John stood there looking up at what he thought was his uncle, but felt oddly like the apprentice to some lurid minded wizard. ...
He felt, how his mind changed.
He could feel his shame vanish, any feeling for values or respect.
More and more bawdily thoughts and wishes began to flash up in his mind. It became more and more difficult to listen to his uncle.
By then the only need he felt was to care for his his raging long and precum leaking new cock. He started to love it and also he was proud of his hairy thick balls and his dense furry legs, generally of his coarse sprouting beard and his virility.
The fingers of one hand ran through his chest hair, the other hand caressing his brimfull hairy balls. They badly demanded for release, and anyone or any hole would suit John!
He watched around with wild, lustfull eyes.......