Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2009 16:46:40 -0800 (PST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Lord Batchelor 3 - Special Delivery

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This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a man and boys. If
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Lord Batchelor 3 - Special Delivery.

by

Alexander

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As so often happens, what started out as a short, simple story has captured
the imagination of a few people and at their request I have expanded
it. The first two parts (Lord Batchelor's Surprise (1) and Lord Batchelor's
Education (2) ) need to be read first and can be found in the `incest'
section of Nifty or through 'Prolific Authors'. Please feel free to let me
know what you think of them

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Chapter 1.

Within minutes of his brother departing for home with his nephew Charles,
Lord Alfred Batchelor was already missing the young rapscallion. In the few
short hours that he'd been in his company, he'd developed a fondness for
the boy which surprised him, not only by the unexpected ability he found he
had for making friendships, but in this case by the very nature of that
friendship.

Sex had never played a very important part in his life and indeed he had
taken great pains in banishing all such thoughts from his mind whenever
they arose and he'd succeeded to the extent that the only club he belonged
to was the Misogynists and the only female he saw on a regular basis was
the aged Miss Primm who had been his nanny when he was a boy. All that had
changed though, as within a few hours of Charles' unexpected arrival when
the boy had introduced him to what turned out to be a most instructional
two days. Shaking his head as if to clear the distracting lewd and lustful
thoughts from his mind, he settled down to read the day's newspaper,
determined to rid his mind of all such ideas and return to his hitherto
celibate and sedate life.

After reading the same article three times, and still not comprehending a
single word of it, he gave himself up to contemplation. The behaviours the
boy had demonstrated, the fact that he was obviously at ease with such
mannerisms and above all else, the fact that Lord Arthur Biggun, Albert's
brother and Charles' father had given tacit sanction to them gave him much
food for thought.

Eventually deciding that the romp with the boy was just a little adventure,
and although enjoyed by both parties, it could not and must not be
repeated. In any case the boy was now thirty miles away, out of reach and
in theory also out of mind.

Idly, Lord Batchelor extracted the business card his brother had given him
and placed it at the back of his pocket book.

Once in bed, his thoughts returned to Charles whose shapely body had so
recently occupied the empty space beside him, and the pleasurable
activities they had shared. Lord Albert then performed an act he hadn't
carried out since he was a mere stripling of eighteen, and re-discovered to
his surprise that it was a very satisfactory quietener of the mind and an
excellent precursor to sleep.

A day or two later Albert had almost succeeded in relegating the episode to
history when he was reminded of it by Colonel Staid, ex Indian Army and the
very epitome of the British Raj - self-opinionated, bombastic and
intolerant.

They'd had a very full lunch in their club and were digesting it in the
elegant lounge and drifting into a pleasant post-prandial nap when the
Colonel harrumphed and commented, not for the first time, that the world
was going to the dogs.

"What has raised your ire this time," Lord Batchelor said, knowing that the
Colonel was about to tell him anyway.

"My Member of Parliament has been found with a delivery boy in what they
describe as dubious circumstances," he spluttered. "In my day he would have
been horse-whipped!"

"Who? The politician?"

"No, the boy of course! The Member of Parliament would be promoted out of
harms way."

"Surely, that sort of thing happened in the army too?" Batchelor ventured
to say, aware that it was sure to shut the old man up.

"Never. Not in my regiment. If a soldier was caught with his trousers down,
he would be flogged."  "And the Officers?"

"Sent up country to work with the natives."

Not wishing to pursue the matter further, as expected, Colonel Staid
pointedly renewed his reading of the paper.

The matter would have ended there, except that from somewhere behind him, a
younger voice commented that it wasn't only delivery boys who were so free
with themselves, but so were the attendants in Turkish Baths, Telegram Boys
and soldiers from Chelsea Barracks. "Or so I've heard," he added quickly
with a hint of embarrassment evident in his voice. Lord Batchelor
recognised the speaker as a foppish young man with whom he was acquainted
slightly having played Pinochle with him on occasion.

Albert frequented the Turkish Baths on a monthly basis, finding the
communal steam and massage rooms quite invigorating, but until now had
never considered that other, more esoteric activities may be
available. Being forced to drop the newspaper he was supposed to be reading
into his lap, he closed his eyes and pretended to doze, his mind filled
with images of virile bath attendants and soldiers.

Most afternoons Albert filled with games of bridge or chess with his fellow
club members, but today he was in no mood to sit still and so took himself
out for a walk to try and clear his head. Without planning to go anywhere
in particular, he eventually found himself outside the Ottoman Turkish
Baths, an establishment he was vaguely familiar with and so, on impulse,
wandered inside and paid for a steam room and massage.

The routine here was the same as in the baths he normally used: undress in
your own cubicle and wearing the loin cloth provided enter the steam
room. Once you had had enough, then a short walk took one to the cooling
off room where a massage may be had before taking a rest: Lord Batchelor
had followed this same route a myriad times, but today he watched events
occurring around him with particular interest. Firstly he observed that the
masseurs varied in age from what he guessed must be forty-something down to
boys who appeared to be no more than twenty years of age - none of whom
fortunately did he find especially attractive. What he did notice however
was that some members decided to take their massage in the privacy of their
cubicle and that it was the younger masseurs who were chosen. Feeling
rather daring and fairly safe in his anonymity, he enquired of a passing
masseur as to how one arranged a private massage. Without displaying any
sign of
 censure, the young man informed him that all he had to do was ask his
preferred masseur when he would be available.

"But," he was also told, "Some of the more popular may have to be booked in
advance. If Sir has a preference, perhaps I may enquire on your behalf?"
Lord Batchelor hadn't actually got as far as selecting one, but glancing
round quickly, he indicated a fair haired youth across the room.

"Ah, Master Thomas. Quite popular is Master Thomas. If Sir will wait a
moment, I will enquire as to his availability."

He was told that he could be accommodated in about 30 minutes, and perhaps
in the meanwhile he would like some refreshment.

"Lemonade or barley water is usual, Sir. You may pay Thomas for it on
completion of your treatment if that meets with your approval?"

"Of course, lemonade if you please. Thank you."

So that's how it is arranged, Albert mused as he entered his cubicle and
waited. Quite civilised.

Thomas appeared on time with two tumblers of lemonade balanced on a tray
and wished Lord Batchelor good afternoon. "If Sir would like to lay face
down on the table, I will commence your massage."

Batchelor did as he was asked, aware that the foot-square pieces of cloth
intended to cover his loins did little to hide his modesty when prone,
although that didn't appear to disturb the masseur as he expertly started
work on his shoulders and worked assiduously down his back. Once he reached
the cleft in his buttocks, he changed and worked from his feet upwards.

In the normal way of things, Lord Batchelor would have relaxed and allowed
the luxurious feelings wash over him as the man did his work. This time, in
the interests of research, he concentrated his mind on the youngster's
technique and although there was no discernible difference between this and
any other massage he'd had, he needed to change position twice in order to
make his erection more comfortable.

When he was asked to turn over, his member was still standing upright, the
pyramid of white cloth serving only to advertise his problem.

"Don't concern yourself, Sir," the masseur said as he smoothed oil onto his
chest. "That often happens to my gentlemen."  Lord Batchelor closed his
eyes and tried to thing of something else, like Miss Primm. This had no
effect at all as whenever he pictured her wrinkled face, somehow it merged
into the far more attractive one of Charles. Ignorant of these thoughts,
the young man carried on with the massage as normal, but when the probing
fingers reached the point beyond which no man should decently stray, Albert
was aware that they stopped moving, but weren't removed.

"Would Sir wish for the complete massage?" he heard a voice say quietly.

There was no way could Lord Batchelor deny that that was just what he
wanted, but what was being offered was beyond the bounds of decency, and
moreover it was offered by a man whose name he didn't even know. Screwing
his face up in an agony of indecision, he replied:

"Yes, please, if you would be so kind."

Of the man's consummate abilities there was no doubt: he knew the precise
points to stimulate for maximum enjoyment, and within two minutes Lord
Batchelor had been brought to a satisfactory and enervating climax.

After washing his hands, the masseur picked up his tray of unconsumed
drinks and offered it to Albert. A glass of lemonade was taken, and
replaced with a golden guinea.

On his way home, although feeling a deal better than he did before, Lord
Batchelor decided he was also a little dissatisfied. The relief he'd been
given was efficient and quick, but cold and impersonal. He'd had more
pleasure abusing himself, he thought, and it was as if nothing when
compared with the delights to which Charles had introduced him. And that
thought sent him off on another track: that indicated by his brother. The
mysterious telegram boy who his brother found so accommodating would be an
excellent start, but how to locate him? There were a number of Telegraph
Offices in the district and the lad could come from any one of them. He
could, of course, ask Lord Biggun, but Albert would prefer to keep the
matter discrete in case by mishap Charles came to hear of his enquiry. The
only other source would be his fellow club member who seemed to be well
informed on the subject.

And so it was that Albert managed to inveigle himself into a game of
Vingt-et-un the following morning with the aforesaid young man, whose name
happened to be David he discovered. Despite the pair losing, they had a
pleasurable hour or so with two other rather elderly members who had
sharper wits than their age would have allowed for, following which they
repaired to the bar for a pick-me-up. After a brief discussion of their
card game, Albert ventured to broach the delicate subject on his mind: he
was certain by now that David would be familiar with how to acquire
suitable young men for a spot of entertainment.

"So," Albert started, "That was rather something with the Member of
Parliament and the delivery boy. All a bit of a shame really." Carefully he
didn't enlarge upon who the shame devolved upon, the boy or the man.

"It is a great pity," David replied, his tongue loosened by the brace of
Napoleon brandies he'd consumed. "What a man does in his private life and
within the confines of his own home should not be the concern of others. An
English mans home and all that."

"I quite agree. No harm was done, and if the assertion is true, then it
must have been acceptable and acceptable to both parties."

"Certainly. My judgement is that someone must have reported them to the
authorities. Perhaps the green-eyed goddess had a part to play."

"There must be any number of men who partake of such a past-time in a great
metropolis such as London is these days."

"I believe so. And there is a more than adequate supply of boys to meet
their needs. One only has to ask in the right quarters."

"And where would they be found?" Lord Batchelor asked innocently, his heart
beginning to beat faster as he approached his goal.

"The attendants at the Turkish Baths are usually a good source of
information if one prefers older, as are the music halls and theatres."

"And younger? Such as delivery and telegraph boys? How would one locate one
such as they?"

"A trifle more difficult, but not impossibly so." David leaned in closer to
Lord Batchelor and in brandy-laden breath whispered, "I myself am not
averse to a little, how shall I phrase it? A little youthful exercise? I
have a particular favourite whose services I avail myself of once in a
while. All I needs do is send him a message through any one of his friends,
offering him a day and time, and in reply he will confirm the appointment."

"Really! It is as easy as that? And what remuneration would they expect? I
assume they are paid for their services?"

"Yes, but only a relatively small amount. Their weekly wage is only a few
shillings and they will gladly spend half a day with you for half a
guinea. A full guinea will buy them for the entire day or night should you
require it."

Already Albert could sense the information reaching his nether regions
which were becoming excited at the prospect of such an illicit
encounter. Fortunately his new friend David failed to observe this and
appeared to have forgotten the conversation already as he unsteadily
concentrated on ordering them another brandy each.

Foregoing luncheon, Albert took a walk to his brother's club, the Ganymede,
a plan forming in his mind as he ambled his way there. Fortunately the Hall
Porter recognised him as Lord Biggun's brother and a small tip ensured him
entry on the pretext that he was due to meet Lord Biggun in a short
while. In the meanwhile he used the club notepaper to pen a message for the
telegram boy. Removing the card from his notebook, he confirmed that the
boy's name was Edward Welcome and wrote him a simple note, telling the boy
who he was, reminding him of the occasion on which they'd met and inviting
him to visit his home the following day at three in the afternoon if that
was convenient. Adding a comment that he would of course be compensated for
any trouble to which he might be put, he sealed the missive in an envelope
and appended the boy's name to the outside.

Apologising to the Hall Porter for his apparent misjudging of the day for
the appointment with his brother, he ascertained at the same time that the
nearest Telegraph Office was just a few streets away.

On his arrival, and in exchange for a few pennies, a fellow messenger boy
confirmed that this particular office was indeed the one where Edward
Welcome worked and that he would be pleased to deliver the message to
him. The lad gave a bright, knowing smile to his benefactor, accepted the
note together with a few more pennies for his trouble and went on his way.

Chapter 2.  It was with a feeling of intense excitement and anticipation of
what the morrow might bring that Lord Batchelor retired that night. As he
lay in bed, he gazed at the full moon through the window and hoped that
Charles was doing the same - in a sense he felt that it united them in
spirit. He had a great deal to thank the boy for, young though he was:
after all it was he who had introduced him to the new world he was
beginning to explore, one which he was pleased to have been shown. The fact
that he now knew without any doubt whatsoever that he found the company of
other men far more congenial than that of ladies was of no consequence in
the slightest. What was of greater import was that he knew what he did like
and had taken steps to address that feeling. The little experiment with the
Turkish Bath attendant confirmed too that he had an age preference as
well. He was just contemplating what sort of adventures he might have with
the messenger boy, and what
 he would learn from him that a potential difficulty occurred to him.  It
would be calamitous if Miss Primm were to learn about his foible: he knew
that her nature would lead her to castigate him most severely at the very
least for his lapse in decency, and at the worst inform the
authorities. Although he doubted the latter very much, it was still worthy
of consideration and he would prefer not to put her, or himself for that
matter, in such a delicate position. He needed to formulate a solution.

The answer came to him early the next morning as he dressed for
breakfast. He would send Charles some sort of gift under the pretext that
it was for his birthday or something similar, write letters to both him and
Lord Biggun, and dispatch Miss Primm to deliver them.

Fortunately she was amenable to this disruption of her routine and welcomed
the opportunity to see Master Charles once more; she even suggested that
she take a small gift of her own, a newly-made fruit cake she had made.

Albert wrote a long letter to his brother which in point of fact said very
little except a few inane comments about his visit to London, and adding a
word or two that he intended to take up Lord Biggun's suggestion that he
avail himself of the Telegram Boy's services `at some time in the
future'. He also penned a letter to Charles and after enquiring after his
health, education and other such matters, thanked him for behaving so well
on his recent visit and hoped to see him again in the near future when they
could continue with their educational explorations. He knew that if his
father read the letter, such a comment would be no more than would be
expected: Charles and his father would interpret the significance of the
comments differently though. Lord Batchelor also added a separate page,
written in Latin, just for Charles' benefit as he knew his brother had long
forgotten any Latin he may once have known.

In the additional note, Albert told Charles how much he missed him and
their `experiments' together and hoped that they would be given the
opportunity to renew their acquaintanceship in the very near future and
that Charles should inform him how the experiment with the garden
vegetables were progressing. Leaning back in his chair for a moment, Albert
thought for a few minutes and returning to the letter intended for his
brother, added a post scriptum asking if it would be convenient for Lord
Batchelor to pay him a visit in the not too distant future as it had been a
long time since he had seen the estate and in any case desired a change of
scenery.

Reading the two letters through once more, they were sealed and handed to
Miss Primm for delivery.

"If you wish, you may stay overnight with Lord Biggun and his family,"
Albert said on impulse. "It is a long distance for you to travel in just
one day and I fear it may tire you. I will stay at my club tonight, where I
intend to dine anyway."

"That is most perspicacious of you sir. I shall enjoy partaking of the
country air and the prospectus of meeting with your brother and the
Honourable Charles fills my heart with solicitude."

Thus the two parted happily, both excited at the adventures the remainder
of the day promised to bring.

Once the redoubtable Miss Primm was on her way, Albert wandered about his
home restlessly. A glance at the mantel clock informed him that he had at
least three hours to wait before his guest arrived - an absolute age
considering the agitated state he was in. He moved a few items of
decoration around and tried re-arranging the furniture, but soon gave up as
he knew Miss Primm would only replace them on her return. He picked up a
book and tried to read, but even that didn't alleviate the nervous tension
he felt and so in a fit of frustration he donned a top coat and went for a
walk in Hyde Park.

As his mind was fixed on what adventures he and Edward Welcome would get up
to, it was only to be expected that Lord Batchelor had eyes only for the
boys, of whom there were a number in the park. Choosing to sit on a bench
facing The Serpentine he couldn't help but notice the working-class boys
swimming in the cool water, many of whom wore ill-fitting costumes that
left but little for him to imagine although they were the usual once-piece
woollen costumes covering the body from the neck to the groin. The sight of
the frivolous youngsters fitted his present mood perfectly and it was with
great pleasure he watched them cavorting in and around the water, idly
deciding for himself which ones he found most appealing. Smiling gently to
himself he marked them all down as attractive specimens of boyhood, it was
just that some were more handsome than others - one in particular taking
his notice. The lad seemed to be having trouble `down below' as he kept
 absent-mindedly tugging and pulling at what must have been his erected
`membrum adulescens'. This remained un-noticed by his companions by and
large with the exception of one who seemed to be his particular
friend. Once in a while the friend would brush against his fellow and
casually pass a hand over the swelling, delaying for a moment or two as he
made contact. There was no sign of animosity between them for this
indelicateness, indeed knowing conspiratorial smiles passed from one to the
other. Lord Albert assumed that the two urchins would be indulging
themselves in a rather more private game in the not too distant future.

It was thus in a happy and expectant mood that he left to make his way
home, the time having passed quite profitably as far as he was concerned.

Chapter 3.  A few minutes before the appointed hour saw Lord Batchelor
standing at his withdrawing room window, watching the passes-by in the
square and keeping a watchful eye open for his young Mercury.

And there he was! Lord Batchelor's heart missed a beat as he gazed upon the
lithe form of the boy walking purposefully towards his house. At a single
glance he took in the dark-coloured tight uniform in which the boy was
attired, the pill-pox hat set back in a jaunty fashion on his head, and
below that a smooth, innocent-looking countenance.

Hardly had the bell been rung when Alfred opened the door, startling the
young lad with the speed at which his ring had been answered. Instantly
re-gaining his composure, the boy enquired whether this was the home of
Lord Batchelor.

Giving the lad an affirmative reply, he invited him inside and together
they went into the library.

Albert had decided to be as open and frank with the boy as he could
decently be, after all they both knew why they were meeting and that it
would be to no advantage to try and hide his lack of experience in these
matters as the lad would soon divine that for himself.

"I'm pleased that you could make the appointment," Alfred started by
saying. "I was in some doubt as to whether you would accept my
invitation.."

"Thank `ee Sir," the boy replied in a broad Cockney accent. "I knows you is
a relative of Lord Biggun and as me and him is well acquainted, I had no
doubts as to your being an upright gent and so `ere I is, willing to oblige
your Lordship in any way I can."

"Thank you. Lord Biggun is my brother and I can assure you that I will be
as discrete as he in the matter to hand." As he spoke, Albert gazed at the
youth, fascinated. He very rarely spoke to anyone from his background, and
with such an accent he found it almost as difficult as Miss Primm's
peculiar language to decipher. His features belied his speech though: he
was uncommonly attractive and quite at his ease seemingly, he could have
passed for the son of any well-born gentleman but for the common manner of
his speech.

"Would you like to sit down and make yourself comfortable? I think I needs
explain a thing or two before we become too, shall we say, `involved'. You
are called Edward I believe."

"That's right, Sir. Edward Welcome." As he said this, he removed his hat
and unfastened the first few buttons of his jacket, revealing that he wore
no shirt beneath. "I don't wear no uvver clothes underneef," he
explained. "This weather's too `ot."

"Quite sensible, I am sure." Lord Batchelor coughed nervously before he
carried on, "This is the first time that I have indulged in such a thing as
this and am a complete novice, so you will forgive me if I make a mistake
or two in my ignorance?"  "There's no such fing as a mistake, gov'nor. As
long as we both enjoy ourselves then there's an end of it. If I dissatisfy
you in any way, you tell me. And I'll tell you the same. That way we will
both be as `appy as Larry."

There was little else to be said at this juncture and an awkward silence
ensued, both knowing what should occur next, but neither having the
temerity to broach it. Eventually, it was the resourceful Edward who broke
the silence.

" `Ave you anyplace cooler, my Lord? This room is a bit `ot and I wanna get
comfortable."

Grateful for the suggestion, Lord Batchelor led the way upstairs.

Once in his chamber, Albert loosened his cravat and shirt and placed his
hands on Edward's shoulders. As the boy showed no sign of rejection at this
over-familiar contact and even seemed to welcome it, Lord Batchelor
summoned up his courage and ventured, "You really are quite handsome. May I
undress you?"

Edward laughed lightly and said, "We ain't gonna do nuffin unless you
does. And I'll do you."

It was as much a delight removing the clothes the boy wore as it was with
young Charles, few though they were. As each item was discarded, Edward's
handsomeness became more apparent: he could perfectly understand his
brother's attraction to him. Before too long they were standing face to
face expectantly, their clothes left where they fell.

They looked at each other's nakedness, absorbing the sights for the first
time. Albert saw a lithe, rather pale-skinned youth who could be no older
than 15 years at the most. His beauty was vastly improved by his nudity,
his body being perfectly proportioned and unmarked. The already tumescent
penis was a little larger than Charles' but that was only to be expected,
and unlike Charles, there was a slight dusting of curly brown hair at the
base of it which served to emphasise its beauty.

Edward gazed at the body of a very healthy and attractive man, not too well
muscled, but neither was he skinny either. His hard prick, embedded in a
forest of black hair was very like his brother's, a bit longer and thinner
than most he encountered, which he liked better as it made certain
exercises more pleasurable and less painful.

Without a word, Albert folded the bedcovers back and slid between the
sheets, taking Edward by the hand and inviting him to do likewise. Edward
moved up close, rested one leg across Lord Batchelor's and relaxed happily.

"This's what I likes," he sighed, wriggling his body in delight. "There
ain't nuffin better in the `ole world."

"Albert stroked the boy's hair and smiled at him. "What shall I call you?
Edward seems a little too formal."

"Me friends call me Teddy, or Eddie mostly."

"Good. Eddie it is then. How old are you may I ask?" he added, reaching
for, and grasping the lad's erection, noting that it was just a bit longer
than his handwidth.

"Don't rightly know sir. Me muvver writes down what she finks best when she
`as to. The Telegraph Office finks I'm fifteen. Me mates fink I'm
fourteen. Some of my gents fink I'm sixteen and others only firteen. I'm
what ever you like as long as you're content, but I fink fourteen is about
the mark."

They chatted away idly for a few minutes getting accustomed to each other,
hands exploring gently as they did so. Within seconds, Lord Batchelor began
to appreciate the boy's experience as his fingers discovered certain parts
of his body that caused waves of passion to course through him
uncontrollably. Albert copied him, eliciting moans and groans from the
youth that excited them both.

"You leave fings to me, sir, seeing as you're new to the game. I can show
you a fing or two which'll send you to `eaven if you let me."

Lord Batchelor was more than willing to do so, mainly because his mind was
so full of the incredible sensations being created by the boy's roaming
hands that he was incapable of any other decision. The only way he was
keeping any grip on reality at all was the knowledge that in his hand he
held the slender, silky-soft penis belonging to the young satyr alongside
him in his bed and an arm wrapped round his shoulder.

Curled up around Albert as he was, Eddie began by simply opening his mouth
to treat his new friend nipples to a most wonderful suckling, ensuring both
were treated equally by his teeth and tongue. Only distantly did he hear
the ecstatic moans from his bed-partner, he was much more aware of the
shivers of delight shuddering through Lord Batchelor's body and the
strengthening of his manhood. Once he felt the nipples erect themselves, he
lifted his head up, grinned broadly and pressed his lips against Lord
Batchelor's, allowing his tongue to enter the moist cavern. In response,
and in a frenzy of passion, Alfred clasped the boy tightly and all but
devoured him, pulling him over so that he lay atop of him, their members
laying side-by-side between them.

Without warning, Batchelor's body spasmed and shook violently as he
ejaculated fiercely, his semen spreading out warmly between them.

Lord Batchelor never used foul language, but he came as close to it then as
ever he had, regretting that he had climaxed so quickly, bringing their
game to a very premature close he assumed..

"I'm sorry," he whispered to Eddie. "I didn't mean for that to happen so
soon."

Eddie laughed in reply and kissed Alfred again. "Don't fret yourself guv.,
that always `appens if I'm doin' a good job and you're `appy. Now you is
spent, we can get down to some serious business. First fing you gotta do is
return the favour and I ain't as easy as you is."

"How?" Albert asked. "What do I do?"

"Blimey, guv." Eddie grinned. "You can do it how you wants, but what I
likes best is a bit of mouth and a bit of `and. You `ave done it with your
mouth afore ain'tcha?"

"A long time ago, when I was younger than you!" laughed Albert. "I may be a
little out of practice."

" `S'all right. It's like ridin' a bike, once you done it, you never
forgets. Just mind yer teeth is all."

Albert started off tentatively. He had, of course experimented a little
with Charles but he really hadn't the first idea of whether he'd been doing
it correctly or not. Luckily, Eddie still retained his foreskin as had
Charles; somehow he didn't find penises which had been de-skinned as
attractive as when the were complete as nature intended.

"Oh, that's right! That's good!" Eddie moaned. "You remembers good. Keep
doin' it just as you is. You's doin' fine."

With only a minimum of interruption, Eddie turned himself round and settled
himself kneeling astride Albert and took his manhood between his lips. His
hitherto softened member rose up again as Eddie performed miracles with his
tongue and hands. This time Albert knew he wouldn't ejaculate so quickly
and was able to enjoy the attentions immensely. On the other hand, Eddie
himself was slowly building up to his own orgasm which he encouraged by
offering a piece of advice to Lord Batchelor once in a while.

"Oooh, that's the ticket! Now a bit of `and." "Now try and get yer tongue
inside me skin. Christ! That's it! Keep goin', I's gonna blow soon."

When he burst forth, Albert was unable to avoid swallowing more than a
modicum of the juice, but rather than revolt him as he thought it must, he
found that it was not an unpleasant taste and took it without complaint.

And so it was that the pair filled in a very pleasant two hours, at the end
of which both were well and truly satiated. Albert had learned a great deal
from the youngster, all of it good. If this was an example of how
delightful sex can be, he fully understood his brother's (and Charles')
seeming preoccupation with it! He also regretted how much enjoyment he'd
missed over the years. Eddie and Albert were embracing lightly in that
strange state between waking and sleep when Lord Batchelor kissed Eddie
gently and asked if he were able to spend the night with him.

"Sorry, Guv. I would love to, but I gotta get home to see me old mum, she's
expecting me. But p'raps I can do it another day?"

Lord Batchelor thought quickly, and realising that Primm took Sundays off
to attend Church and see her sister, invited Eddie to spend the day in his
company.

"I am free on Sunday if you are available," he suggested. "My housekeeper
will be away and we will have the house to ourselves."

"Lovely," Eddie smiled. "An' seein' as I ain't got no work to do or Church
to visit, it'd be a pleasure." Then, with a wink, added, "Fer both of us!"

"You don't have any other gentlemen to consider, then?" Albert asked
curiously.

"No guv. The only gents I do is at the Ganymede, like the Lord your
brother.. I don't put myself about like some of the others `cause if my old
lady `ears about me, she'd `av me guts!"

"And do you find my brother? I trust he takes care of you?"  "Well enough,
sir. He pays me handsomely but, if I might be so bold, treats me as if he
owns me and he don't take much trouble to please me as much as he aughta. I
gotta make sure I get off first `cause he drops off soon as he's made his
stuff come and forgets `bout me."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I trust you were satisfied today?"

"Oh, yes guv. There ain't many gents as would be as kind as you. Some can
make demands of me which would turn your `air grey! But you was OK, treated
me gentle-like. If you `adn't, you wouldn't see me `ide for dust!" he
grinned.

With another kiss, the appointment for Sunday was confirmed and with
reluctance Lord Batchelor watched Eddie dress himself, hiding from view his
delightful body.

Chapter 4.

Miss Primm returned the following morning having been given a lift by the
butcher who was delivering a quantity of pork to the Smithfield
market. With her she carried two letters, one from each of his
relatives. Deciding to keep the more important one until last, he read that
from Lord Biggun first. The content was much the same as his had been, full
of inconsequentials and trivia, the only things of note being that he was
welcome to pay a visit whenever he desired, wished him good luck with the
Telegram Boy and hoped he was keeping well.

Retiring to his drawing room in order to read Charles' letter in privacy,
he made himself comfortable before carefully slicing the envelope open and
removing the contents. As expected, there were two enclosures, a short one
in plain English and a further, longer one, in Latin. Reading the shorter
one first, he was informed that Charles' remains in good health, is
pursuing his studies diligently and thanks his Uncle for the visit to the
Zoo, in addition he hoped they would have time to go to Kew Gardens the
next time he was in London.

Before reading the Latin, Albert poured himself a glass of port, made
himself comfortable and scanned the missive. This piece of correspondence
was much more interesting and said things that it was not possible to put
in the other, more formal letter.

To start with, Charles said that he was still able to make the fluid come,
but as yet he hadn't achieved the same quantity as he had when with his
Uncle. His father, though, had informed Charles that visits to his bed were
to be less frequent than previous now that he could `produce'. It was
almost as an aside that Charles noted the Maid seemed to be visiting more
often than she had before and that he was not to bother his mother with
such trivia.

"I am quite at a loose end in that respect," Charles said. "I miss the
attentions he gave me and am reduced to abject loneliness and solitary
performances, or persuading Symes to do something with me, but he can't
give the same satisfaction that either yourself or father can for the
reasons I told you about. Please can you come to visit us soon? Or better
still, may I visit you in London?"

Reading between the lines, the plea was heart-felt Lord Batchelor thought
and determined to do something about the boy's plight as soon as
possible. Perusing further, he was interested to note that the experiments
with the vegetables were progressing satisfactorily and he was sure that he
would be able to accommodate his uncle in the near future!

Laying the letter to one side, Lord Batchelor refilled his empty glass and
stared out of the window, picturing Charles with a selection of vegetables
in his hands. Resting one hand on his erection, he allowed himself to
daydream for a while and smiling inwardly, realised that both he and
Charles were rehearsing for the same thing: the difference was that Albert
had a live tutor in the form of Eddie to learn with, and Charles had to
make do with carrots or cucumbers!

And Eddie was certainly live as he demonstrated on the following Sunday
when he turned up on Lord Batchelor's doorstep precisely at the stroke of
noon. Despite being so comfortable in each other's company and agreeing an
appointment for today, Albert was still more than half convinced that the
boy would think better of their arrangement and not arrive. It was with a
pounding heart therefore that he opened the door and admitted him.. Both
were pleased to see each other once again, and once the door was closed,
embraced. Lightly to begin with, but with increased passion as they
realised how much each had missed the other.

"And how are you today?" Lord Batchelor asked as they entered the drawing
room, his eyes fixed on the tightly-clad posterior in front of him.

"Fit, fank `ee sir," Eddie replied. "An' pleased to be seein' yerself again
if I might say so."

"No more pleased than I am to see you," Albert said. "I had doubts as to
whether you would change you mind and not come today."

"No danger o' that milord. I likes it `ere and I likes what we does."

"I'm delighted to hear that and in return I would add that you please me
immensely. Are you able to remain for the night, or must you return home?"

Grinning broadly, the lad informed his Lordship that he was indeed able to
stay for the night, his next appointment being at the telegraph office at
half past six the following morning.

"I ain't not stayed all night in a `ouse like this before," he said
cheerfully. "I's only stayed wiv your bruvver at `is club and you gotta be
as quiet as a church mouse so's no one knows you's there." Then added
wickedly, "An' I can't always keep quiet if you sees what I mean."

This took Lord Batchelor by surprise as he thought the lad would have had
several such visits as this in the past - he was certainly amenable to
them.

"I'm sorry. I thought this would have been something, err, that you would
have had some experience of. There is no reason why you can't leave and
return home whenever you wish if there is a problem or you are not at
ease,." Lord Batchelor said, his heart sinking.

"No problem at all there guv., I told me old lady that I was goin' all
night fishin with me mates, like I does wiv Lord Biggun."

"Doesn't she want to see some fish when you get home?" Albert laughed,
pleased the problem had been resolved so easily.

"Naa. I tells `er I sold `em and gives her a few coppers. She's `appy with
that. I don't do all nights much anyway, only with his other Lordship. In
fact," he added looking a shade embarrassed, "I only does fings wiv your
bruvver now, I stopped seein' other gents `cause they was `urting me too
much."

Lord Batchelor felt a twinge of anger sweep through him at the thought of
anyone hurting his Adonis, quickly followed by a feeling of sympathy.

"How do you manage for money, then?" Batchelor enquired.

"Lor' bless me sir, I don't do it for the dosh. Me muvver an' me gets along
fine on what we `as. I does it `cos I likes it. Anyhow if I takes too much
`ome she'd wanna know where I got it and she ain't fick, she'd soon add two
and two up."

The real reason for the boy's presence was forgotten for a while as they
talked about each other's lives. For his part, Albert was amazed to learn
that the boy had a good head on his shoulders. His rough outward appearance
and common way of speaking belied his intelligence and although he was wise
in the way of street behaviour, he had an underlying sense of what was
right and proper. This strange mixture intrigued Albert and he wanted to
find out more about him, but the lad pre-empted any further discussion by
unfastening the buttons on his shirt and smiling at Lord Batchelor in a way
which only meant one thing.

"You know the way," Albert smiled.

By the time Batchelor had climbed the stairs, Eddie was standing in the
centre of the bed room, sans clothes and displaying a beautifully
upstanding member, pleading for some attention. With two pairs of hands
removing his garments, Albert was soon just as naked as his partner and
laughing at each other's indecent haste, they fell on the bed.

Entwining themselves together they kissed and embraced lustily for a joyous
few minutes until their initial passions were satiated. Laying across
Albert's chest, Eddie looked into his eyes and smiled happily, running his
fingers through his hair.

Whether it was the conversation they'd had earlier, or because of the mood
they were in, Albert and Eddie were in fine spirits and for the next hour,
all that could be heard from Lord Batchelor's bedroom were the sounds of
two people enjoying themselves. It was very rare to hear the sounds of
laughter in the house, and even more rare for either of them to enjoy
themselves so much, taking liberties with each other's bodies that wouldn't
be believed in polite society. Even when breathless with laughter, the two
still managed to kiss and stroke each other tenderly, eyes locked together,
smiles an almost permanent fixture.

Before they knew it, the sky outside had darkened and evening was drawing
in. Taking the opportunity to have a rest, Lord Batchelor lit the
gaslights, drew the curtains and returned to the waiting Eddie.

"I'm famished," the youngster said, grinning, as they lay together
embracing. "It fair takes it out of you, don't it!"

Albert too realised he was hungry, and without further ado disappeared into
Miss Primm's domain, the kitchen. She would not have objected too seriously
about her master's intrusion into her space, but she would have certainly
had a thing or two to say about his complete nakedness. She hadn't seen him
without clothes on since he was ten years old, and would not have
appreciated seeing how much he'd changed since then, but that was the last
thing on Albert's mind as he raided the larder for anything from which he
could make an impromptu meal.

Throwing a collection of cold meats, half-consumed pies and other sundry
items onto a large plate, he returned to his bedroom, feeling just as
naughty as he did when they had illicit midnight feasts in his schooldays.

Siting cross-legged facing each other on the bed, they ate hungrily, taking
the opportunity to study each other's naked form as they did so.

"What of your father?" enquired Albert, gnawing at a chicken leg. "You
haven't mentioned him."

" `Ee was gorn afore I was born," Eddie replied through a full mouth. "Ma
says `e were a sailor-type, but posh wiv lots of dosh. We never see any of
it tho. Me ma lived wiv a blacksmith until `e upped and died. Ain't bin no
one since. Me ma says her sailor will come `ome one day and sort us out. I
got the same middle name as `im."

"What's that?"

"Mario. Stupid name innit. There now," he laughed. "There ain't no one
knows that `cept me and me ma. And now I gone and telled you. Don't you
ever go an' tell anyone else!"

"Sounds nicer than Eddie, or Teddie, or even Edward," Lord Batchelor
said. "Seems to fit you better."

"I like that," Eddie said seriously. "And what of you? I can't keep saying
`milord' all the time. `Ave you got another name?"

"My first names are Albert Sebastian James," he was told. "And like you, no
one ever uses the middle ones."

"Can I call yer Albert when we's alone?" Eddie asked, nervous at being so
forward with a man so far above his station in life.

"Of course you may."

That settled, the pair finished eating and washed themselves clean before
doing anything else.

"Will you show me round yer `ouse?" Eddie asked. "I ain't never bin round
one like this."

Picking up the dirty crockery, Lord Batchelor took his young friend on the
tour, neither of them bothering to put any clothes on. He found it rather
exhilarating showing Eddie his home, holding his hand as he did so.
"Fanks," Eddie said as they headed back to the bedroom. "Just one fing
more.. You got a medicine box?"

"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"

Eddie smiled back and simply said, "I `ope there's somefink in there we'll
want a bit later."

Albert decided not to press things any further and showed him where the
medicine chest was kept. Extracting a small item which he carefully kept
hidden, Eddie took his partner by the hand and resumed their trip to the
bedroom..

Once back on the bed, the pair picked up from where they'd left off and
wrapped themselves in each other's arms, eyes locked together. The
happy-go-lucky mood they'd been in earlier dissipated now as they caressed
and fondled each other tenderly, paying much more attention to giving each
other as much pleasure as they could. Lord Albert had learned a thing or
two from Eddie even in the brief time they'd spent together and was
gratified to hear him groan in pleasure as he found the places that aroused
him. It made a huge difference, Albert thought to himself, not having to
hurry things along. Knowing that they had the whole night ahead enabled
them to take their time and relax completely. Their tumescent manhoods were
left untouched for ages as hands wandered over receptive bodies, and lips
met in mutual adoration.

Lord Batchelor had a hand gently stroking Eddie's genital area when he
heard him whisper in his ear, "You'd better back off a bit guv, I's gonna
lose it if'n you keep that up!"

Reluctantly Albert did as he was bid and instead started work on the boy's
nipples, which were already erect and very sensitive to the touch.

"You learns quick Albert," Eddie stuttered out between clenched teeth. "I
can't take none of that either. Best we take a rest."

"Wanna try somefink new in a minit?" Eddie queried as they cuddled
together..

"What's that?" Albert replied, eyes closed in contentment.

"Let me put me spike up yer?"

Albert opened his eyes and gazed at the grinning youth.

"What?"

"You knows, put me thing inside yer. I ain't never done that afore."

"But I thought you and my brother ......"

"Naah. He sticks his prong up me bum often enough, but he won't never let
me do it to `im.  Says it ain't right. But `ow it can be right for `im to
do me and me not do `im I don't understand."

Eddie looked pensive for a moment and then went on, "Some gents `ave taken
me up the arse afore and they `urt me like `ell, that's why I stopped
seein' `em. No dosh ain't worth that. But if we's careful I should be able
to get me dick inside yer easy, an' I really want to."

Lord Batchelor knew that this was why he'd wanted to meet the lad in the
first place, and now the time had come for it to happen, he wasn't averse
to the idea in the slightest. In fact to his surprise he rather looked
forward to it as a the ultimate offering they could make to each other: it
would be a great deal more than a simple physical act of gratification and
whether or not Eddie would be prepared to return the favour was irrelevant.

"What do you want me to do?" Albert said quietly.

It took a little arranging, but Eddie eventually had Albert laying on his
back with a solid, horse-hair filled cushion under his rump and legs held
in the air. Retrieving the item he'd removed from the medicine box, Albert
noticed that it was a glass container of petroleum jelly, which would be a
deal more efficient than spittle he realised. Carefully, Eddie spread the
jelly over his own member and then thoroughly smeared it around Albert's
fundament, ensuring a little was even inserted inside the hole.

When he and Master Charles had essayed the same operation Lord Albert
remembered, no little difficulty had been encountered in persuading
Charles' member to enter that forbidden place and although Lord Batchelor
found the pain transient, it had been of sufficient intensity for him to be
willing to repeat the exercise. Under the tutelage of Eddie, he now felt
that he would be able to accept the intrusion more readily. Not only would
the petroleum jelly be a valuable aid, but the relaxed approach they'd
adopted and the great pleasure they'd given each other beforehand make the
exercise somehow more natural, acceptable and indeed to be welcomed..
Albert placed his hands on Eddies hips as the boy knelt between his
upraised legs and touched his member against the point of invasion. With a
look of intense concentration, Eddie bit his lower lip and pressed himself
forward slightly. To begin with, there was a great deal of resistance on
Albert's behalf, but with a modicum of effort, he managed to persuade the
muscle to relax and with a sudden movement, the two found themselves
co-joined, united in the sin of Sodom.

Of the pain, there was very little, Albert discovered. Instead he felt a
wondrous feeling of fullness and a need for Eddie to hurry and embed
himself as far as he could. In an effort to encourage him, he clasped his
legs around his waist and urged him on.

Eddie needed little encouragement. With a delighted smile of
self-satisfaction and sparkling eyes, he slowly inserted his member as far
as he could before stopping to savour the moment.

"That feels wunnerful!" he gasped. "Ain't never felt anyfink like it
afore. All sorta warm and tight and magical."

Albert smiled back, agreeing totally although he wouldn't have used quite
the same words.

Very carefully Eddie pulled himself back until his member was almost
released before re-inserting it: the sensations engendered filled his mind
with wonder and for the first time understood why his gentlemen derived so
much pleasure from the act and ofttimes didn't care what pain they
inflicted to achieve it.

Lord Batchelor understood too: what he and Charles had experienced was but
little compared with this. Eddie's member was a little larger than Charles,
but he knew this had little to do with the intensity of delight he felt, it
was much more to do with the tenderness and care they'd shared beforehand,
the knowledge that time was not of an essence and the certainty of not
being discovered.

Such was the state of excitement Eddie was in that he only managed three or
four strokes before his body tightened up, shivered violently and ejected
several globules of juices into Lord Batchelor. In return, Albert's anal
muscles contracted as if anxious to extract every last drop of the precious
fluid from the donor: simultaneously he ejaculated as big a volume of his
own semen as he'd ever done, much to his amazement.

"Bugger me!" Eddie moaned as he collapsed on the bed alongside an equally
exhausted Batchelor, completely unaware of the pun. "That were amazin'!"

Despite their mutual happiness at having achieved a much-longed for
objective, Albert and Eddie found it next to impossible to talk for very
long and they drifted off into contented dozes, embracing tightly.

It was around midnight when Albert awoke to feel Eddie's lips and tongue
curled around his member, encouraging life into it. Placing a hand on the
boy's head to convince himself that he wasn't dreaming, he sighed with
relief as he felt soft hair between his fingers.

"That's a wonderful way to be awakened," he whispered, spreading his legs
apart to allow the boy easier access.

Eddie paused in his ministrations and gave Albert a wide grin before
resuming his work. Once he was fully erect again, Albert turned around so
that they could both indulge themselves in the not unpleasant occupation at
the same time. The taste of Eddie's earlier emission excited his tongue and
Albert sank the boy as deeply as he could into his mouth before working
himself inside the foreskin and giving it an exceedingly pleasant clean.

Some time later when they'd run through all the things they had learned
they enjoyed, Eddie rested his head on Albert's chest and stared up at him
with puppy-like eyes. The look on his face told Lord Batchelor that there
was a question waiting to be asked. Raising his eyebrows, he waited.

"Will yous do me now?" he asked querulously. "That's wat I wants. To feel
yer inside me."

"Are you sure? I may be a little large for you and I wouldn't wish to cause
you any unnecessary pain," Albert replied. He chose not to add `like the
others'.

"Ain't nuffin else I wants," he answered quietly. "I wants you to do it
badly and I's ready for it."

Using the same cushion as before, it was now Albert's turn to kneel between
upraised legs and point his organ at the little brown spot. Taking a
fingerful of the jelly, he anointed them both and prepared to enter the
youth.

He slid in with ease, a sign of frequent practice he assumed, and with
hardly a pause embedded himself as far as he could. Looking at Eddie, he
saw the lad smile in contentment, his eyes alight with pleasure.

"That's magical," he grinned. "Ain't never `ad anyone get in so easy
afore. Must be `cause I wanted you so bad! Don't move for a bit, I wants to
remember `ow you feels."  A few moments later, Eddie nodded at Albert and
he began to roger Eddie in earnest, revelling in the sheer ecstasy it
created, his whole being seemingly centred inside Eddie.  As slowly as he
could he bucked to and fro, determined to give his Adonis as much pleasure
as he possibly could. Beneath him, Eddie was writhing and squirming around,
lost in a blissful world of his own, lifting his hips to meet Albert's
thrustings and crying out with sheer animalistic enjoyment. The more Albert
listened to Eddie's ecstatic moanings, the more he was encouraged onwards
and the harder his member seemed to get. The harder his member got, the
louder Eddie groaned and the more he thrashed around.

With a final, desperate plunge, Albert thrust as hard as he could and
ejaculated his offering painfully inside the satyr, completely unaware that
Eddie had loosed his fluids together with his.

Albert, in post-climactic exhaustion, fell forwards on top of the
breathless Eddie and kissed him hard and passionately. Looking up into his
face, he was mortified to see tears running down the boy's
cheeks. Withdrawing his now softened member, he clasped the lad to him and
asked, "Are you alright? Have I harmed you? What is it?"

Opening his eyes, the boy smiled wanly at Albert, reached up and kissed him
firmly, wrapping his arms round Albert's neck. He then dropped his head
onto Albert's shoulder and sobbed quietly.

"Ain't never felt like that afore," he mumbled. "No one ever made me cry
`cause it felt so good."

Taking the boy into his arms, Lord Batchelor comforted him until he was
able to speak more easily.

"Feeling better now, Eddie? I was concerned that I might have caused you
some pain."

"The only pain yous caused me was in me `eart," he grinned. "Ain't no one
made me sob before. I feels like a little kid."

"You're not a little child," Albert whispered. "You are a fine young man
and I'm happy that I could please you so mightily. Tears are a sign of joy
and affection as well as pain and are not to be discouraged!"

Smiling in contentment, Eddie closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep
in Albert's arms.  Dawn was breaking when they awoke, and a glance at the
clock told Albert that it was just before five am. As Eddie had to be at
his place of work for half past six, and in addition there was a likelihood
that Miss Primm would be up and around soon, Lord Batchelor gently woke the
sleeping youth beside him.

Opening his bleary eyes, it took Eddie a few seconds to come too. Yawning
widely and rubbing his eyes, he stared at Lord Batchelor and a smile slowly
crossed his face.

"I fought it was all a dream," he said, staring round the room as if to
confirm the reality. "Wot we did last night and everyfing. I ain't ever bin
so `appy and fought I dreamt it."

"It was a dream," Albert smiled. "A dream come true for both of us I
think. I trust you feel the same?"

"Yea. Ain't never `ad anyfink like it `appen afore. I allus gets kicked out
afore anyone knows I's there," he grinned.

"Not this time," Albert said. "Except we must be circumspect when you
leave.. Miss Primm may be up and around."

"Oh, yeah," he said. "An I don't wanna meet `her do I?"

"I'd much rather you didn't, it may cause a problem for us both. But we
have a little time before you need to depart ....." Lord Batchelor said,
taking the boy's morning hardness in his hand.

"You's wicked you is," Eddie smiled, turning onto his back and reaching
over to place a hand in Lord Batchelor's waiting groin.

Shortly before six am, Albert led Eddie out through the back door and
towards the garden gate. Checking that no one was in sight, he leaned down
and gave Eddie a quick kiss on the lips. "May I expect you next Sunday?" he
asked. "I hope you will be free again?"

"There ain't nuffink more certain, milord," Eddie grinned, giving a mock
bow.

"And I shall be free most afternoons if you wish to pay a visit to relieved
your, err, boredom," Albert added. "You need only send me a short telegram
to ensure I will be here."  "Thank `e Sir, I will do that if I's out of
sorts."

Albert reached into his pocket and extracted a couple of sovereigns to give
to Eddie.

The boy took a step backwards and lifted his hands in rejection. "If takes
that, it'll make me feel like an `ore an' cheap. I don't fink it right to
takes dosh for somefink wat makes me feel so good and `appy. But there is
somefink yous can do for me if you likes. I'll tells you later when I comes
wiv yer telegram."

With that the boy turned and ran off to work, giving a cheery wave as he
reached the corner.

Lord Albert was walking thoughtfully back towards the house when a
disturbance startled him.

"You've risen up early," a familiar voice said.

Coming back to reality with a bang, Lord Batchelor sighed inwardly and
replied, "Yes, Miss Primm. I slept very badly last night."

"I've been into your room already to see if you was at home and I was
distributed to see your bed in such a state. It is untidy enough that two
people couldn't make it so, I do believe. You must've been tossing and
turning all night."

"Indeed I was, Primm. Indeed I was."

Chapter 5.  Wednesday morning Lord Batchelor spent at his club catching up
on the latest gossip around town and playing a frame or two of
billiards. Among those he played with was David, the dandified young man
who had been so forthcoming with information as to how one met
`companions'. After a couple of questions, it became apparent that he
didn't remember a thing about the conversation he'd had with Lord Alfred ,
for which he was relieved. The thought that David would remember their
conversation was the main reason he'd come to his club, and once he'd
satisfied himself that nothing was remembered, he relaxed.

On his return home, he noticed that there was a telegram waiting for him on
the hall table. Picking it up, he surmised that it must either be from his
brother or Eddie, and on opening it found to his pleasure that it was a
hand-written note from Eddie. He skimmed through it quickly and learned
that Eddie would be calling on him at about two o'clock that day.
Telegrams were an unusual occurrence in the Batchelor household and Miss
Primm was beside herself with curiosity as to its contents but decorum
prevented her from asking, at least for a while.

"Did you see the missile from the Telegraph Office?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you. It is regarding a matter of no consequence," he said,
knowing that he would have to give a better explanation than that before
much longer.

"I am pleased about that," she went on. "Telegraphic consultations are so
often the bringers of bad news."

"Not so on this occasion, I am pleased to say. It is from a friend of mine
informing me that he has been called out of town for a few days on urgent
family business."

Lord Albert was not in the mood to cope with Miss Primm's rambling now that
he had something else to occupy his mind and so retired to his library. He
took Eddie's message from his pocket and re-read it more carefully. Eddie
apologised for disturbing his Lordship, but as he found himself with some
unexpected free time today, he would like to visit him for a while during
the afternoon. He also said that if it were inconvenient, he would
understand and would see him the following Sunday as arranged.

Pouring himself a glass of whisky, Albert sat down and congratulated
himself on the find he had made in the boy: he was sensible enough not to
turn up unexpectedly, and furthermore would understand if it wasn't
convenient. What pleased him most though was the fact that the boy had
elected to visit him during his limited free time, and that the appointment
for Sunday still stood.

Two days later there was a ring at the door just after Miss Primm had
retired for her rest.

"Special Delivery for Lord Batchelor," the boy grinned, handing him a
telegram form and stepping into the hall.

"I'm very pleased to see you so unexpectedly," Lord Batchelor said as he
embraced the youth.

"Fank `ee," Eddie grinned. "I `opes you doesn't mind me callin' on yous
like this but I bin finking of you all the time and I just `ad to sees you
agin."  Albert took the compliment and kissed the messenger on the forehead
in thanks. "How long have you got?" he said.

"I gots to be `ome for me tea, so's we got bit a time to spare."

All the while they were talking, Eddie was looking around the room, his
mind clearly engaged on some thoughts of his own.

"What would you like to do?" Albert asked. "This afternoon, I am your to
command."

"Can we sit `ere for a bit, guv., an' sorta pretend I lives `ere?"

"Of course, if that is what you would like."

Eddie sat for a few moments on the edge of a chair, his back perfectly
straight rather as he imagined people of quality did. It couldn't and
didn't last long though as he began to wander around the room, examining
several items closely and fingering delicately the ones which interested
him the most. Replacing a Venetian glass vase which probably cost as much
as the lad earned in a year, Eddie suddenly grinned broadly, rushed across
to Albert and sat on his knee, giving him a huge kiss as he did so.

"You's the tops Albert. I wasn't gonna do any messin' abaht wiv yer today,
but now I's'ere, I can't `elp meself. Can we go upstairs?"

Delighted to accept the offer, Albert took the boy up to his room and once
again stood transfixed as he watched him undress.

As they embraced in the bed, Eddie sighed in pure contentment.

"I don't care if'n we do anyfink or not," Eddie said as he nestled into
Albert. "Jus' beein' ere in bed wiv yous `olding me is all I needs."

On one level, Albert was in sympathy with him. The feeling of someone
sharing your bed with you, especially one so nubile and young is impossible
to describe, more so when you are both naked. On another level though,
Albert knew that he would be unable to contain his emotions for too long:
already he could feel his own member dripping fluid in anticipation, and
Eddie's erect member pressing into his thigh didn't help either.  Pulling
Eddie on top, Albert kissed him deeply and stroked his back, allowing his
fingers to roam from his soft cheeks up to his neck. Eddie purred like a
cat and returned kiss for kiss, wriggling his body around, further exciting
Albert.

"Will yer do me?" Eddie whispered. "Wiv yer mouth and `ands like I likes?"

The two embarked on a vigorous head-to-toe sucking of each other, Albert
doing as he was asked, changing position frequently to obtain and give as
much satisfaction as he knew how.

With a scream muffled only by the organ filling his mouth, Eddie released
himself with a passion he hadn't shown before and held on to Lord Batchelor
so tightly as to be almost painful. Albert's only possible reaction was to
do the same to his young companion and loose his precious fluids down his
throat.

Once again, tears slipped down Eddies face as he calmed down, tears which
Albert wiped up delicately with his fingers.

Passions spent, they relaxed in each other's arms and simply looked at one
another, smiling.

"Can I ask yer somefink?" Eddie whispered as he drew circles with his
finger on Albert's chest. "An' promise you won't laff at me?"

"I promise," Albert said, intrigued.

"Will yous teach me to talk proper, like you does? I doesn't wanna be a
messenger all me life, I wants somefink better and I gotta talks betterer
than I does."

"What would you like to be?" Albert asked.

"Dunno. Work in a club like yourn, bell boy or somefink. Or in an office
writin' and that."

"I think that is admirable. We will do our best and see what transpires."

Albert received a kiss and a broad grin for this.

" `Course it means we can't do none of this," Eddie laughed, giving
Albert's flaccid member a squeeze. "I'll be too busy learnin'."

Albert raised his eyebrows and pulled a face.

"Well, p'raps once in a while if'n I's doin' OK."

"I think you'll do well," Albert grinned. "And you can learn just as much
in our bed as you can in the schoolroom."

"Does that means I gets a reward now then?" he laughed.

"Repeat after me," Lord Batchelor said. "Does that mean I receive a
reward?"

Eddie screwed his face up, closed his eyes and said hesitantly, "Does that
mean I receive a reward?"

The words were perfect, the accent was execrable, but for a first attempt
it was passable.

"Very good. And what reward would you like?"

"Give me `an `ug and talk to me proper whilst I fink of somefink."

The `something' involved the use of the petroleum jelly Albert learned, but
as their time was limited and Miss Primm was in the house, it was agreed to
postpone that pleasure until Sunday. In its stead, Lord Batchelor offered
Eddie the loan of a novel, with instructions to read it carefully and out
loud to himself when he could. "Look at the words and try to imagine the
people saying them," he said.

" `Ain't never read an `ole book afore," Eddie said as he thumbed through
the pages. "Me ma'll fink I gone nuts or somefink."

"Call by on the morrow if you are able," Albert grinned. "I will think of
something to tell Miss Primm in the meanwhile so your presence is not
unexpected."

"You means I gotta come tomorrer and the old lady'll be expectin'me?" Eddie
laughed.  "Something like that," Albert laughed. "But for now, ....."

Laying the book to one side, Eddie slipped into Albert's open arms and
began to show his gratitude.

Chapter 6.

Lord Batchelor managed to concoct a suitable tale for Miss Primm by the
following morning, telling her that after enjoying the company of master
Charles, he felt he had a gift for communicating with the young and would
like to pass on the benefits of his own education to them.

"I feel that I could teach them a little about the world," he said. "Young
Charles seemed to gain from my meagre offerings and I would like to offer
my experience to others of a similar age but less fortunate in their
circumstances."

Miss Primm, knowing Albert Batchelor of old, knew that this was almost
certainly a passing phase and he would soon lose interest in it, but in the
meanwhile it would provide something useful with which to occupy his time.

"That's very good of you sir. I believe you have a lot to offer a young man
who is ignorant of the ways of the world and I'm sure they will be relieved
by you. Do you have a particular boy in mind to impregnate?"

"I have offered to take responsibility for a child called Edward
Welcome. He is currently working as a Telegram Delivery Boy, but wishes to
improve his station in life and I think I may be able to help him in a
small way."

"That is noble of you my Lord. He cannot fail to raise himself after
intimate contact with your good self."

"Quite so, Miss Primm. I have taken the liberty of inviting him here this
afternoon so that we will not disturb our domestic routine."

"Thank you. I will leave out a few victuals for you to consummate
afterwards, boys need feeding after their exertions."

Edward hadn't had a great deal of time to read the novel, but in any case
Albert had decided to work on the boy's speech to start with.. He had the
unfortunate Cockney habit of replacing all the `th' sounds he could with an
`f' or `v' sound. Telling Eddie this, and correcting it were two different
things however. They had great fun persuading Eddie's lips and tongue to
co-operate and mould themselves to the unfamiliar positions - Eddie always
seemed to break out in a fit of giggling at the strange sounds he was
making- but after a while he managed it and the improvement was
instantaneous, much to their delight.

The second part of the lesson was to hear Eddie read and put into practice
what he'd been taught. The most comfortable way to do this, the lad
decided, was to sit on Albert's knee so they could share the book between
them. What with one thing and another, this turned out to be a mistake as
both of them had to constantly interrupt their work to adjust
themselves. It was at the boy's suggestion that they took the book upstairs
and resumed their studies in a more congenial manner.

Despite the distraction of Lord Batchelor toying with Eddie's erection
constantly, he read the required chapter of the novel before succumbing to
temptation and lowering his head into Albert's groin where this time he
managed to get his lips and tongue in precisely the right position..

"I fink - think - I's gonna - going to - change my name," Eddie said as
they rested afterwards. "I think I'll be Edward. Eddie don't seem to fit me
no more."  "Quite right," Albert agreed as he stroked Edward's slender
thighs. "You are certainly more of an Edward than an Eddie."

The two didn't meet again until the following Sunday when Edward appeared
on the doorstep as chirpy as ever and anxious to continue his lessons with
Lord Batchelor, whatever they might be.

The first hour was spent in the library with Edward practising his reading
and speech, but neither of them could concentrate on the tasks in hand -
Edward was fidgety and made many mistakes. Lord Batchelor knew the reason
why of course, and it was with some relief that they decided to abandon
their lesson and retire to the bed chamber.

"Stand there a moment," Albert said as Edward stood in the centre of the
room, his clothes scattered around his feet. "Let me take a look at you."

Edward wasn't in the slightest bit embarrassed by this request, and to be
honest he rather enjoyed showing himself off. Slowly his hitherto flaccid
member rose up to its full glory, accompanied by a broad grin from its
owner.

Albert took the couple of steps necessary to reach the boy, embraced him
firmly and kissed him deeply. Batchelor was aware that in the short time
he'd know the lad, his feelings toward him had changed beyond
recognition. What has started out as a fairly simple relationship with
Albert wishing to be taught several things by a boy with experience was
developing into one much deeper, and one he was nervous about.

Edward sensed this subtle change in Albert and as they made themselves
comfortable in bed, leaned over and returned the kiss.

"What you thinking about?" he whispered, afraid that Albert had some bad
news for him and that their friendship was drawing to a close.

"Just how handsome you are," replied Albert, unwilling to admit even to
himself quite how he truly felt about the boy.

Edward knew there was more than this, but he didn't have the words or the
courage to ask directly.

"Is I bovverin' you too much?" Edward asked, not daring to look Albert in
the eyes. "Don't yous wanna see me any more? Is that it?"

Lord Batchelor took a deep breath and held the lad in his arms.

"That's the difficulty," he said quietly. "You do bother me, and in ways
that I don't comprehend. I miss you when you're not here and I wait
anxiously for your every appearance. I like being with you, I like talking
to you, I like being naked in bed with you as we are now. Perhaps too
much."

"You can't like someone too much, can yer?" Edward asked, puzzled.

"I don't know. Perhaps. Perhaps not."

"Can I tells you somefink. Something." Edward said, looking Albert in the
eye. "Something private?"

"Go on," Albert replied.

"When I first got that letter from yous, I fought it were no more than
another man after me arse in exchange for a couple of guineas like your
bruvver.. But after a bit I gots to like yer `cause you treats me
decent-like an' don't take the mick out o' me like the others."

There was silence as Albert absorbed this, and compared Edwards feelings
with his own. Before he could think of anything to say, Edward went on, his
voice softer than ever.

"An' there's something else as well. I really likes doin' stuff wiv you an'
I fink you does too. I messes abaht wiv the lads in the office
sometimes. You know, pullin' our plonkers when we's in the mood, but that's
only a bit o' fun. Wiv you it's diff'rent, like we sorta cares for each
other an' we does it `cause it makes us `appy."

For Edward, this was a long speech and a very difficult one to make, Albert
realised. He hadn't actually considered that the boy had feelings just like
him - and it upset him to realise it.

"Are you happy? Really happy?" Lord Batchelor asked.

"You knows I is. Why d'you fink I keeps comin' ere? An' it ain't `cause
yous a lord or nuffin, I'd still come if yous wasn't!"

"I have feelings for you too. Strong feelings which I have yet to become
accustomed to," Lord Batchelor said. "And that's what frightens me more
than a little. Aren't you scared of how you feel?"

"I's only scared I ain't gonna see yous no more," Edward said, a pair of
tears escaping from his eyes. "I get's butterflies in me guts when I finks
of you, and now I got `em again `cause I's frightened yous gonna stop
seein' me."

"I'm not going to do that," Lord Batchelor said, his mind being made up,
for better or for worse. "I've come to like you too much. And in any case,
we have your lessons to consider!"

There were more tears from Edward, but this time they were tears of
happiness and to hide his embarrassment he buried his head in Albert's
shoulder and let them flow; he therefore didn't see a tear or two escape
from Lord Batchelor's eyes as he hugged the boy to him.

"We's a pair of silly buggers!" Edward said after he'd calmed down and
wiped his tears away with his arm. "Anyone would fink we wus married or
somefink!"  Their mood instantly changed to one bordering on hysteria as
they romped and frolicked on the bed together, laughing and giggling
insanely as the tension evaporated.

Edward found himself knelt astride Albert, his hands pinning Albert to the
bed. As he sat back, gazing into his eyes he felt Albert's solidly erect
member touch him.

"Got that jelly stuff?" he said, grinning broadly and emphasised his point
by sitting back.

"In the bedside drawer," Albert whispered.

The fact that Albert, Lord Batchelor, hadn't been taken this way before
hardly registered on his consciousness: for one thing he had thought about
it so often that it was almost as if it had really happened, and for
another he was so aroused that it seemed the natural thing to
do. Especially with Edward's beautiful, smiling face looking at him.

Once the petroleum jelly had been suitably applied, Edward resumed his
position astride Albert, and grasped his wrists. Without once unlocking
their eyes, Edward leaned back until he felt Albert's moist member touch
that most intimate part of him and releasing his wrists for a moment, he
positioned himself correctly before lowering himself.

Albert entered Edward with very little problem, watching Edward's face
light up with pure ecstasy as his lissom body absorbed him completely.

Albert opened his mouth to say something when Edward shook his head.

"Don't say nuffin," Edward whispered. "Let's me gets used to it. I bin
wantin' yous to do this to me for so long, I wanna remembers it. Leaves it
all to me."

Almost imperceptibly, Edward started to clench and unclench his cheeks,
further driving Albert into realms he'd never dreamed of. Then he started
to raise and lower himself just enough to be felt at first, but then
building up into a rhythm that utilised the whole length of Albert's
offering. Every three or four strokes Edward would stop, gaze tenderly at
Albert and reach down to kiss him.

"Ain't never felt this good afore, I's really in the mood," Edward
moaned. "I wishes it could goes on for ever!"

It couldn't of course, and it was with immense relief that Albert felt
himself stiffen up and deposit his juices into his young lover. The
combination of Edward's beatific smile, Albert's pent-up excitement and the
pure bliss of their coupling was sufficient for him to eject what he was
certain was the biggest quantity of fluid ever.

It was with regret that Albert sensed Edward start to pull himself away; it
had lasted all too briefly he thought and he felt cheated somehow. But not
for long. Changing his position only slightly, Edward lifted Albert's legs
into the air and pressed his organ into place.

This time it was Albert's turn to almost shout out in delight as Edward
slid himself home, burying himself in as far as he could with one desperate
move.

There was no finesse this time: Edward commenced bucking back and forth as
quickly as he could, anxious to relieve the tensions inside him, his face
now a mask of frustration and determination. Within seconds, his body froze
and with a hard, painful thrust he ejaculated. Thankfully, Miss Primm
wasn't around to hear the screams of ecstasy mixed with agony Edward
emitted as he orgasmed.

Edward withdrew his tortured organ and fell on the bed, breathing deeply,
forehead beaded with sweat and eyes glazed.

"Sorry, Guv. I didn't means to `urts ya. I was so desperate for it, I
couldn't `elp meself."

"You didn't hurt me. I was so excited myself that I didn't feel
anything. Except you of course," he smiled. "The best feeling of all."

Chapter 7.  Three weeks quickly passed by, during which time Edward had
become a frequent and welcome visitor to Lord Batchelor's home. Albert had
even arranged that Edward meet Miss Primm, albeit briefly, just so that any
qualms she may have had about the young man may be dispelled. In fact it
turned out that she took a liking to him, not only was he `working class'
like herself, but he was trying to improve his standing in life, something
of which she thoroughly approved.

"That young man of yours," she said one day, "It seems as if he's one of
the familiar now. He's always popping up when I least expect it. He's not
making too many demands of you is he?"

"Not at all, Miss Primm. He is a good student and I am learning just as
much from him as he is from me."  "That's how it should be. A man like
yourself can understand how hard it can get for a boy like Edward, and you
can alleviate his hardship. And I'm sure he has a good deal to offer
yourself if you allow him."

"Precisely. Well put, Miss Primm." Albert replied, smothering a grin.

The equanimity of Lord Batchelor's life was disturbed rather unexpectedly
the day after this conversation had taken place. Awaiting him on the
breakfast table were two communications, both of which he recognised
instantly. The familiar buff-coloured telegram envelope was from Edward,
which would no doubt be confirming his next visit. The other was a letter
from Lord Biggun.

Opening the more important one first, he noted that Edward would arrive at
2 pm today for his `lesson'.

The second, much weightier letter, contained two envelopes, one from his
brother and one from Charles.

Postponing the best one until later, he read the one from Arthur
first. Typically of his brother, it was brief and to the point. He would be
arriving in London in two days time and staying at his club. He was also
bringing his son, `he's been pestering me so much that I had no choice', he
informed Albert. `The boy seems very anxious to visit Kew Gardens' he
added, and so I have taken the liberty of foisting him upon you for a few
days.

Albert had all but forgotten about Charles since his relationship with
Edward had blossomed, although he did think of him from time to time when
Edward was unavailable. He was aware that he now had a problem to resolve
and didn't have too long to think about it.

The letter from Charles, written once again in schoolboy Latin, was a
delight to read, and all the pleasures they'd shared suddenly came flooding
back into Albert's mind as he read it. `It took a deal of persuading to get
my father to bring me to London', Charles said.. `I see less and less of
him now and we don't seem to communicate very much. I visit his bed no more
that twice a week nowadays and oftimes have to share it with the maid. She
has even tried to play with my member, but I don't like her touching it as
much as I do when you do it. In any case, thankfully, it always goes soft
when she handles it. Not so with Symes, I am pleased to say,' Charles went
on. `After much soul-searching, I decided to take his member in my mouth,
and to my surprise his fluids do not taste very much different to my
own. He seems to enjoy it too, so that makes up a little for my father I
suppose. By the way, I can now absorb a carrot the size of about
 five and a half inches, which is about the correct size I think? Your
loving Nephew, Charles' Mentally comparing a carrot of appropriate size
with Edward's member, Albert sighed happily.

Edward was nestled in Albert's arms later that day, as content as could
be. They hadn't made love yet: they both enjoyed the intimate contact with
each other and talked quietly about all manner of things as they fondled
and caressed. Love making was always left until they were both amenable and
as a result was most enjoyable and satisfying every time.

"I have had a message from your brother," Edward said as he twisted a lock
of Albert's hair between his fingers. "He says he's coming to London
tomorrer."

Edward's speech had improved immensely since he'd started his lessons,
Albert noted with pleasure. Admittedly, most of them had been taken in the
bedroom, but that was the place in which they were both most relaxed.

"Tomorrow," Albert corrected automatically. "And yes, I know. He wrote to
me also."

"I made me mind up I shan't go to oblige him this time," Edward said,
giving Albert a kiss. "After all, I have another gent. now."  "I think you
should," Albert surprised Edward by saying. "There is a complication which
you have no reason to be aware of."

Albert handed the letter to his lover and waited as he read it.

"That don't mean I gotta, I've go to, go and see him," Edward said,
dropping the letter to the floor. "I don't want to, not now."

"But he's expecting you. And he also knows that I have seen you once or
twice. He isn't aware of how close we've become though, and there is no
need for him to find out," Albert said, looking directly at Edward. "But I
am sure he will blame me if you don't oblige him and I think we would be
better off not upsetting him just at the moment. Perhaps you will have the
opportunity to tell him that you are unable to see him again after this
visit. That will be for the best, especially if you can arrange a
replacement for yourself."

"I don't want to, but I will for your sake," Edward replied. "An' I knows a
lad who'll gladly take my place. By all accounts he likes the sorta stuff
Lord Biggun dishes out. More than I does. An' whose this Charles?"

"Charles is my nephew, his son. He stays here when his father is in town,
for reasons I don't need to explain," Albert said, grinning at Edward.

" `Ow old's `e?" Edward asked, his worry about a possible rival surfacing.

"Don't worry, He's only 12. And he's my nephew as well. The son of my
brother."  "Mmmmm," Edward mused. "Don't mean nuffin. Uncles is the worst!"
he grinned.

"Not this time. Charles is young and naive, not wise in the ways of the
world yet."

It was the first time he'd knowingly lied to Edward and felt very guilty,
but justified it by reasoning it would cause a great deal less fuss than
the alternative.

"But yous can teach him, like you do me."

The grin on Edward's face told Lord Batchelor than this wasn't to be taken
too seriously, but the point had been made.

"In any case, I don't mind you messin wiv `im just a bit. Whilst I'm messin
wiv `is dad!" he laughed.

The irony of the situation struck Albert as very amusing, not the least
aspect of it being that Arthur probably knew what was happening anyway.

"Thank you," Albert grinned. "I shall remember that."

"But if you likes it too much, I'll rip `is knackers off!" Edward giggled
as he rolled on top of Albert, giving his testicles a rather painful
squeeze.

That was the signal for them both to forget their immediate problems and
resort to their favourite past-time. Picking up the jar of jelly, Edward
covered his erection liberally and pointed it at Albert.

"It's my turn today. I ain't gonna get any for ages now, am I?"


End of Part Three.