Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 04:12:26 -0700 (PDT) From: John Venn Subject: Lord Batchelor 4 - Discoveries Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a man and boys. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!! The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish! Other stories of mine may be found under 'Prolific Authors' at Nifty. Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk ******************************************************* Lord Batchelor's Discoveries (4) by Alexander Chapter 1. Edward was very unhappy as we parted later in the day and it was with the greatest of difficulty that he managed to stop himself from becoming emotional at the thought that we weren't able to see each other for a few days. I, on the other hand, had mixed feelings. Without doubt I would miss Edward sorely and it wasn't just the lack of bedroom romps that depressed me: I had grown accustomed to his cheerful manner, his easy-going nature and quick wit. Indeed, his mere presence made me feel happy, whether he was clothed or not. On the other hand, to offset my feeling of melancholia, there was Charles. It is impossible to be out of sorts for very long in his company: and again, it wasn't just the thought of his naked body that cheered me up. He had an enquiring mind, was eager to learn and as far as I could ascertain was unshockable regarding matters sexual. This last point caused me concern and I had given it some considerable thought. I couldn't decide whether Charles' frankness and openness in things which should normally be kept very private were due to his naivety, ignorance or a precociousness beyond his years engendered by my brother: certainly the upbringing he'd had from his father was unusual. In some respects it was no bad thing to be brought up as free and easy as he was, but what sort of mind did it inculcate in the boy? There was no simple answer and for the time being at least I decided to accept him for what he was; enjoy his companionship in as many ways as I could, and hope he enjoys it too, of which there was little doubt I thought. I began to get some of the answers to my worries the following day. Charles appeared mid- morning, replete with overnight baggage and a cheerful countenance. He almost skipped into the house, gave Miss Primm a hug and shook my hand like a gentleman. His eyes though, told me other things. They were sparkling bright, and the slight knowing smile he gave when shaking hands confirmed my thoughts. "And where will Master Charles be sleeping?" Miss Primm asked as we settled round the kitchen table. "Does he still need his relations at night?" Before I could answer, Charles informed my housekeeper that he was still rather nervous at night times and would prefer it if he would be permitted to sleep in my room as he did before. "If his lordship agrees then, I will make up the truckle bed for you instantly. May I take your baggage?" "Yes, please Miss Primm," Charles replied. "And may I take a bath? I feel quite unclean after the coach journey." Half an hour later, Miss Primm re-appeared to inform us that the bath was prepared. She also handed Charles a carrot. "I think this somehow got placed in your travelling bag in error Master Charles," she said, placing the offending item on the table. Without flinching in the slightest, Charles picked the vegetable up, looked directly at me and said, "Oh no, Miss Primm. I placed it there to remind me that I must eat all my vegetables at meal times. My mother has remonstrated with me that I don't eat enough of them." "That is quite correct, young sir. Vegetables give you a sturdy and strong body. And your bath is awaiting when you are ready." "Will you supervise, Uncle?" Charles said, getting to his feet. "I still need to be checked that I have cleaned myself properly." "If you insist, but aren't you getting a little old for that?" Albert said, mainly for Miss Primm's benefit, as they left the kitchen. "Not yet," Charles said, ascending the stairs in front of Albert. "Father insists." Once in the bath room, Charles closed the door and hugged his uncle warmly, raising his head and searching for a kiss. "I'm pleased to see you again," he whispered. "And so am I," Albert replied, his resolve to take things slowly vanishing as their lips met. Charles stood in the centre of the floor, hands by his side, waiting for Albert to undress him. "Can't even you do that for yourself?" Albert smiled. "Of course, but it's more exciting when you do it." "What happens at home then?" "I have to attend to myself as I dislike the maid undressing me. My father appears to have lost interest in checking my development, he doesn't even look at me after I've bathed anymore unless I am spending the night with him, which happens infrequently these days." "I understand from your letters that you see less of him nowadays. What do you think of about that?" Albert asked as he set to work on the numerous buttons. "I miss it terribly. I had become so accustomed to his ministrations and being with him that I find it difficult to sleep." "And he doesn't, err, check on your, err, production any longer?" "No, sir. And that is what I miss the most. As I intimated in my letter, I have to arrange secret assignations with Symes in order that I may be relieved. It isn't altogether satisfactory but it is the best I can do. That is why I am so pleased to be here with you once again. I am sure my testicles are bluer than ever they were." Albert smiled at the now naked youngster in front of him and watched, fascinated, as his member slowly uprighted itself. He was wrong in one respect; his testicles were a delightful pink colour. "Come along then," Albert said reluctantly. "Step into the bath." "But you haven't checked me yet. That needs doing first." There was that grin again, and the look that spoke volumes. Taking Charles now fully erected member in his hand, he examined it carefully and closely. "I am sure it has grown slightly since the last time I checked it for you," Albert said throatily. "I too think that," Charles whispered. "I think it is becoming quite handsome, although perhaps I shouldn't say that." "Perhaps you shouldn't," Albert grinned. "But it is true nevertheless. It is truly handsome." "Will you take it in your mouth for me?" Charles asked quietly. "I don't think it is too unclean for that, and I have missed it so." "I thought your friend Symes obliged you," Lord Batchelor said as he pulled the boy to him. "He isn't a friend," Charles said quite firmly. "He is a farmhand and does it because I ask him to. I don't think he likes it very much because he always hurries so, even though I pleasure him in return. In any case, he isn't as good as you." Albert willingly demonstrated his superiority over Symes, and fed Charles' adolescent member into his mouth. The lessons he'd had from Edward were evidently worthwhile as within a few minutes, Charles was groaning and moaning in a most satisfactory manner, even to the extent that he picked up a bath towel to stifle the noises he was making. It was when Albert succeeded in letting Charles' penetrate his throat that he realised just how much he'd learned without realising it, and he felt his nephew ejaculate his fluids. The orgasm was so sudden and enervating that Batchelor had to hold on to Charles quite tightly to prevent him falling. Resting the boy on his knees, he grinned at him. "That was satisfactory, I trust?" "Oh, my goodness," Charles said. "I didn't expect that. You have become better, I believe." "I think that fact that you were anxious for some relief has a lot to do with it," Albert said, not wishing to travel down the particular road Charles was venturing along. "But now you simply must take your bath before the water cools." The bath was nominal, and even the inspection following was omitted, to be replaced by a few minutes kissing and caressing instead. "Is it possible for us to retire to the bedroom?" Charles pleaded in Albert's ear. "For you, perhaps. You may be tired after your journey, but Miss Primm will be seriously concerned if I join you." Charles' face fell, his disappointment showing as it can on a 12 year old boy. "How long before she takes her rest? Perhaps ......?" "I don't know, she has a few extra things to do today. If you feel like having a rest, then by all means do so. I will try and join you later if I am able." "I am not especially tired, but I think I will have a rest anyway in the hope you will join me as soon as you are free." Wrapping a bath robe around the lad, Lord Albert accompanied him into the bedroom and watched as he climbed into the double bed, ignoring his own smaller one which Miss Primm had prepared. He made no comment on this, and neither did he ask why he remained unclothed. For an instant he thought of joining him, the boy's not-so-innocent smile and nakedness under the bed covers having its intended effect on him. With a grim smile, he turned his back on the satyr and closed the door quietly behind him. "Master Charles is taking a rest," he informed Miss Primm, "The boy seems to be exhausted by his journey." "I expect the warm bath made him so. And if I may venture an opinion, sir, I think he looked a little flushed and over-excited when he arrived. No doubt the perspective of spending a few days in your companionship stimulated him." Chapter 2. When Albert eventually managed to escape to his bedroom, he wasn't at all surprised to see Charles curled up fast asleep in the centre of his bed. He was still entranced by the sheer beauty of the child and so took the opportunity of gazing at him admiringly.. 'I am indeed fortunate', he mused to himself, 'to have such a delectable and obliging nephew'. Slowly he removed his clothes and before joining Charles, stood for a few more moments relishing the adventure he was about to embark upon, his excited member throbbing in anticipation. As gently as he could, he slid in behind the sleeping form and folded himself around it. Charles, sensing his presence, turned over and embraced his uncle, pressing his body closely against him. A faint smile creased his face as he made himself comfortable and without wakening placed his tumescent member comfortably between them. When Charles stirred himself to wakefulness he was thrilled to discover his uncle laying alongside him and even more delighted to feel his welcome nakedness. Manoeuvring a hand between their recumbent bodies he took Albert's virility in his hand, sighing as he grasped it gently. Albert stroked the boy's hair and looked into his eyes, sharing for a moment or two the elation they felt. "Let us stay here for the remainder of the day," Charles whispered. "I have missed you greatly." Albert was about to reply when Charles reached up and placed a delicate, tender kiss on his lips and whispered, "Just hold me as you are. It's been so long since anyone did so that I'd forgotten how comforting it feels." Lord Batchelor, more than willing to do as he'd been asked, gave the child a hug and returned the kiss. "Are we going out and about whilst I am here?" Charles asked lazily. "I would like to stay as we are now as much as possible, but I know that we must make some effort to entertain ourselves in other ways." "Where would you like to go?" Albert asked, feeling very much as the boy did. "Nowhere too educational," he grinned. "I feel I receive enough tutoring at home. Let us just walk and take pleasure in each other's company. I think I would like that best." "So be it. We could explore the parks and riverside whilst the weather is clement, perhaps even take a rowing boat out on the Serpentine for a while." "Can you row?" Charles asked, his eyes lighting up. "I have a small rowing boat on the lake at home, but no one is able to show me how to manage it." "I used to row a little when I was up at Oxford," Lord Batchelor said. "Nothing serious, but I was capable enough." In fact Lord Batchelor had been a good oarsman and could easily have made the University Rowing Eight but there were a couple of members of the club he found peculiarly attractive and he couldn't help but become aroused every time they met. Thus, to avoid any embarrassment on either side, he opted not to pursue that particular past-time and took to horse riding instead. This still gave him erections he remembered happily, but they were far less public but nonetheless enjoyable. His erotic reverie was brought to an abrupt end as he watched Charles' head disappear under the bedclothes and find its way into his groin. Ten minutes later the lad re-surfaced, his face suffused with pleasure. "Now we can go out," he said, laughing lightly. "We have both been relieved and are in need of some other form of exercise." "Isn't there anything I can do for you first?" Albert asked, running a suggestive finger up and down Charles' still stiff penis. "If I try to produce again so soon after I've done it,"Charles said, "It is a little painful and I can't always make anything." Then added with a devilish grin, "But it is not an unpleasant sensation. Perhaps you might like to try for me?" He was right, he couldn't eject anything other than a slight dribble, but the enjoyment was just as intense as his guttural moans testified. "Now we are ready!" Charles said, sliding out of bed. Before too long they were strolling through Hyde Park towards the Serpentine, chatting away gaily about nothing in particular and enjoying the mid-afternoon sun. As they rounded a corner, Albert first heard, then saw, what he assumed were the same boys he'd noticed previously. Charles noticed them too and came to a halt, staring at them. "My goodness gracious!" he muttered in surprise. "Shall we stop and watch for a few minutes?" Albert asked. In reply Charles sat on the grass, brought his knees up to his chest and stared in disbelief. Albert's eyes were torn between watching the water sprites and Charles' face, both of which were equally delightful. "Those swimming costumes are a little revealing," Charles whispered. "I can see the shape of their, err, parts, through them." "Can you? I hadn't noticed," Lord Batchelor replied innocently. Charles turned to look at his uncle and grinned. "You've been here before, haven't you?" "I may have been," Albert smiled back. "The wildlife here is rather interesting, don't you think." Charles edged closer to Albert and whispered, "I am sure the boy in the red woollen costume has a stiffening." It was the same boy that Batchelor saw before, and he looked around for his friend. Sure enough, there he was, not too far away and paddling toward his comrade. "Watch the one in the white under-drawers," Albert said quietly. As the two boys neared each other, a faint smile broke across Charles' face as he anticipated the next move. The urchins were now facing one another, looking down at themselves, grinning. Two pairs of hands slid under the water and reached out, changing the grins to broad smiles for a few magical seconds before they parted. "Shall we walk on?" Albert said, beginning to stand. "I don't think I can just yet," Charles said, blushing. Albert laughed, enjoying the boys discomfiture. Leaning over, he whispered in his ear, "Which one takes your fancy then?" The blush deepened as Charles realised he'd been caught out, but soon recovered his composure as he saw the smile on Albert's face. "None of them. Or all of them," he giggled. "And yourself?" "The fair-haired one in black. He reminds me a little of you. Quite delectable and what seems to be a healthy appendage within his drawers." "You are trying to arouse me, Uncle Albert," the lad said in mock anger, "And that won't do!" "And are you?" "I may be, just a little." Feeling a little skittish, Albert decided to take advantage of the boy's arousal and goad him into revealing further insights into his mind. "Do you find the same thing happens when you see the female of our species, Charles, or are your inclinations otherwise? You may tell me to mind my own business if you like, I am just interested in how you feel, that is all." Charles thought for a few moments, staring intently at the grass between his feet. "May I talk to you in confidence?" he said quietly "I have something on my mind which has ben bothering me for a while now." "Whatever transpires between us is our secret," Albert answered. "I thought you knew that." "Of course. But this is different and I find it hard to talk about." "Do you want to talk now, or shall we postpone our discussion until we are at home?" "Now, if you don't mind, Uncle Albert. I don't think I could raise the topic again." "Very well. What is it?" Charles chewed on his bottom lip as he thought how to put his difficulty into words. "I am thirteen years old in a month and find that I have very little interest in the opposite sex, unlike other boys of my age. Even when I was in bed and the maid offered to, err, introduce me, I wasn't interested and my very member softened at the idea. Surely, that isn't how I should feel?" "You are what you are," Albert replied. "You are still young yet, and such problems as that are to be expected. Not all boys develop at the same rate, and I am sure that your interest in the opposite sex will develop before you know it." "But I don't want it to, I don't think. If I may be honest, I prefer a good-looking boy to a maid, no matter how fair. They make me feel better inside if you understand me." "I do. Perfectly," Lord Batchelor replied. "My father likes both," he said. "He has the maid at home, as well as my mother. He also has myself and the boy he engages when staying at his club. Perhaps I shall grow up to be like him." Albert was shocked at the news the boy knew about Edward. "How do you know your father entertains boys at his club? Surely you are mistaken." "No, I am sure. Some time ago, I returned to the club early from my walk as the weather was inclement. The concierge failed to recognise me and asked for whom I was looking. When I told him that I wanted Lord Biggun, he took me to his room and when I entered, I saw a boy just a little older than myself naked in his bed." "And didn't that shock you?" Albert said, looking at the boy. "What did you think?" "I was shocked for a moment, but only because I didn't expect to see anyone there at all. When I gathered myself together I wasn't at all put out, after all he and I, well, you know, share our bed anyway." "What did your father say?" "Not very much. He explained that once in a while he liked to enjoy himself with someone different and that I shouldn't concern myself with it, only that I mustn't tell anyone about it." Albert paused for a moment, thinking how much alike in many ways his brother and nephew were, and himself too for that matter. "I think your father was correct, it is of no concern of ours and should remain so. After all, we ourselves occupy our time with similar activities which are better left between ourselves." "But you and I are relatives, and that is different. We somehow fit together and I believe we both have similar tastes." "And your father? You and I are fortunate in that we have each other; my brother has no one except you, and you are his son. He has needs which must be met, just as, dare I say it, yourself and Symes have." This cast a new light on the way Charles thought, and he looked pensively at the boys in the water as he adjusted his thinking. "I don't think I will ever get married," he said. "It must be awfully complicated if you like both men and women, or just the men. You never married, did you? " Charles added significantly. "No, I didn't. Like you, I felt that it would be unfair to inflict my inclinations on whomever I chose to marry and so elected to remain free. A true bachelor!" he laughed. "But what did you do about your, err, 'feelings' when you were younger? You never indulged them?" Albert took a deep breath, and decided to change the subject, but then thought again and went on, "For many years I have made a great effort to ignore carnal thoughts, and lead a truly celibate life." "But no longer," Charles put in. "Why, may I ask?" "Because you came along and showed me a new, refreshing way of life: one which I have denied myself for far too long, and without good reason." "Me?" Charles stuttered in amazement. "How?" Lord Batchelor went on to explain his thoughts about the first time he saw Charles, about his apparent immodesty with his own body, and his unfettered determination to enjoy it. "But there is nothing unusual or peculiar in what I do, either with yourself or my father," he said, puzzled. "Oh, yes there is," Albert said. "The activities our family indulges in are most unusual, believe me. I doubt there are one in a hundred, or a thousand, that have the same habits." This caused Charles to stop short, the information being somewhat of a revelation. "Oh, I didn't appreciate that. So they are to be deprecated, then?" "No. Perhaps. I don't really know," Albert said. "No harm is done to anyone, in fact I believe it may be a good thing in some ways as we are all much more at ease with each other. It also stops us venturing outside the fold if you see what I mean." "And shall we indulge ourselves tonight?" Charles grinned, deciding that he'd had enough of this complicated conversation. "Our discussion has got me quite excited and I would like to continue it in more congenial surroundings if you agree." "You are a rogue, young Charles," Albert laughed. "But a likeable one. I think your suggestion an admirable one. We shall we postpone our debate until a more suitable time." "Thank you my Lord, I look forward to it," Charles laughed in return. Leaning over to his uncle, he kissed him chastely on both cheeks, not missing the opportunity to brush his turgid member against his thigh. Chapter 3. Dinner that evening was light-hearted and the conversation flowed easily, even Miss Primm managing to join in once in a while despite her natural reserve. "I have prepared several dishes of vegetables for you," she said addressing Charles. "I hope you will partake of them all." "I don't think I will be able to manage them all," Charles joked. "Just a mouthful of each will be sufficient." In return he received an indulgent smile from her as she served him with a plate of roast duck. "I don't believe young men should eat too much red meat," she said. "It makes them too excited in ways you wouldn't compromise at your age. Plenty of vegetables is what you need to build up your muscles. And I have made a Spotted Dick for dessert, with fresh custard." "What's 'Spotted Dick'? I don't think I've heard of that." Charles lied, only just managing to suppress a giggle. "Bless me!" Miss Primm said, rising to the bait. "Never heard of Spotted Dick? It's the finest dessert a boy could have. Made from suet and flour, with butter, currants and raisins. Very sweet and filling it is. Both your father and Lord Batchelor adored it when they were little boys." "Oh, right. I believe we call it Suet Pudding at home. My father loves it still, and I am learning to appreciate it." Miss Primm sat back with a self-satisfied smile, convinced that she still knew the way to a boys heart. Albert and Charles were still in a joyful mood as they retired for the night some while later. Both had had a good day: Charles because he was with his uncle, and Albert because he was with his nephew. They undressed hurriedly, each watching the other as they divested themselves, clothes being dropped where they stood. With no embarrassment at all, they hugged each other warmly and kissed tenderly before getting into bed. At Charles suggestion, Albert sat up in the bed, his back resting against the wall whilst Charles sat between his splayed legs, leaning back on his uncle's chest, allowing him free access to his groin. "I don't think there is a better feeling in the whole world than this," Charles sighed as Albert slowly stroked his very erect member. I don't care what others may think, I am perfectly content." Albert leaned down and kissed the top of his nephew's head and agreed with his sentiments entirely. Using his free hand, he gently rubbed Charles' nipples, earning more sighs and giggles from a very aroused young man. Twisting himself over, Charles faced Albert and kissed him deeply, his tongue being welcomed in the man's mouth. Automatically, the young lad started to thrust himself into Albert's groin, their penises rubbing against one another. Lord Batchelor allowed this to continue for a few minutes before he felt the thrustings become more desperate and urgent. Grasping the boy tightly, he stopped him. "Wait," he whispered. "You are being too hasty. Take your time, we have all night." Charles' face was glowing red with excitement as he looked up at his relative, disappointed that he'd been stopped just as things were about to happen. "Please?" he begged. "Let me finish, I am so much in need. And then we can take our time." Albert smiled, pecked at his lips and released him. Wrapping his arms around Albert's neck and putting their lips together, he raised and lowered his loins once again, moaning deeply as his emotions took charge. As expected, he didn't last very long. The orgasm struck Charles hard: his slim frame stiffened, his back arched and with an almost feral groan, ejected his seed between them, Albert feeling every spasm. Grinning sheepishly, Charles rested his head on Lord Batchelor's chest as he gathered himself together. "Thank you, Uncle Albert," he said quietly. "I was in great need of relief. I feel better now." He did, too. With a reserve of energy that Albert envied, Charles was soon wriggling and writhing all over him: hands, lips and tongue covering him wherever he could reach. Not for a second did his excitement falter, his membrum adulescens not softening once.. "The lad must surely have been deprived considerably," Albert thought as he submitted to the onslaught happily and allowing his member to be taken orally. He wasn't allowed to reach his climax though, as even Charles' passions were eventually satiated, and still smiling he relaxed into the arms of his uncle, his eyes fixed on Albert's now glistening erection. Charles wrapped his fingers around it and commented, "I'm not sure if the carrot was large enough!" In their haste and passion, Albert had quite forgotten the agreement made at their last meeting and said so. Having gained some not inconsiderable experience with Edward, he knew just how difficult and painful such an exercise could be and wanted to make doubly sure that Charles knew what was involved. "But I have been working so hard towards it," the lad said, disappointment showing in his voice. "At least let us try, and then I can return the favour!" he added, the smile returning. Batchelor took very little convincing and asked how he should position himself. "I will lay on my left side, with my legs drawn up to my chest. That is how I've been practising at home. If you lay behind me, you should be able to insert yourself readily." After three unsuccessful attempts, Albert was about to give up and Charles was almost in tears with frustration when the lubrication was remembered. Reaching into the bedside cabinet, he took out the small jar of petroleum jelly and covered both of them liberally with it. Such was Charles' state of mind that he quite failed to enquire from whence Albert had learned this trick: all he was concerned about was that he should be entered as soon as possible. And this was now achieved. With only the gentlest of pressure, the crown of Albert's penis entered the forbidden place. Pausing for a moment, he said, "How is it? Shall I remove it?" "No! No!" Charles gasped. "There was only an instant's pain and that has gone. It feels wonderful. Try to get it all in." As gently as he could, Albert pressed himself inwards and watched as his member disappeared inside his most beloved nephew. "There!" he whispered after a while. "Now you have all of me." "Mmmmmm!" was all Charles could manage. "I can feel it's immenseness." Albert began to work on the boy, withdrawing and re-inserting as smoothly as he could, each motion being made to the sound of Charles' cooing and sighing. "Don't. Go. All. The. Way." Charles gasped between thrusts. "I. Want. To. Try. Something Else." Curious, Albert stopped his movement and withdrew. Charles turned onto his back, raised his legs in the air and instructed Albert to put himself back where he was. There were no grimaces now. Charles grinned almost insanely as his uncle did as he was asked, the organ slipping in with no difficulty at all. "That's better," Charles giggled. "Now I can look at you as well." Albert forced himself to keep a very slow pace, not only to delay his own orgasm for as long as possible, but also to pleasure Charles' for as long as he could. And pleasured he was if the bucking and writhing was anything to judge things by. Albert felt a pair of legs being clamped behind him, urging him to greater efforts and deeper penetration. The dam must break at some point though, and Albert, losing all self-control, thrust into Charles' one last time and deposited his offering majestically and noisily. The two perspiring bodies clung to each other, breathing rapidly. "I adore you, Uncle Albert," Charles said between breaths, not having the strength to hug or even kiss him. "It felt even better than I imagined and not at all painful. It was truly astonishing." Not unnaturally the duo dozed for a while, hands on each other's members and dreaming blissfully. They didn't rest for long though: Charles was in such an excited mood that he soon opened his eyes and gazed lovingly at Albert, reminding himself that the exquisite tenderness he felt in his fundament, and the ache in his heart were both due to him. Adoringly, he kissed both Lord Batchelor's eyes and then his lips. "I wish I could live here for ever," he whispered as Albert awoke. Smiling, Albert hugged the boy and said, "I don't think either of us would survive for very long if you did!" "But we would meet our Maker happily," he grinned. "By the way, what was that salve you used? It certainly made things easier." "Petroleum jelly from the Medicine Chest," Albert replied. "How did you learn about that? I wish I'd know about it when I was using the vegetables!" "From a friend of mine whose advice I sought. But don't ask any more as was in the strictest confidence." "You mean, you asked how you could, how you ....,?" Charles was lost for words. "Not in so many words, but the conversation was rather interesting as you may imagine," Albert grinned. "And you did that for me? Discussed, well, you-know-what? It must have been embarrassing." "Not at all, he is a very understanding friend. And yes, I did it for you. You are worthy of it, and very deserving. I trust you were satisfied with the outcome?" That devilish grin appeared again as Charles said, "Yes, thank you. I was very satisfied, but believe that the exercise needs to be repeated frequently. Talking of which, ...." A hand was placed suggestively on Albert's rump. "...... I believe it is my turn." "You are becoming an insatiable monster," Batchelor laughed. "I fear I may come to regret ever having allowed you into my house, let alone my bed!" "Rubbish! You know you enjoy my company almost as much as I relish yours! We are becoming as alike as two peas in a pod. Now hand me that petroleum stuff and arrange yourself." 'There is nothing quite so gratifying as being taken like this', Albert mused as he watched Charles insert himself. 'Nothing in the World,' he added, echoing his nephew's sentiments. Chapter 4. "Did Master Charles have a disturbed night?" Miss Primm asked at breakfast the following morning. "I thought I heard him cry out several times in the early hours." Charles and Albert looked at each other, shock registering on their faces at the thought that they had been discovered. Luckily the housekeeper's back was to them as she prepared their scrambled eggs. "Err, yes, he did," Lord Batchelor replied hastily. "He had a bad dream which distressed him rather." "What do you conjecture about in your nightmares, Master Charles, if I might make so bold as to inquire?" "I dream I am all alone in the world and have no one to care for me." Charles said convincingly. "You know that isn't true of course. You have a loving mother and father, and an uncle who is demoted to you. Perhaps you are nervous of losing them." "That is so," Miss Primm. "I would be devastated if I lost any of them, especially Uncle Albert who takes such good care of me." "I know he does, he thinks of you a great deal and loves you like his own son." "That is true. In fact I almost took myself into his bed last night, I was so afraid. But that wouldn't be quite proper." "Why bless me!" Miss Primm said. "Lord Batchelor is your uncle and if you are frightened in the dark, I think it only right that he should comfort you in your hour of need. There is nothing improper about that." "Why, thank you Miss Primm. You make me feel better. If it should occur again, I shall certainly remember what you said. I may even sleep in his bed if that is acceptable to him." "Of course," Lord Batchelor stammered out. "If ever you feel in need of comfort, I would be disappointed if you didn't come to me." "There you are," Miss Primm smiled. "I told you he was the very epitome of kindness. He will offer all the succour you need, I am sure." Lord Batchelor brought the rather disturbing conversation to an end, unsure as to how far Charles would goad Miss Primm. "Come, nephew," he said brightly. "We will take a refreshing walk along the Embankment whilst Miss Primm goes about her duties." As they strolled along the riverside at complete peace with the world, the pair indulged in polite, familiar conversation. "Don't you usually visit my father at his club when he is in town?" Charles asked idly. "Not always," Lord Batchelor answered. "Only if we need to see each other, and as he wrote to me only last week, there is no need. In any case, I would much rather be in your company than his." The real reason, of course was that he didn't want to risk running into Edward, or become involved in discussions with his brother about Charles' doings. There was a slight pause in the conversation which caused Albert to look at Charles who was staring pensively at the river. "Uncle Albert, what's a catamite?" The boy had an unfailing ability to ask the most simple, yet heart-stopping questions Albert thought, not for the first time. He was sure that the lad knew the answer, but he was intelligent and there was sure to be something important behind the query. "Comes from Ganymede, the Trojan prince who became cup-bearer to Zeus." "I know that, silly. My father belongs to the Ganymede Club. But you didn't answer my question." "A catamite is a boy who receives recompense for serving his master in ways I think you are aware of." "Like the boys who visit my father when he is in town?" "Yes, probably." "I thought so. It seems wrong to me that one should expect payment for an activity which is enjoyable to both parties." "It is the only way some of the poorer boys can earn money to live on," Albert went on. "They don't always do it out of choice." "Oh. I hadn't thought of that. It is still very enjoyable though, isn't it?" he grinned, enjoying Albert's discomfiture. "Enough!" Albert said, smiling. "You are being impish and devious. What is it you want to know?" "May we sit for a while? I can think better when sitting down." They sat together on a convenient bench and watched the passers-by hurrying along, ignoring the handsome pair deep in conversation. "My mother and father have disagreements quite often these days and they have the most fearful arguments sometimes." "What about?" Albert asked, now quite concerned. "I don't really know as I am always ushered away when they start, but they are to do with the maid and the boys he meets at his club, I believe." "I see," Albert replied, although he hadn't the faintest idea where the conversation was leading. "My father never visits my mother at night nowadays, but he accepts the maid into his bed regularly. Perhaps that is the cause of their disharmony." "Perhaps. Does that cause you worry?" "Oh, not in the slightest. That is their concern, but I overheard my mother accusing father of preferring his catamites to her and I wanted to make sure that I understood her meaning correctly." "I see. Do you think that is true?" "No, not really. After all, he frolics with the maid often enough, and he only sees the other boys when he is in London. I believe he is like the men you told me of yesterday, those that enjoy the company of both, what I think is called a 'libertarian'. " "Women are made differently," Albert said slowly, picking his words carefully. "They expect total loyalty and devotion from their men. We are different in that respect and need a little, shall we say, variety, in our lives sometimes. And that is certain to cause the disharmony you talk of. Now perhaps you begin to understand why I prefer to remain unattached." "I am becoming more convinced that I think as you," Charles said. "The sort of activities which father gets up to with the maid, and there have been others I believe, do not excite me as they perhaps should. I far prefer to think of yourself in that respect; you can cause more exciting things to happen to me if you understand. Even Symes can arouse me when I am in the mood," he grinned. "Time is the only answer to that problem, I'm afraid. But in the meanwhile I would continue to enjoy yourself as you are. Always taking great care of course, that no one learns of your thoughts, or more importantly, your deeds." "I'm pleased you understand so well," Charles grinned. "And now, will you make me your catamite and buy me an ice cream?" "I will not buy an ice cream under those conditions, but I will get you one for being such a good, honest and handsome young man who takes great pains to tend to his aged uncle's needs!" With a glint in his eyes that told Albert exactly what he was thinking, the youngster licked and sucked on the ice cream deliciously as they headed for Hyde Park and the Serpentine. The first hour was spent teaching Charles the rudiments of rowing, much to their amusement. Charles found the oars heavy, cumbersome and totally unmanageable in his hands and on more than one occasion almost upset them into the water. Giving it up as an impossible task at least until he had a few more muscles, he stowed the oars and allowed themselves to drift, relaxing in the sun's warmth. "I do believe you are becoming quite the voyeur," Albert said. "How so, uncle?" Charles replied innocently. "Behind me, where you are so assiduously staring. I think that the boys are a-swimming again." "Are they? I hadn't noticed," Charles laughed. "But now you mention it, there are several of them in the water not very far away." Turning the boat round slightly so they could both observe the boys, Charles leaned across to Albert and whispered, "The boy in the red costume has the most remarkable appendage." Albert sought him out and agreed that the lad had a bulge which was unusually large for one of his age. "Perhaps he will show it to you, if you ask," Albert said teasingly. "I'm sure he must be proud of it." Charles laughed and replied that he wouldn't mind seeing it, but certainly wasn't going to ask just in case it was larger than his own member, as it probably was. Sensing that this was a point that seemed to worry Charles, he pursued the matter. "Have you seen many others?" Albert asked curiously. "When I was your age, I'd seen a great number, being at a boarding school." "No, very few. The only ones I have seen are those of the Vicar's son and the Doctor's son, with whom I have lessons. And yours and father's of course!" he giggled. "Oh, and Symes as well. I must admit that I am intrigued by their variety and size." Lord Batchelor suddenly had a wicked and evil idea which he thought might amuse his charge. "Would you like to see a few, to increase your knowledge?" he asked, grinning. "In perfectly innocent surroundings of course." "Are there such places? How? Where?" Charles said, the excitement showing on his face. Then, realising how he'd given himself away, blushed and looked down. "Only out of academic interest of course," he smiled. "It may be possible," Lord Batchelor said. "I am not sure as to the exact rules of the establishment." "What establishment? Where?" "Let that be a surprise for you. Let's return the boat and go to enquire." On the way to the Ottoman Turkish Baths, Albert explained the principles of their operation and what benefits they offered in terms of bodily health. "And will I have to get naked too?" Charles said, aghast at the idea. "In front of all those people?" "Not necessarily," Albert said. "Some of the people retain their drawers for decency's sake. I haven't seen anyone as young as yourself there, and if you are permitted entry, I am sure they will permit you to retain yours." A few words with the manager informed them that Charles would be allowed access, 'only because we are not very busy just at present' and that he must cover himself appropriately at all times. It was a good thing that Charles had to kept his under things on, Albert thought as they undressed, the boy is excited enough to create more than one attack of apoplexy if his member were to be on public display. In view of his lack of years and experience, Albert avoided the hottest room and guided Charles to the cooler one. The boy was struck dumb: he'd never seen so many naked forms in one place before, and in such a variety of shapes and sizes too. There were a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but wisely chose not to voice them at that moment in time. Instead, he stared around in astonishment, uncomfortably aware of the ache thankfully hidden from view between his legs. Both he and Lord Batchelor noticed that they were the beneficiaries of surreptitious glances as they relaxed, some admiring and no doubt envious, others not. Being Charles first visit, and unsure as to how far his presence had affected the regular users, they didn't stay too long. Taking a quick bathe, they dried off and were making to leave the establishment when Lord Batchelor was taken on one side by the manager who had a few words with him.. "That was most interesting and instructive, Uncle Albert," Charles said as they made their way home. "Thank you." "Did you appreciate it?" Albert asked. "You observed what you wanted to observe?" "Oh, yes. Most informative. There is one question uppermost in my mind though." "Oh?" "How do they manage not to show any, err, excitement in such surroundings? I am sure I couldn't avoid it." "That's because you and I are different to most of the men in there. We perhaps enjoy the sight of the male form more than they do." Charles giggled at this euphemism and went on to ask, "Why did the manager wish to speak with you afterwards? Did we do something wrong?" "He did have several clients make comments to him, I must admit," Albert said seriously, "Expressing their surprise at seeing one so young on the premises." "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Are you able to return? They haven't banished you, have they?" "On the contrary, we have been invited back whenever we wish. The manager intimated that if you were to attend every day, his business would double!" "I am not at all comfortable with that," Charles said. "I received a lot of looks which I found quite disturbing, sort of too familiar if you see what I mean." "Perfectly. As I keep reminding you, you have a very attractive body, one which many men would, ....... well, let's not take it any further. You comprehend what I mean?" "I think so. I find it quite disgusting that one should think that way about someone one doesn't even know. And in any case, I wouldn't contemplate any physical contact with them, the mere idea is quite revolting." "I'm glad to hear it. That was part of the reason I took you there. Not all men are gentlemen, as you will discover. There is a difference between adoration and lust which is not always apparent, hence the need for catamites and their ilk." "Why is it that I find conversations with you so, so, confusing at times?" he grinned. "I am content with the way I am, and with the things I do, you always complicate them!" he laughed. "I'm only trying to help!" Lord Batchelor laughed back. "What we share, I hope, is adoration and affection. What you and Symes share, dare I say, is simply lust, with no affection." "You are correct there," Charles replied. "Symes and I share no affection, it's just that sometimes he or I need to obtain some relief from our feelings." "Exactly. Now, shall we change to something of a lighter topic? And I promise not to try and complicate things too much." "Thank you, Uncle Albert, I am truly grateful. Now, are we going to rest this afternoon, and am I sleeping in your bed tonight?" "Yes to both. "Albert said. "Was that simple enough for you?" Charles grinned happily and put an arm round his uncle's waist. "I adore you Uncle Albert. Mixed with just a little bit of lust as well, perhaps!" ...... To be concluded in Part 5 ..... Let me know what you think of the story which is to be concluded in Part Five, or just as soon as Lord Batchelor can move his brain from below the waist! johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk