The
boy was no stranger to being fucked and soon he was pressing backward and
pleading for me to fuck him with vigor.  The wine delayed my orgasm and I
quite worn out his nether passage trying to climax, but it was worth the
wait.  When I shouted out my cum I felt his asshole clenching as his own
orgasm was on him.  We clung together in desperation as forces beyond held
us in their grip.  We shook and spews and cried out in pleasurable agony.
At last it ended.  Frederick got up, bowed formally and retrieved his
clothes.  When dressed he produced a warm, wet cloth from the bedroom and
wiped my body and dried me with a towel.  I was sagging with sleep and he
gently covered my naked body with the bedclothes, and then with a risky
show of familiarity he kissed my forehead.  I hardly noticed as I was
deeply asleep in a moment.

I awoke at the first brightened of the sky.  The clock on the mantle read
five thirty.  I stretched luxuriously enjoying my morning erection and
remembering the excellent fuck of the night.  Again the bed settled down as
Caesar jumped up heavily.  His prick was out of its case.  My dog friend
had also arisen apparently erected as I was.  He slipped under the covers
and in a moment he had straddled my hindquarters, pressing his wet red
prick against my ass hole.  It felt exciting, dangerous and somewhat evil.
Almost instinctively I raised my lower section to make my ass in better
position.  He took advantage and pushed his prick deep in me and began
rapid fucking.  I was mewling with excitement and my mouth was open and
drooling.  He kept sliding over my male clitoris rapidly over and over
producing delicious waves of electric currents over my whole body.  I was
crying out in pleasure when the door opened and Frederick stood by the bed
observing us.  I lost no time in pulling his breeches open and extracting
his rampant price out and leaned forward and enveloped it in my wet, hot
mouth.  In a few moments the boy was cooing with sexual excitement and his
cock was drooling sweetly into my mouth.  He began thrusting saucily and
holding my head steady to be fucked.  Meanwhile Caesar was growling softly
as his own orgasm with about to erupt.  Then time seemed to stop as I felt
his hot dog spew bathe my innards and then dear Frederick cried out that he
was about to cum.  I swallowed his offering as it spewed and spewed like a
fire hose.  My own penis was hiccupping cum, stream after stream, wetting
the fine linen below.

The dog disengaged, his red cock hanging still erected and he retired to
the corner to lick it soulfully.  Frederick seemed embarrassed.  He closed
his trousers.  "Sir I do apologize. I was seized with by an insatiable lust
I could not deny.  But you looked so handsome in your fuck position, I
shall never forget it."

So began a six-month stay at Longworth Estate.  I finished the cataloging
in fast order, as Frederick obtained permission to help with the work.  We
took several breaks during the day wherein he sucked me or fucked me.
Unfortunately Caesar could not help with the work, but at night he amused
me by licking me to completion or fucking me into a dreamless sleep.

Alas all good things must end.  Uncle presented me with a handsome
endowment that would support me all the rest of my days.  I returned to
Oxford became a don, working with new lads preparing for their degrees.  My
assistance was legendary in the stories the boys told, but that must remain
for another telling from the detailed diary that I kept.

End

I am not British.  I apologize for the mistakes I may have made in assuming
that identity, but if it excited you, you may forgive me.