Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2010 06:06:51 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Two Grooms and a Young Lord, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Historical

Mr. Ward leered at me from his drop seat in the carriage as I entered.
"Morning my pretty lad.  I see you have dressed with the donations from
Jamie."  I flinched at the liberty he took to say Jamie.

I moved in to sit opposite him, our knees touching.  I was not at all
pleased that he had designated to use of the small carriage.  His remark
about my clothes were true.  I slept the night on a small rug at the foot
of my master's bed.  When he awoke, we shared a breakfast of break and coco
that I obtained from cook.  Later, he went to his clothing armoire and
studied the contents.  To me, the quantity of clothes looked like what one
would expect to find in a clothiers store.  He extracted, what he said was
his only muted daytime outfit.  "The rest are too fancy and would tell the
world that they came from me."  What he chose was a pair of pale tan canvas
trousers and a stripped sweater to allay the morning chill.

"You look quite the sailor on the quay," he said, his eyes glowing.  I knew
I must leave quickly to forestall another sexual event.  My young Lord was
a randy fellow.

As the couch, driven by the estimable Chris moving forward I spied Blake
looking wistfully after it.  I began to again be filled with regret that he
was relegated to the barn, and I to the big house.  However, it was not of
my doing.  My mind switched to my present situation in which Mr.  Ward's
knee caps were pressing against my own.  In spite of his visage resembling
one that had just eaten a bitter fruit, I noted reluctantly that he, in
spite of his age of forty odd was well set up physically.  He had eschewed
his usual somber butler clothing for a chambray shirt that was open at the
throat, in fact, three buttons open and I could see the swelling of his
chest and the smooth paleness showing.  But the rubbing of knees and his
more appealing appearance was causing me my sex to swell and become quite
visible in my canvas trousers.

"I see your prick has woken up to this honeyed morning."  Looking into my
face, he asked, "May I?"  His hand poised over my trousers with its hillock
betraying me.  Truthfully I am a young passionate lad, my prick ruled my
head as I convinced myself that a nice toss off would be welcome.  Spending
the night, listening to the delicious soft breathing of Sir James, and I
must confess frequent moments of staring at his appealing face in blissful
sleep.

I nodded assent and Ward quickly went to work undoing the buttons.  As my
eyes grew heavy with desire, I appealed to him to double my passion by
asking him to remove his shirt and trousers.  He managed to do so, in spite
of the heavy rocking of the carriage, and soon his very fine body was
revealed.  Muscular legs and broad chest with fine brown hairs in the
center beneath his chest muscles.  My eyes surveyed his prick.  It was a
curving wonder, its pink head evincing his excitement by the beads of his
essence there.

He licked his lips and then licked the head of my penis.  I utters a long
sigh.  "You are not used to others attending to you young sir?  You have
always been the one of please others, today you are fortunate for I cannot
believe the passion I have to suckle you."

He was good to his word.  His spit filled mouth enclosed my organ and his
tongue slid around on the underside.  My prick got harder.  He began an up
and down motion that made my mouth drip saliva and my voice deliver words
of pleasure.  "Yes, suck well.  Do it harder. That's a good servant."  Then
suddenly I pushed him away.  I decided to take advantage of his lust for me
to slate my greatest sexual hope, to fuck.

"Lay back on your seat and let me fuck you," I said, hardly believing that
I would utter such an insolent request, but to my surprise, he meekly lay
back and lifted his handsome legs, exposing his lovely arse hole decorated
with fine hair.

He was mewling in fear I believe.  This must his first time to be fucked
though he took advantage of my dear Blake with impunity.  I will repay him
for that.  I thrust forward with a hard push.  He gagged in surprise.  I
allowed him no recovery time and thrust in completely and began such a
vigorous fucking that the carriage was swaying in an alarming fashion.  At
one point Chris called through the sliding door, "Sirs, control the vigor
of your activities for fear the carriage with tip over."

I subdued myself a bit, ramming in a straighter fashion.  Soon Ward became
almost incoherent as he cursed me.  Words so vile, I had never heard
before, but they stimulated my ball sac and it began to vibrate, preparing
for ejaculation.  Just when I felt myself falling into a helpless spending,
Ward's lower body began a rapid fucking motion and his cursing increased.
His cock slit opened and a long thick white stream of clotted cream sped to
his muscular chest, then another pooled in his navel, followed by several
other lessening output.  He grunted, pig-like with each spurt.  I soon
joined him, my prick shooting a stream right up to his mouth.  He liked it
like a puppy and further emissions coated his body as it he had been
painted by an artist.

We regained our clothes and composure.  We spoke not for the butler was red
faced with shame that he had permitted a child to have taken advantage of
him.

At least we reached the great store.  He muttered that he had business to
attend to and that I was to take the carriage back to the estate alone.
Chris advised that he would wait for me, here, by nearby.

I entered the store.  Immediately I could see that I was not dressed as the
usual customer, I was eyed with curiosity and some admiration.  I made sure
my fly buttons were closed as many eyed that area.  Using the directory I
found the department that attended to servant needs.  I young salesman
approached me and asked if he could be of service, his pale eyes running up
and down my body.

When he heard the estate was Westermere, he became very solicitous.  "We
have been petitioning the Duke to serve his needs for his servants, and at
last, here you are.  What position in the household will you be filling?"

I handed him a letter with the coat of arms on it.  "Oh Sir James has been
quite explicit in your requirements.  Please step into that booth, the one
on the end, I think, and I will bring you examples of his requests."

I entered the small booth and removed my clothing.  I had no underwear,
James had not offered it.  I stood naked awaiting the young fellows return.
In a while the door opened and he entered, stacks of garments on his arm.
His eyes opened wide at the sight of me and his tongue swiped across his
full lips.  "Perhaps I should also be natural as you are."

Truthfully, I was very curious to see the bared body of this tall lad.  He
wore so much clothing.  He removed his jacket, waistcoat, opened his
collar, removed it and his tie, then his shirt, vest and long underwear and
socks.  There he was revealed, a strong fellow with large arm muscles,
hairy belly and long dangling cock.  While he was not as lovely as a
statue, he was exceedingly sexual.  His prick began to rise up and lay
against his belly.

He seemed ignorant of his next move.  "Shall I bum you?" I asked,
remembering my luck with Ward.  He seemed surprised.  I think he expected
to be serviced by me, but he was an agreeable fellow and scrambled to the
floor, assuming the position of an animal awaiting coupling.

I obliged immediately.  I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and steered
my eager cock into his hole that was hairless and puckered charmingly.  He
couldn't wait.  He pushed his handsome arse back, impaling himself on my
prick.  He continued to fuck me with his arse until he cried out that he
was cuming.  I had not reached my peek yet but allowed him to slake his
passion.  His prick shot streams of thin essence on the carpet below him
and he bucked and cried out with enjoyment.  Soon he finished and rose,
blushing with embarrassment.  "Oh sir, I have been so gross with you.  I
hope you will not let this affect your purchase."

I thought about my advantage over him and decided to fulfill a fantasy I
had always had.  "Your name lad?  Ah, Tom.  Tom I wish you to attend to my
arse.  Use your tongue freely and your imagination strongly."

At first he was dumbfounded, but then, this experienced by pressed on my
neck to forced me into the position he had so recently exhibited.  In this
position, my arse was fully exposed.  I heard him expel a breath of
admiration.  "It's the finest arse I have ever seen.  Those pear mounts of
perfect skin and the pink arse hole between them."  His talk was making me
very lustful and I ordered him to cease his talk and get his tongue into
other activities.

My fantasy to feel such attentions were realized and they turned out to be
much more wonderful than I had imagined.  I must try to give that fun to
James.  The fellow folded his tongue into a small prick and pierced my
pucker.  He commenced jabbing it quickly in and out, paying special
attention to that source of pleasure just inside.  In a moment I was
rocking with helpless passion.  He was relentless in his application of
tongue, then fingers.  His clever manipulation of my ass was quickly
bringing me to my completion.  Just as I groaned that I was about to cum,
he wheeled me around and fastened his full lips around my cock and sucked
hard.  My flow began, short bursts of boyish fluid flew into his sucking
mouth.  This young salesman was a master.  He left me weak, unable to
regain my shaky legs.  At last I stood naked, this fine fellow helping me
with my clothes.  Then he showed me the valet attire he had brought for my
approval.

"I must reply on you," I said, "I have no knowledge of what is correct or
not."

He had chosen a three piece black suit, two white soft front shirts and two
separate collars.  He even remembered black shoes and several pair of sulk
socks.  A bowler hat and grey overcoat completed the formal clothes along
with shirt studs and collars buttons..  For every day, black trousers and a
stripped tunic with black sleeves.  "Ah yes, underwear.  What do you
prefer?"

When I confessed that I had never worn under clothes, he suggested one
piece Union suits.  "How does one shit?  I do not want to get totally
undressed to do it."

He laughed merrily and kissed my cheek.  He showed me the flap in back.
This enables you to lower your trousers and then the flap so you may tend
to your needs.  Then his eyes twinkling he confided that it is useful to
get fucked without undressing.

All was delivered to the rig outside and Chris handed me a tea and scone
that I finished before we traveled back to Westermere and my longed for
James.

End Part Three