Date: Sun, 1 May 2011 07:21:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Kenneth Rodman Subject: The Butler Did It. 1916 THE BUTLER DID IT Kenny was idly fondling his erection through his pyjamas as he looked out the window at a driving rainstorm. Rats. It would be a dull day at Farnsleigh Manor. Normally he would be working in the yard, having been pressed into service helping the aged gardener, Jake, who operated the horsedrawn lawnmower and took care of roughly three acres of grass surrounding the manor house. Ken took care of the trimming with a hand mower and did a bit of hedgetrimming as well. The servants had been pared from the usual seven to Jake, Wilson the butler and Kate who came in the afternoon only to cook dinner. He started at the knock on his bedroom door and Wilson entered. Wilson was a fit thirty six, handsome, and should have been in France fighting the Hun as were most of the men in England at the time, but because of a history of childhood seizures and a rumor that he was a homosexual, he had been passed over by the draft board. Besides, someone needed to remain home to look after the property. "Master Kenneth, I have brought your morning tea, and it you don't mind, I would like a word with you." Wilson pulled a chair up to the bedside and sat. "I'm somewhat uncomfortable about this, but your father is not expected to return soon, and it is past time for a man to man talk. Since I am also the launderss these days, I have noted you pyjamas have been for a few months periocically stained with semen, indicating you have been having, so called, wet dreams. If you would kindly remove your pyjama bottoms, I need to examine your testicles." He noted the boy had a half erection, and after fondling his balls, Ken's erection was a hard six inches of throbbing boydick. "Well, as I expected, these orbs are no longer childlike, so you must treat them with utmost care. I have been concerned at the manner in which you mount your bicycle that you might hurt yourself. These testicles will continue to enlarge, hang lower and could be permamently damaged should you not be more careful. You have been spared circumcision by a caring father, but cleanliness is now paramount. I will now withdraw your foreskin....but it may be slightly uncomfortable since it has a rather small opening. I will be gentle and as long as you let me know if you are having pain, I will proceed. Ah, there, that wasn't too bad, eh? Note, Kenneth, this groove behind the glans, the head of the penis, tends to accumulate smegma which is smelly and should be washed off with each bath, if not more often. This spot, on the underneath side where the head meets the shaft needs particular attention, since it is quite sensitive." Wilson moved to the washstand, wet the washcloth with water and a swipe of soap and ever so gently swabbed and cleaned the areas in question. You are only thirteen, but your penis is mansized already and will continue to grow so you will need to withdraw your foreskin a few time a day to make sure it doesn't become permanently trapped and unable to bare your glans for cleaning. More important for you, since your glans is substantially of greater girth than the shaft of your penis. Let me demonstrate." And he gently pulled the boy's foreskin back over the glans and retracted it twice more. Then, the boy's hips heaved and a small dollop of sticky, grainy white boycome oozed from the tip of his organ, to be followed by two more of the same. Kenny had been experiencing sensations never before felt as Wilson had been touching his hardness. Far from being uncomfortable, they were, to put it mildly, wonderful. Up until Wilson repetedly moved his foreskin back and forth. Then he felt an brand new, and scary sensation of progressing tightness in his groin. As though a rubberband was being stretched to its limit and beyond. Tighter and tighter until something would certainly break inside. Then, KZZZZZZAT! His cock throbbed and a feeling that he was urinating a cherry pit coursed down his urethra. ZZZZZZat, twice more and he noted with wonder and no little fright that something had indeed broken loose inside and was leaking from his wee wee. The tightness was gone, and he felt rellieved and relaxed almost to a degree he felt half asleep. Oh my God, that felt sooo good! "Congratulations, Master Kenneth, you have achieved your first awake orgasm! Did it feel good?" "Oh, yes, yes indeed it did!", said the boy. " You will, no doubt, be annoyed quite frequently with unwnted erections, if that has not indeed been a problem already. There are time when the little fellow becomes hard and embarrasing and/or distracting. It will get in the way of concentrating on other pressing tasks such as schoolwork and the pressure must be relieved to get back to the work at hand. Your wet dreams are nature's way of relieving the backup of semen, but there is a way of relieving the pressure as we just did, but that lesson requires an erection to demonstrate, and I'm afraid you won't be able to supply the required equipment for a few hours." "But, Wilson, unless my eyes deceive me, you have a tent in your trousers which may allow you to demonstrate the proceedure yourself." "Well, this is highly irregular, but it is wartime, and everything is irregular so perhaps you have a point.", said the butler, and he proceeded to take off his trousers and bloomers. He did indeed have a solid erection dripping precum. "What is that?, said the boy pointing to the clear liquid oozing from Wilson's boner. "Did you already have your orgasm? "No, that is nature's lubricant to facilitate entrry into the lady with whom you are attempting to make a baby. The boy reached out and smeared the precum about Wilson's glistening glans. "Ah, lad, that feels right lovely, but it's not enough stimulation to get the job done. Now, wrap your hand around the shaft of my organ and slide the skin up and down. Good, but not so tight a grip and a little faster. Excellent, but include the head of the penis in your stroke. Ahhh, lovely! You have a natural talent for this kind of thing." After a few minutes, Wilson said, "Slow down a bit, boy, I'm getting close and it feels too good to rush into. Ah, Ah, AHHH, OOOhhh! I'm cumming!" The boy watched, transfixed as Wilson's cock throbbed in his hand and jets of cum spurted from the swollen deep red glans in his hand. Willson's head was thrown back, his eyes clenched and with a grimace of apparent pain contorting his face. "I'm sorry", said the boy, "Did I hurt you?" "Hurt no, you sent me to heaven! Well, we made quite a mess of the bed, didn't we? I'll clean it up, you get dressed, finish your tea and get to work memorizing that Emerson you need to do." The week to follow was memorable: the boy now felt more like a man (he could get hard at will, cum, make a baby etc) and his gait became less tentative and with something of a swagger. He was happier than he had been in a long time. And he exercised his cock at every opportunity: in bed, in the bathroom, in the woods, behind the barn (Wilson caught him there and smiled broadly) at least daily and often twice a day. As predicted, his cum became progressively more liquid with increasing volume. Now he was proud to note he could even squirt a little! The weather having been good, he caught up on his yardwork and saddled up Rex. Rex was a magnificent bay with a smooth gait,but a bit long in the tooth for calvary duty. He packed his flyrod and vest and headed up the lane to Benjamin's manorhouse (Farnsleigh) some five miles east. Ben was his closest friend, a year older and equally bored with the absence of other kids during the summer. Ken and Ben were encouraged to fish: meat was scarce since the Great War began. By the stream about 150 yards behind Farnsleigh Manor, the fishing was slow and Ken began to woolgather. His penis created a quite visible tent in his trousers which, when noted by Ben, caused a large bulge to appear in his pants as well. 'Ben, not to get too personal or anything, but have you figured out how to give yourself an orgasm yet? "Oh yeah. My cousin showed me how when I was twelve. Couldn't squirt until about a year later, but it was still fun. How about you?" "Just figured it our a week ago. Uh, it looks like we could both use some relief.". said Ken. "I think it would be fun if we sat down and did it." So the boys sat side by side with their pants around their ankles and began to stroke themselves, eyes glued on each other's cocks. Ken was pleased to note tha his penis was longer than Ben's even tho Ben was a year older. Shortly thereafter, Ben reached over, picked up Ken's hand and placed it on his own member. Then he wrapped his hand around Ken's now leaking cock and began to stroke him. Ken thought wanking was fun by himself, but this was a whole new level of pleasure! Ken's legs began to twitch and he began to moan, "Ah, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cuuuum! Ken felt Ben's cock grow even bigger, then it throbbed and gobs of boycum oozed out of Ben's glans and ran down over Ken's hand. That was enough to trigger Ken, and the tightness in his groin got almost unberable. Then he felt the hot cum racing down his dick and he sprirted a good two feet of jizz in the air. The next four spasms released progressively smaller spurts, but it was the biggest load he had ever cum and the sensation of release was so gigantic he was afraid he would pass out. TO BE CONTINUED