Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2020 10:58:13 +0000
From: David G <dgg@cwgsy.net>
Subject: To The Manor Born - Chapter 2  (Gay, Incest, Adult/Youth)

To the Manor Born - part 2 of 4 ......

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Chapter 2 of 4 - Discoveries

They woke early the next morning, the morning sunlight glowing round the
curtain edges.  They held their chamber pot between them and peed
simultaneously.  They were both hard so had to push their cocks downwards.
They grinned at each other.  Edward knew that he had to check the fires
which heated the bath water in the room above, so he donned some long
johns, a vest and some slippers.  He went through the rear exit and up the
servants' stairs to the rooms above.  He not only found the water heating
contraption but also a boy stoking the fire grate beneath it.  The boy was
only wearing a nightshirt, which came to mid-thigh.  As he was crouched
down Edward got a full view of the boy's genitals, a nice set of boy balls
and a healthy-looking cock.  The boy was probably a similar age to Oliver,
perhaps a year or so older, and showed no signs of any body hair.  He was
unabashed at his exposure and although he had clearly finished lighting the
fire made no move to rise or cover himself.  He looked familiar somehow.

The boy looked at Edward and said, "I recognise you from the village,
you're Edward; I had heard that you and your brother were being brought
here; are his Lordship and Master Charles being kind to you?"  Edward found
it difficult to move his eyes from between the boy's legs and was getting
hard but responded. "Well, so far we've only met master Charles, but he is
being very nice to us."  He could feel his hardness pushing against the
front of his long johns and the other boy's eyes focussed upon it.  The
boy's cock was stiffening too.  The boy said "Master Charles likes young
boys and I bet it won't be long before he has some fun with you.  Looking
at your stiff prick, I think you'll like it, like I do.  Charles has sucked
and fucked me loads of times, the first time he fucked me I was only nine,
I'm nearly twelve now; but now you are here I guess he won't want me
anymore."

Edward felt sorry for him and said, "I do not believe that, and even if
that is so, my brother and I will happily be your friends."  The boy said
"I'm Freddy.  I've been working below stairs since I was a nipper, my
mother cleans here, and my father looks after the stables.  Charles took an
interest in me when I was six or seven and was always really friendly it
wasn't long before he got me naked and bathed me; playing with my little
cock and my bum hole all the while.  I liked it.  Eventually he got naked
with me and when I saw his big cock, I couldn't help myself, I wanted to
play with it.  That led on to him getting me to suck his prick and him
sucking mine.  I liked all that too.  I also like it when he tongues my bum
hole. That's really good.  As I said, when I was about nine, he started to
work on my bum, loosening me up.  That led to him rooting me, he's good at
it, much better than my dad and uncle.  Has he rooted you yet?"

Edward shook his head and said, "Your dad and uncle do that to you!" Freddy
nodded and said, "My older brother too, only he's much nicer and much
gentler, just like Charles. He's nearly sixteen now."

Edward's eyes were still on Freddy's cock which was very hard and being
stroked by its owner, after a swallow he spoke, "I think I know what
rooting is, but it's never happened to me, and I've never done it, I'm not
sure I know how it works."  Freddy stood up lifted off his night shirt and
blatantly masturbated, he said "Let me see your cock and I'll tell you."
Edward pulled down his long johns.  "Cor" said Freddy, "That's a nice
one.....  Well the boy has to be loosened up and greased; goose grease
works best.  The boy is fingered by the man and the man works his finger in
and out spreading the grease.  As the boy gets more comfortable the man
will put in another finger and work his hole for a while, then he'll add a
third and once he can take them the man greases up his prick and puts it
in."

Freddy reached out for Edward's hard penis and Edward did the same.  As
they stroked each other Freddy said, "Once the man's cock is in the boy,
he'll start to move it in and out, slowly at first is better until the boy
gets comfortable, then faster and faster until the man squirts.  Some
people call it fucking.  If the man is good at it, he'll take his time and
do it in different positions, so that the boys gets some pleasure too.  The
first time it hurts quite a bit to start with, then it gets easier and more
enjoyable.  I can now take a man's cock quickly, even with only spit to
help it go in.  I like it better when it's greased though.  Can I suck your
cock?"  Edward nodded.

Freddy knelt and took Edward's cock into his mouth, his tongue immediately
circled under Edward's foreskin which sent a wave of pleasure through him.
Freddy was clearly well versed in the art and worked Edward's cock
thoroughly, stopping now and then before tickling the most sensitive areas
with his tongue before swallowing the whole rod. Edward could feel his
penis in the back of Freddy's throat and wondered how he managed it without
gagging.  Freddy got faster, all the while pumping his own meat.  Edward
was approaching his climax and gripped Freddy's shoulder to let him know.
Freddy did not relent, he kept up his pace until he triggered Edward's
orgasm.  Edward nearly feinted.  Freddy shuddered through his own orgasm at
the same time.

Edward helped Freddy to his feet and Freddy kissed him on the lips, he said
"Thanks Edward, that was fun, you tasted nice; I'd better run or there'll
be hell to pay."  With that he quickly threw on his nightshirt and headed
for the stairs, Edward followed on and returned to his brother, who was
back in bed.  He had time for another cuddle, so he got in and brought his
brother to him, he kissed him on his lips and said "I think I've met the
young boy in the drawings, if it's not him I'll be surprised, the likeness
was uncanny, and I think maybe the older boy in the sketches might be his
older brother."  Edward then proceeded to tell Oliver everything that had
happened.  They were both aroused and were rubbing their groins together.
Edward reminded his brother that their morning duties would soon commence.

Then there was a clear `ting', signalling the arrival of the dumb waiter,
which would be bringing a pot of tea for Charles.  Edward kissed his
brother, said, "I love you", before fetching the tea tray.  He put on his
silk shirt and his slippers.  The shirt rested on his erection and he made
no effort to cover it.  He took the tray through to his master's bed
chamber and set it down on a bed-side table.  As he poured a cup, he felt a
hand stroking his bottom.  He turned with the tea in his hand, his erection
very proudly on display.  Charles reached for it and stroked it gently.
Then spoke.

"Thank you and good morning my fine young fellow, what a delightful way to
start the day, a cup of tea, a handsome boy, a hard cock, what could be
better.  Charles did not reach for the cup, which was being offered,
instead he leant over and sucked Edward for a minute.  Then he sat back up
and took his tea.  He said, "Get in with me for a little while before we
start our day."  Edward obeyed and slid under the sheets beside his master.
Charles said, "Come close, let me feel you fine firm body against me, push
your hard cock into my thigh, put your arm across me and caress me."

Edward did as he was told and stroked his master's chest and abdomen, he
was a little nervous, but still very aroused. Charles took his hand and
pushed it down until it met his big hard cock.  Edward gently stroked him.
Charles kissed his forehead and said, "My darling boy, you make me happy,
already I feel a great fondness for you and Oliver."

Oliver then appeared at the door, just wearing his silk shirt, which was
tented at the front.  Charles said, "Come in Oliver, take this cup from me
and join us we are have a delightful little cuddle before we start the
day."  Oliver took the cup and placed it on the bed-side cabinet.  He shed
his shirt revealing his hard young pricklet.  At Charles' direction he got
in the bed on the opposite side and slid up close to Charles.  Charles put
an arm around him and Edward and pulled them in tight.  "How fortunate I am
to have you two beauties to help me through, Oliver you will find your
brother's hand on my cock, feel free to let yours join him there."  Oliver
did so and caressed his master along with his brother.  Charles sighed and
kissed the forehead of each boy in turn.

Oliver being the bolder of the two and not forgetting his conversation with
Edward the previous night said, "Who were the boys in the drawings".
Charles, a little surprised said, "Oh yes, that was two brothers, their
parents work here, the younger one is Freddy and the older Joseph.  They
were excellent studies don't you think?"  Edward said that he thought the
drawings were of a very high standard and that he might have met Freddy
earlier.  Charles enquired where and how, and Edward explained.  Charles
said, "Well if it was Freddy you met this morning, I expect he would have
molested you, or at the very least propositioned you.  He is a very forward
boy and likes undertaking sexual activity with men and boys."

Edward confirmed that it was indeed Freddy and Charles went on, "He was a
gorgeous sexy little boy, very adventurous and curious, we became close and
eventually we began to play naked and sexy games.  He was so enamoured with
them that he drew his brother into the games and they both spent many times
with me.  We had many good times.  Freddy's sexual appetites grew faster
than he did, and it was not long before many of the males on the estate
were being pleasured by him.  For me though, he became a bit too forward
and too public, so I decided to distance myself before I had an angry
parent knocking at my door.  Joseph on the other hand was more subtle; a
gentle soul, much less gregarious.  I don't see very much of him these
days, he is away looking after a sick relative I believe, but I remain very
fond of him."

After a pause and a hug of the boys he said, "Its different with you two in
many ways, firstly as you have no parents, I feel more responsible for your
wellbeing and secondly I already feel a bond I never felt with Freddy and
his brother.  I do hope that we will have a lot of fun together and will be
friends."  Both boys affirmed that they would also like that.  Edward then
announced that it was time for him to prepare the bath for Charles.
Charles agreed and Edward rose to leave, his very stiff young cock leading
the way.  He went naked into the bathroom and Charles said to Oliver, "So,
did you like what you saw in the drawings?"  Oliver grinned and still
stoking his master's cock said, "Oh yes Sire, they were lovely pictures and
very exciting, I've been thinking about getting Edward to put his thingy
into my bottom recently; it feels so nice pressed in there at night.  But
he doesn't seem to want to rush it."

Charles said, "He is being considerate and loving, the first time can hurt
and should only be done by a caring partner, let's see how things go in the
bathroom."

Oliver said, "Please can I suck on your thingy until then."  Charles
laughed and said, "Of course you can, and you can start calling it my
cock."  Oliver said nothing and shimmied down under the bedclothes.
Holding his master's manhood with some reverence he began to lick.  It was
juicy and it tasted really good to him.  The more he licked and sucked the
more juice it made.  He enjoyed rolling the skin up and down over the head
while he licked.  His master was moaning softly.

It was not long before Edward returned.  He looked at Charles and the bed
and was puzzled by Oliver's absence.  Charles lifted the bedclothes to
reveal Oliver engaged in bathing his master's cock with his tongue.
Charles said, "Well he did ask politely, so I could not refuse him.  Come
on Oliver, let's all take a bath."

Charles tested the water and said it was perfect but before he got in, he
said. "Edward you look like you have a steady hand, I would like you to do
something for me, I would like you to trim back this unruly mass of ugly
hair around my cock, I really do dislike it.  There are scissors and a comb
in the drawer of the wash-stand, why don't you have a go."  Edward was a
little nervous but proceeded to fetch the scissors and comb.  Charles
suggested that Oliver held his cock out of the way while Edward did the
trimming.  Oliver was only too happy to oblige.

Edward combed and trimmed, the dark curls fell to the floor and Charles
encouraged him to take even more off.  Charles had amassed a lot of
pre-come by then and Oliver just lent down and licked it away.  Charles
walked to one of the large dressing mirrors and studied himself.  He said
"You have done an excellent job.  I like it Edward, I like it very much, I
think we'll keep it short like that, perhaps even shorter.  Maybe one day
we'll try shaving it."  Edwards stood alongside him and admired his work,
not to mention his master's throbbing member.  Charles put an arm around
his shoulder and kissed his temple before getting into the bath.

Without any instruction the boys began to bathe their master, working in a
silent synchronicity.  When they got to his groin, four young hands soaped
and massaged the man's member and testicles.  Charles then turned over and
the boys washed his back, starting at the top.  When they got to his
buttocks, he raised himself onto all fours and the boys soaped his
backside.  Charles said, "Edward, wash me like you washed Oliver yesterday,
I want to feel your fingers working inside and out."  He did as he was
asked and worked in one, two, and then three fingers, massaging the hole;
Oliver moved to the head of the bath.  By silent instruction he moved in
close so that Charles could take his young spike into his mouth.

Enjoying the ministrations of Edward, Charles felt his sap rising.  He
broke away from his oral activity and said.  "Edward, please get into the
bath, I am all soaped and relaxed now, I want you to put your cock into me;
your little brother yearns to have your cock inside him, so we must let you
learn how first, so that he gets the best experience."  Edward climbed in
and stood behind his master.  He tried to recall all of the things Freddy
had said.  Charles spoke, "Line your cock up with my hole and gradually
work it in, take it slowly, it's been a while since I've enjoyed a good
rodgering."

Edward tried to line himself up, bending his knees wasn't working so he
knelt down also. It was still a bit awkward, but better.  He rubbed the
head of his penis around the opening and it felt very good.  Charles
lowered his hips a little and that helped.  Oliver appeared at the side and
announced that he wanted to watch.  Edward continued his gyrations,
gradually applying more pressure, then the head popped through the tight
muscular ring and Charles gasped.  The sensation nearly made Edward orgasm,
but he steadied himself and paused.  He held onto Charles' hips and
apologised.  The tight ring was squeezing his penis, but it felt
marvellous.  He gradually pushed forward, slowly entering the tunnel.  His
head was spinning it felt like his penis was in a vice, but it was good.
He moved in closer and sunk into his master fully.  Charles asked him to
pause for a while until he became used to it.  Oliver was fascinated,
noticing that Charles' cock was throbbing hard and dripping juice he
reached under and began to stroke him.  It was too much for Charles and he
asked him to stop saying, "Oh Oliver, dear boy, please stop or I'll shoot
off too quickly; your brother's cock inside me is taking me to the brink,
but I want to try to hold off until he is ready to orgasm."  Oliver stopped
and licked his hand tasting Charles' juice.  He didn't understand the word
`orgasm' and made a mental note to ask about it later.

Remembering the description given to him by Freddy, Edward began to move
his hips, slowly at first.  As he moved his penis in and out his pleasure
increased.  He couldn't help himself he moved faster and faster still until
his hips were slapping against the thighs of his master.  He felt his body
getting tense and that feeling rising he blurted out "It's happening" and
his body went rigid as the orgasm roared through him.  He held on tightly
and felt Charles body start to spasm.  Oliver looked underneath and said,
"Master Charles is squirting his cream."  He put his hand under Charles,
and it was drenched with semen.  He lifted it out and began to lick his
fingers, Charles looked at him in amazement, so did Edward.  He looked up
and saw them looking at him and said, "I wanted to taste it, it's a bit
strange, but nice."

Edward stayed where he was, inside his master, but had to slump forward.  A
he lay on Charles' back he hugged him and said, "Thank you Master Charles,
that was absolutely amazing."  Charles replied, "Stay inside me as long as
you can Edward."  Edward stayed where he was and caressed the back and neck
of Charles, not only was he physically connected, but he felt something
more, something emotional.  A feeling was growing within him about Charles,
something akin to his feelings for his brother, although less strong.  As
he wondered his penis slipped out and Charles turned over.  Charles bathed
Edward's cock gently while Oliver watched on.

Charles suggested that it was time that the boy's washed and said that he
would stay in the bath and help.  Oliver climbed in and sat on Charles'
lap.  Charles washed him from the rear and Edward the front and he was
loving the attention.  Charles wiggled his finger into Oliver's bottom
while Edward washed his cock.  He was soon in a state of ecstasy and was
almost thrashing around until he climaxed, then he slumped; Charles cradled
him like a baby.  He lent over and kissed the boy's forehead and said, "My
beautiful boy."  Edward wondered at the comment but said nothing, just
treating it as an affectionate statement.

He turned around and asked his brother to wash his bottom, Oliver delighted
in the act and worked his fingers into Edward's anus.  Edward groaned and
Charles asked him if, one day, he might like to feel a cock inside him.
Edward said that he thought he would but was concerned about it hurting.
Charles reassured him that with care, there should be only an initial minor
discomfort.  Charles said, "I would be honoured if I was your first and I
have something which will help you prepare, let's all get dry and I'll show
you."

As they dried each other Edward noticed Oliver leaning into Charles, as
though he relished the contact; he felt a twinge of jealousy, so made sure
that he also remained in bodily contact with his brother.  Once they dried,
Charles led them to a chest of drawers and opened one of the small upper
drawers.  He retrieved something wrapped in a cloth and led the boys into
the salon.  Still naked they watched him sit on the chaise and he asked
them to join him.  They sat down, the boy's squashed together at the raised
end, Edward was pressed against Charles.

Charles slowly unwrapped the object.  It surprised both boys to see that it
was a perfectly carved penis.  Probably ivory or whale bone.  It was
complete with veins and two testicles.  In size it measured somewhere
between the dimensions of Edward and Charles.  Charles said, "Meet the
`sailor's best friend', it was carved by a lonely sailor who needed comfort
and it has given me much comfort too.  It's not too large and not too
small. It will help you prepare yourselves for the day when you take a man.
You will need goose grease to ease things along and you will find a pot in
the drawer this came from, please do take them both."  Edward studied and
caressed the phallus, then passed it to Oliver who stoked it gently.

Oliver said, "It's beautiful, thank you so much Sire."  Charles replied,
"You are most welcome boys, you are special to me and I want you to be
content, maybe even happy, being here with me.  You may experiment with
this object to ready yourselves for the real thing, if that is your wish.
Oh, and when we are alone, please just call me `Charles', I would find that
most endearing."

Edward was the first to reply, he said, "Charles, to be honest, we have not
had a happy childhood.  We have been tolerated at best by our various
foster-parents.  You are the first person we've met who seems to look at us
as real people and treat us with any kindness.  We know our place and will
be good servants to you, we will try our best to always please you."

Charles looked into Edward's eyes and Edward thought he could see tears
forming.  He replied, "My dearest boy, I do not want servitude from you I
want friendship, a bond is already growing, I feel it, and I will nurture
it with your assistance.  You see before you a lonely man.  Yes, I've had
sexual relations with others such as Freddy and Joseph, but that was only
physical, it did not satisfy my loneliness.  They have each other and their
families, I have no one other than my father and he has a cold heart.  I do
not think he has the capacity for love.  He takes his pleasures from others
as though by right.  He tried to instil his `manliness' into me in my
youth, instructing me in the ways of the flesh, usually with reluctant
partners, insisting that he witness the act.  Often, he would fuck the
chosen wench first by way of instruction and insist that I follow after.
Although I complied and performed on many occasions, my heart was never in
it and I think he eventually knew that; I do not think he likes what I am
and what company I prefer.  He will no doubt be second-guessing my
motivation for bringing you two here."

Edward was surprised by this candid revelation and realised then that his
master was really just a fragile human disguised by position and class.  It
was at that moment that Edward suspended his remaining doubts and decided
that he wanted Charles to be his friend, the private activities would be
the bonus.  Edward said, "If your father ever asks us about anything, we
will reply that we are here as your personal domestic servants and are
grateful for your patronage.  We would never discuss what happens in your
apartment."  Charles nodded in appreciation and kissed each boy on the
forehead in turn.  The boys felt comfortable in his embrace and were happy.

Charles said, "I have been following your progress for a number of years,
albeit from afar, but I had no influence as to your placement with the
foster-parents sadly, that was controlled by my father, I wish now that I
had stepped in sooner.  Let me tell you though, every report I had
reassured me that you were both respectful well-mannered intelligent and
good-natured boys.  Please let me sit between you I would like to embrace
you both."

They shifted positions and Charles put an arm around each boy, pulling them
to him.  Their embrace was interrupted by a `ting', signalling the arrival
of the dumb waiter with the breakfast on board.  Edward left the huddle to
collect it and Oliver was about to follow on but hesitated and turned to
Charles and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.  Charles was overwhelmed,
such a spontaneous display of affection filled his heart.  He smiled.

Edward brought Charles' tray through to the salon and set it on the round
table in the bay window.  As he was lifting off the dishes Charles said, "I
want you two to eat with me, bring your plates through also."  Edward
fetched the rest and they sat down for breakfast.  Charles' insisted that
they shared everything, and the boys got to taste new things, they were
thrilled.

As they ate, Charles announced that he had decided to educate Oliver at
home and at the same time continue Edward's education, introducing him to
classical literature, art and the like.  He announced, "I feel that, at
last, I have a purpose in life.  I will do my best for you and set you up
for your place in the world.  Every weekday morning after bathing, (and
other things, he whispered) we will study.  In the afternoons we will study
nature and you will learn about the estate and how land is managed.  In the
evenings we will look at some of my art and `special writings and discuss
them.  How does that sound?"

The boys were both excited and nodded enthusiastically, rather than speak
with their mouths full.

It being a Sunday morning, Charles said that he wished to take the boys to
church but given their class difference they would not be able to sit with
him.  The boys told Charles that they were used to going to church alone
and sitting near the back, so they did not mind.  Edward helped Charles
dress then the boys put on their `Sunday best' and admired each other.
They had never worn such fine clothes.  Charles arrived at their door and
looked them over.  He commented on their smartness and told them how
handsome they looked.

Charles said, "We may not be able to sit together in church, but we will
walk there together.  Firstly, I would like you will accompany me through
the house and down the main stairs, not go by the back stairs.  If my
father stops us and objects, I will deal with him.  If you get any odd
looks from the staff hold your heads high and take no notice."

The trio set off along the deeply carpeted corridor, passing fine
sculptures, portraits and works of art.  They met the Butler en-route who
looked daggers at them.  Charles confronted him and said that the boys were
his wards and should be treated with respect.  As they moved on Charles
told the boys that the Butler was `his father's man' and would likely
report this to him and although he knew his father would not approve of him
making friends with servants, he did not care and was prepared to stand his
ground.

They went to church without further incident, parting at the entrance.
Charles sat in his family's pew where his father was already seated and
looked back at the boys who had settled at the back of the church. He
smiled at them.  The service was not unusual apart from the fact that
everyone was looking at the way the boys were dressed.  One of their former
foster-parents muttered something which sounded disrespectful, but Edward
couldn't catch it.

They stood outside and waited for Charles and were conscious of being
inspected by the villagers.  They deliberately stood firm and politely
smiled at everyone.

Charles arrived ahead of his father and said quietly, "Hold on to your
hats, I anticipate an eruption from my father."  It did not happen though;
Lord Carrington strode past the threesome intentionally looking ahead only.
As he passed, he said to his son, "My drawing room in one-hour Charles."

Charles and the boys started walking and once out of earshot of any
villagers said to Charles, "I do hope that we are not going to be the cause
of a difference with your father."  Charles replied, "Fear not my young
ones, I have been preparing for this for a very long time.  There is a
saying that people who live in glass houses should not throw stones, and
believe me, that is precisely where my father resides.  He is a hypocrite
of the first order, taking young girls from the village for his selfish
pleasure and very young girls sometimes, much younger than Oliver; I'm
talking about 6,7,8,9.  I've witnessed his wickedness all of my life.  I am
surprised that the villagers have never lynched him."  My own dalliances
are nothing compared to his systematic abuse.  I've never hurt anyone the
way he has; I'm sure that those that I've had intimate relations with would
all attest to me being a caring person, never forcing myself upon anyone.
That could never be said of my father."

They remained silent as they walked on.  As they neared the house Charles
told them that they would enter through the front door together.  They did
so and the Butler found it difficult to conceal his scorn.  Charles looked
him in the face and said, "I've told you once Wilson, respect my wards and
respect me or you will regret it, my father will not always be here to
protect you, remember that."

They walked through the grand entrance hall and up the majestic flight of
stairs to the first floor.  Knowing now were they were going; the boys did
not need directing toward Charles' apartment.  Once inside Charles gathered
the boys to him and hugged them, kissing them on their foreheads.  He said,
"There will be jealousy and resentment from the staff because of the
favouritism I am showing you, but between us we will ride it out.  Now that
I have you here, I am not going to let any of their petty jealousies bother
us."

Sunday lunch was due shortly, but Charles first had to meet with his father
so was unsure whether he would be dining in the main dining room with his
father or not.  Regardless he said that a meal would be available for them
from the kitchens and he would leave instructions for it to be sent up.  He
suggested that they made themselves comfortable and suggested some reading
for each of them.

A very long time passed, or so it seemed, before Charles returned.  He
looked surprisingly composed.  He told the boys, "It was everything I
expected and more, but my father was not ready for my replies; I've had a
long time to prepare for this day; and I do believe that I countered all of
his arguments rather well.  He couldn't argue his hypocrisy once it was
laid out before him in graphic detail.  Let's say, that although there are
still many issues between us, a sort of understanding has been struck.  He
will not interfere in my life and I will not interfere in his.  One major
battle was decisively won and when the time is right, I will tell you all
about it."

Edward enquired as to whether Charles had taken any lunch and Charles said
that he had.

The boys continued their recommended reading and Charles invited them to
ask questions, Edward seemed content, but Oliver had many.  Charles was
delighted.  Later in the afternoon Charles suggested that they broke away
from study and turned their attention to art.  He lifted down some books
which contained line drawing studies of art over the centuries, right the
way back to the ancient Egyptians.  The boys found it fascinating and
before they knew it, it was time for bed.

Edward assisted Charles while Oliver put away clothes.  Once naked Charles
let Edward turn down the bed.  He got in and Edward covered him.  Charles
kissed his cheek and said, "I'm sure I know what you two will be doing,
take it carefully with your new toy, be gentle with each other and you will
learn new pleasures.  If, however, you feel like joining me, do not
hesitate, no matter the time."  Edward then surprised him by kissing him
gently on the lips and said, "Good night Charles".  Oliver followed on with
another kiss and also said the same.

The boys retired to their room and removed the remainder of their day
clothes.  Edward held the bone phallus and looked at it closely.  He said
to Oliver, "Oliver I know that you want me to put my thingy, my prick, my
cock, inside you, and I want to very badly, I think this carved one is
bigger than me, so what shall we do?"  Oliver had already thought it
through and said, "I'm ready to try your cock in me, I'm sure if we use the
grease and take it slowly, it'll be fine; and when you've done that we can
try the bone one in you."  Edward was clearly still a bit fearful but young
Oliver was keen to experiment.  Edward said, "if you get on all fours, I
will grease you up and let's see how we get on."

Oliver was quickly on all fours and presenting his hairless young hole
toward his brother.  Edward stroked his firm round buttocks and gently
caressed the pink anus; Oliver was clearly loving it and was groaning with
pleasure.  Edwards was captivated and remembered inserting his fingers when
they were bathing, he was very aroused.  A though ran through his head and
before he could question it, he found his head lowering.

He began to kiss Oliver's buttocks and got closer and closer to the centre,
when he found it, he kissed it.  A passion the like of which he had never
known arose in him and he pushed his tongue into the tight hole.  He was
entranced by this act and licked and tongued for all he was worth.  His
brother, unable to supress himself, was making a lot of noise.  This seemed
to drive Edward's passion on.  He was pushing his tongue well into his
brother's anus and nothing in the world could have stopped him.  His penis
was throbbing, it felt like it might explode.  He knew that he had to do
it, he couldn't hold back.  He reached for the goose grease and smeared
some over his cock, it sent a shudder through him.  He aligned the head of
his penis with his young brother's hole and slowly pushed forward.  His
foreskin had already fully retracted so did not hinder him.  He felt the
head go in and his brother gasped.  Remembering to go slowly he stopped and
asked Oliver if he was OK, Oliver just nodded vigourously, he couldn't
speak he was so overwhelmed.  It hurt, yes it hurt, but it was a hurt he
was prepared to endure for the love of his brother.

After a while, when both had calmed down a little, Edward pushed a little
more.  He sunk in another inch and again asked Oliver if he was OK, again
Oliver nodded and grunted.  Edward could not believe how tight his
brother's anus was and paused for a couple of minutes before gently pushing
again.  Suddenly he was in, right to the hilt, his groin was pressing
against his brother's firm round buttocks; he nearly orgasmed there and
then but fought it off. He lent forward and kissed his brother's neck
saying, "Oliver, we are joined together, more than we've ever been before,
this really means so much, I love you so much, I think I want to be inside
you forever."

Oliver was beginning to relax and despite the initial pain he was starting
to acclimatise to the intrusion of his brother's member.  He listened to
Edward's loving remark and replied, "I've wanted this for a long time now,
I've felt your hard thing against my hole every night and I've wanted it
inside me.  I was a little jealous that Charles got it first, but then I
thought about how much I loved you and I forgot that and just watched the
look on your face as you did it.  It told me that you were experiencing
something amazing and I couldn't begrudge you that, it made it even more
reason that you should do it to me too.  Your thing feels massive inside my
bottom, but I am starting to get used to it and even like it.  If you want
you can start moving it in and out, but please go slowly to start with."

Edward kissed him again and then started to move, drawing out slowly, then
pushing forward, then again and again, gradually he picked up speed and
Oliver blurted out, "Do it Edward, do it hard and fast, it feels so good
now."

Edward began to thrust; he couldn't help himself.  The sensations running
through his body from his cock were nearly making his eyes pop out.
Suddenly his orgasm overtook him, and his body slumped forward on his
brother's back shuddering, he felt pulse after pulse charge through his
penis.  He put his arms around his brother who was also shaking and felt
his little spike, rigid and pulsing also.  They collapsed onto their sides,
staying locked together, they were both panting.  Still holding his little
brother's hairless cocklet, Edward kissed the side of his face.  Oliver in
a rather panting manner said, "I wished I could have been looking in your
eyes then."  Edward replied, "I'm sure there must be a way, maybe we should
ask Charles."

They actually dozed off for a while and when Edward woke, he realised that
his penis had softened and slipped out of his brother.  He rearranged
himself and pulled his brother to his chest.  He softly kissed his lips
whispering love to him.  Tears began to flow which dripped upon Oliver's
face.  Being only partly asleep it woke him.  He moved his hands up to hold
his brother's head and kissed his lips.  Edward said, "When I was inside
you and spent, the extent of my love for you hit me like a cannon ball, do
you feel like I do?"  Oliver briefly kissed his lips again and said, "Oh
yes, and maybe more."  They kissed on, tenderly at first, then more
passionately.

At a natural break Oliver said, "Shall we try putting the bone cock into
your bum, I think you'll like it."  Edward agreed and reached for the
artificial phallus.  Oliver picked up the pot of grease and using a finger
smeared some over the carved bone.  Edward suggested that he lay on his
side so that they could see each other at the same time.  He laid on his
side and lifted his knees toward his abdomen; Oliver knelt by his side and
lent over.  He dabbed some more goose grease on his finger and started to
work on his brother's anus.  Edward liked the feeling.  As Oliver got
bolder, he inserted his forefinger and moved it around, spreading the
lubricant.  After a short while, Edward said that it felt good and to use
an additional finger.  Oliver didn't hesitate and began working Edward's
hole with his first two fingers.  It wasn't long before Edward suggested
adding another.  Oliver was enjoying himself and delighted in making his
brother feel good, but he was determined to get Edward to the next level
and sensing that Edward was quite relaxed, reached for the carved cock and
replaced it in Edward's opening as he slid his fingers out.

Oliver gradually pushed it in, and Edward did not struggle against the
intrusion at first.  Suddenly though there was a jolt of pain and Edward
gasped.  Oliver, realising that he may have gone too fast took off the
pressure and let Edward get his breath back into a stable routine.  He
apologised but Edward just dismissed it with an `It's OK' look and nod to
his brother.  A couple of minutes later Edward signalled his brother that
it was ok to continue and Oliver, a little more carefully now, put some
more pressure on the carved bone cock.  It went right in; the carved
testicles were up against Edward's buttocks.  Edward was breathing calmly.
Oliver laid in front of him and he straightened his legs a little.  Oliver
saw that his brother's penis was very hard indeed and reached for it.  He
encircled it with his and said, "I think this is harder than it's ever
been."  Edward agreed with him and said, "It hurt a bit for a while when it
was half-way in, but now that it's in there properly it feels wonderful."
Oliver stroked his brother's cock and said, "I thought you would like it,
just wait until you feel the real thing.  I think I might even be a little
jealous that Charles will do you before me, but his penis is so much larger
than yours, I know it might take some time before I can take it."

Oliver laid down and took his brother's hard penis into his mouth.  He
reached over with his right hand and gripped the testicles of the
artificial penis.  As he sucked his brother, he began to move the phallus
around a little, then started gentle in and out movements.  Edward was
getting very excited and Oliver suddenly felt his brother convulse and
tasted something in his mouth.  Realising what had happened he stopped
moving the phallus.  He moved up and kissed his brother, pushing his tongue
forward.  They shared the taste of Edward's minor emission.  Once calm
Edward said, "That was amazing, that thing was rubbing something inside me
which was really sending me silly, it's a good thing I was laying down, or
I think I'd have fallen over."  He paused a while as said, "I think I
understand more now about what you feel, I think I would like to fall
asleep with the `Sailor's friend' in my bum and my cock in yours."

The snuggled back into their spooned embrace and cuddled.  Edward felt
himself hardening again, proximity of his cock to his young brother's firm
round buttocks was like an aphrodisiac to him.  He reached down and located
the grease pot and dipped a couple of fingers in.  He brought his fingers
to his brother's tight hole and massaged them in.  Once Oliver was
lubricated Edward slid his penis slowly into his brother, seemingly without
any resistance.  It was tight and warm and felt good.  He clenched his anal
muscles around the object in his arse, and that felt good too.  They were
both very tired and as older brother embraced his younger sibling the fell
asleep.

They slept soundly, in a tight embrace.  During the night Edward woke to
find that he had slipped out of his brother.  Wiggling the `Sailor's
friend' a bit, it did not take him long to get stiff again.  He slid into
his brother with ease and relished in the tight grip of his brother's anal
muscles.

The early morning light was seeping in around the curtains when they awoke.
Edward had slipped out of his brother again but realised that he would have
to go upstairs and ensure that the water heating fires were lit.  He
wondered if he dare try with the bone phallus still inside him. Then
thought `what if I meet Freddy?'  He plucked up courage and decided to go
for it.  He manoeuvred himself out of the bed, very conscious of the rod in
his bum.  He flung on a long shirt and slippers only and then made his way
upstairs.  As he moved, he found that he was being massaged from within.
It was tricky to walk properly, let alone do the stairs but he was quite
enjoying himself, it was quite arousing.  He was fully hard again by the
time he entered the upstairs room.  Freddy was there, crouched by the
grate, prodding the fire.  He was wearing the same nightshirt as before,
hitched up around his thighs, it showed his juvenile genitalia clearly.  He
looked at Edward and focussed on his erect penis.  He said nothing just
moved over and began to suck Edward.  As he caressed Edward's buttocks, he
ran his finger between his cheeks.  When he found the base of the bone
cock, he stopped sucking and said.  "Mmm, I see the master is getting you
ready to take his cock, you will enjoy being rodgered by him, he is a good
lover, I miss being with him."

He returned to sucking Edward for a while and broke away again saying,
"Well, I suppose you are the favoured ones now and we'll be forgotten."
Edward felt he had to say something and pulled Freddy off his cock and
stood him up.  He held young Freddy's face in his hands and said, "I'm new
to all this, but what I have learned so far is that Charles is a caring man
and indeed he remains very fond of you and your brother.  He regrets not
being able to be with you more but fears that because of the forthright way
you approach men his association with you could land him in trouble.  He
does not want to end up with a reputation like his father.

Freddy pondered on what Edward had said and looked down.  With a sadness in
his voice he whispered, "I did not realise, I just got so excited with what
I had discovered I wanted more and more, and it didn't matter where I got
it.  Some people are already turning against me.  He started to cry.
Edward held him and although only being a couple of years older than him
felt that he needed to say something adult to calm the boy.  He held the
boy tightly and said, "If you are prepared to be more discrete, I will be
happy to talk to Charles."  He wiped away the boy's tears with his shirt
and said, "I would like it very much if we could be friends with you and
Joseph, my little brother could do with a friend near his own age and to be
honest, so could I.  We only have each other really."

Freddy had calmed down and Edward said, "This is all so new to us, we had
no-one, but now we have Charles, we think that he genuinely cares about us,
and you, but we don't know where this will lead.  If our future could
include you and Joseph, we'd be very happy."  Edward lent down and kissed
Freddy's cheek and suggested that he out to return to the kitchens.  Freddy
nodded and kissed Edward's cheek.  Before he left, he said, "Thank you
Edward, I will really try, I do miss Charles, he has always been so caring
toward me, I know that's different from the sex and, I realise, it means
much more."

Edward was quite pleased, and he made his way gingerly down the stairs to
their room.  Oliver was asleep and Edward kissed him awake.  He told Oliver
of his encounter with Freddy and the talk they had.  He lent in and cuddled
his brother for a while, before long that `ting' sounded again.  Edward
went to collect the tea and took it through to Charles.

Charles regarded the handsome boy before him, his stiff cock barely covered
by his silky shirt.  He sat up a little and Edward passed him his tea.
Charles motioned for him to join him in bed and Edward moved carefully.
Charles realised that Edward was not moving freely and commented.  Edward
turned around and bent over. "Oh, my word, Edward."  Edward laid on his
side and faced Charles, who said, "Come closer dear boy, let me feel you
against me."  Edward snuggled in, rather liking the bodily contact with
this man.  With his free hand Charles stroked the boy ending up on his
buttocks.  He slid his fingers between the cheeks until he me the stump of
the false cock.  With a little pressure on it he moved it around, Edwards
groaned and pressed his groin against his master.  Charles asked him
whether he liked the feeling of it inside him and Edward proceeded to tell
him that it had been there all night.  Edward said, "Once I became used to
it, I really liked the way it made me feel.  It's a little difficult to
move around though, but when I was doing it with Oliver, every time I moved
it gave me a rush of pleasure."

Charles said, "I'm sure that when that happened it gave your little brother
a rush of pleasure too, lucky boy.  Given that you've had that inside you
for a fair few hours I'd venture to suggest that moving on to the real
thing shouldn't present you with any difficulty."

Edward said, "I'd like you to do it to me Charles, I think I'm ready.
Although we've only known you properly for a few days we feel like we've
known you all our lives; never before have we felt this at ease with
anyone.  I want to try it, but I wouldn't trust anyone else."  Charles,
still manipulating the stump of the `Sailor's friend' replied, "My dearest
boy, I feel the same about you two.  You have become fast friends.  I would
be honoured to be your first and I promise that I will be tender and gentle
with you, dare I say `loving'.  I cannot say how thrilled I am that you
want me to be the one to take your virginity.  It is a very special event."

They stayed cuddling for a while and periodically Charles would lean down
and kiss the boy's forehead. Oliver appeared and Edward asked him to go and
start to draw the bath. He was back in a few minutes. He saw Charles
manipulating the end of the bone phallus and the effect it was having on
his brother.  He said, "I think my brother is now feeling all those things
I felt, and it looks like he likes it.  Maybe later we can try that thing
in me."  Charles was surprised and smiled at Oliver, hoping that he would
be included in that experiment.  He motioned the boy to him.  Oliver took
Charles' cup away and set it down.  Charles lifted the covers and Oliver
slipped in, he cuddled up to Charles and ran his hand down the man's chest
and abdomen only to find his brother's hand stroking that big cock.  Oliver
moved his hand under and found the man's heavy testicles, which fascinated
him.  He rolled them around for a while.

A few minutes passed and Charles suggested that they ought to head into the
bathroom, before there was a flood.  As Oliver arose, he moved in and
kissed Charles on the lips, then lent down and kissed his brother
similarly.  He scampered off to the bathroom and Charles began to rise.
Edward also tried to right himself.  Charles lent forward and said quietly,
"Can I kiss you darling boy."  Edward nodded and their lips moved together.
It was slow and meaningful.  Charles broke off and Edward looked into his
eyes, there was the beginning of a tear forming. Charles said, "I think I
am becoming quite besotted with you Edward, and of course young Oliver, but
I feel it is you that could easily steal my heart."  Charles began to move
away, and Edward studied him in his nakedness, a fully aroused, virile,
handsome young man.  Edward knew there was something more to his feelings
for this man, something he didn't understand; it caused a yearning deep
inside him.

Edward was the last to arrive in the bathroom and Charles and Oliver were
already in the tub.  Charles began to wash Oliver whilst Edward gingerly
climbed over the rim.  To make room for his brother Oliver moved onto
Charles' lap.  He pulled the man's hard penis up under his balls, so it
stuck out from between his legs.  He giggled at the sight and so did both
of his companions.  Oliver began to stroke the knob, but Charles asked him
to hold off for a while because he was too aroused and wanted to `save
himself'.  Charles concentrated on finishing the bathing of Oliver, he
couldn't resist wiggling a soapy finger into the boy's hole whilst stroking
his spike.  Oliver squirmed with pleasure.

Edward was happy with his bottom seated under the water, he was sitting on
the base of the of the thing planted in his arse and he liked the feeling.
He wiggled around a little and stroked his rod.  Oliver broke the moment by
saying, "Are you going to let Charles put his thingy in your bum Edward?"
Charles calmed him and told him that it would only happen at Edward's pace
and at his wish.  Edward nodded though and said, "I want to try it Charles,
but I am a little frightened."  Charles replied, "I know dear boy, I
remember that concern, I have promised that I will be careful and
considerate, and I assure you I will.  If at any time you want to stop, I
will."

Oliver realising that the moment had come, slid away from Charles, who was
getting to his knees.  Edward turned over onto his knees also and presented
his backside.  Using the soap Charles massaged the boy's buttocks and the
area around the protruding base of the foreign object.  As he worked his
fingers around the phallus base, he wiggled it around and gradually
withdrew it.  Suddenly it was out, and Edward gasped.  Charles rinsed his
hole with water and soaped it again.

True to his word, he proceeded slowly. He started with one finger, rubbing
it against Edward's hole which puckered outwards, almost inviting him
in. Then he slipped it inside. It was well-soaped and to Edward it felt
fantastic. He worked it in and out for a long time, until Edward thought I
might feint.  Just when Edward was about to say something, Charles slipped
a second finger inside. It seemed an eternity before he began to twist and
scissor them.  Charles wanting to ensure that the boy was properly relaxed
continued for a good while. Every time Edward was on the verge of losing
either his mind or erupting into orgasm, Charles proceeded to the next
level.  For Edward it was magnificent and intense at the same time.

Charles was careful to avoid touching both Edward's prostate or his
erection. Even so, it got to the point where Edward felt like he might
explode at any moment. By the time Charles wiggled his thumb in next to the
three fingers he already had buried inside of the boy, he couldn't take it
anymore. "Oh God, Charles," Edward breathed out on a moan. "I cannot take
any more, I need it inside me. Now."  Charles didn't need much more
convincing.  Edward steadied himself on his knees, elbows on the edge of
the bath, bottom in the air, he wanted this so much. His breath was
shaky. It was everything he could do not to grab his own erection and begin
pumping it furiously. It seemed to take a lifetime before Charles finally
positioned himself behind him. Charles hands spread his cheeks wide. A
second later, he could feel it, the head of Charles' manhood against his
entrance. It stopped there. Edward nearly sobbed. "Please." He begged.

It wasn't Charles' intent to tease him.  After another moment's hesitation,
he slowly began to breach the boy's entrance. Despite the preparations, the
head of his cock felt huge to Edward.  He couldn't stop the surprised
breath escaping him.  Charles kept going very slowly.  Fortunately, the
pain wasn't too intense. It was more like a slow, aching burn. Once the
head was fully seated inside, Charles stilled his movements, panting
heavily. "You're so tight," he said. It sounded like it was taking every
ounce of his willpower to restrain himself. "Are you okay?" "Yes," Edward
said. "Just give me a minute to adjust."  He rested his forehead on his
wrist, breathing slowly in and out through his nose.  Charles stayed where
he was inside him, the tip of his erection nestled in his hole.  Edward
could feel Charles' thighs behind his own, shaking with the effort to stay
in one place.  Charles released one of his cheeks and laid that hand on his
lower back, where he began to rub in slow circles.

Edward relaxed at the touch.  After a minute or two, he felt his internal
muscles begin to loosen around the intrusion.  Charles waited another
minute before asking, "Okay?"  Edward nodded against his wrist, closing his
eyes. "Okay."  Slowly, Charles slid the rest of his member inside, checking
with Edward several times along the way to see if he needed a pause.  He
didn't.  It wasn't until all of Charles' erection was fully seated, his
groin pressed tight to the boy's bottom, that he stopped again.  His hands
were on Edward's hips, gripping tight.  He wanted nothing more than to
start thrusting, but he didn't, waiting for the go-ahead from Edward.

Edward stalled for a moment, relishing the feel of the man inside him, hot
and heavy, filling him completely, before he could say anything, Charles
said, "I have to start moving."  Edward nodded in agreement; Charles
started in slow, shallow strokes to allow the boy to get used to it.  What
started out as shallow, gentle thrusts quickly turned into long, slow
glides.  Charles pulled all the way back, until the head had nearly popped
free, before sliding all the way back in.  It was almost maddening. He'd
been generous with both his preparations and the lubrication, so the burn
was quickly forgotten, turning into something sweeter, more pleasurable.
Edward felt the waves of pleasure moving up his spine. Noises tumbled out
of Edward's mouth, noises he couldn't control. There were no words, just
sounds. He bit his wrist, trying to stifle them, until Charles said that he
wanted to hear them.  That's when he stopped trying, and let the moment
overtake him.  As soon as he completely let go, Charles did, too. His
thrusts sped up, shorter and harder. The first one that hit Edward's
prostate had him crying out.

Instinctively, the boy widened his knees and began to push back against
Charles, seeking out the hard jabs.  Charles accepted the encouragement.
With each thrust, he sought out the boy's sweet spot, hitting it again and
again, relentlessly.  The sounds made were the very definition of wanton:
skin slapping against skin, the squelch of soap.  Edward could already feel
his orgasm building deep in his groin.

Just as Edward's orgasm began to build, one of Charles' hands found its way
to his cock. He gripped it tight and masturbated hard, in short, almost
brutal bursts.  Edward cried out again.  The feel of Charles all around him
and inside of him was consuming.  Within a few minutes the boy was
orgasming, his eyes squeezed shut.  It was the most intense orgasm he could
recall having.  Edward's channel closed tight around Charles' cock and he
stilled.  For a moment, Edward wasn't sure if that was it for him, too, or
if he was going to keep going.  But then Charles made a sound, almost
helpless moan.  He ground all the way into the boy, rotating his hips in
slow circles.  Edward felt Charles' cock twitching and throbbing inside
him.  He felt squirts of heat coating his insides.

Charles deflated against Edward's back, draping over him, supporting his
own weight with his hands on the bath's rim. His breath skittered across
Edward's upper back in short pants.  Neither of them said anything for a
long time. There wasn't anything to say.  They were breathless with
exertion and spent.  It was everything Edward had wanted, and better than
he'd imagined.  Eventually, once his erection softened, Charles carefully
pulled out.  Edward winced at the sensation.  Charles took a jug and rinsed
the boy's backside, lovingly stoking away the soap.  Edward turned around
slowly and sat in the water, he looked exhausted.  Charles sat back down
too and rinsed his penis.

Nothing was said until Oliver piped up, "Wow, that was incredible, you got
Charles' big thing all the way inside you Edward, I want to try it soon."
Edward smiled at his young brother and said, "One step at a time dear
brother, perhaps you need to try the Sailor's friend first."  They all
chuckled.

The water was cooling so they hastily finished their washing, taking turns
in washing each other down. Afterward, they towelled dry and retired to
Charles' bed.  They cuddled under the bedclothes, Charles in the middle.

As they lay in bed, snuggled together, Edward told them of his encounter
with Freddy earlier that morning and what he had said.  Charles was pleased
and complimented Edward on his adult-like handling of the situation.
Charles went on to say, "I would like it if you could make friends of those
boys, they are good at heart and you should have friends of your own age,
something I never had, unfortunately.  Maybe you'll be able to help Freddy
to curb his wayward manner."

They were disturbed by the dumb waiter bell, indicating that breakfast had
arrived.  The boys scurried through to collect the trays and brought them
into the salon.  The three sat and ate breakfast there was a contented air
about them, they were all naked still and no thought was given to that
fact, they were so at ease.  After breakfast Charles announced that
schooling would commence and that they would use his study but for the sake
of his concentration he suggested that they all put on a garment or two.
Before Edward and Oliver went to get something to wear, they helped Charles
into his kaftan and slippers.  Charles' kaftan did not disguise the outline
of his manhood, indeed it rather accentuated it.  The boys gave each other
secret looks and grins as a result.  Charles was not oblivious though; he
rather liked the way the boys looked at him.

Charles set out a programme of study for each boy and helped them locate
the books they would need.  Today, Oliver was studying geography and Edward
history.  Oliver was a little envious because he suspected that some of the
books Edward was studying might include pictures of naked or semi-naked men
and boys.  He was delighted to discover that some of his geography books
included line drawings of naked tribes' folk.  The boy's studied through
the morning and were assisted and mentored by Charles.  Charles was rather
liking his new role, feeling more fulfilled than he had for a long time.

Both the boys and Charles enjoyed the questions raised and Charles
delighted in providing answers and information.  Each time he walked up to
the boys their eyes went to his swaying manhood, which was often almost
hard by the time he returned to his chair.  Oliver was tempted to reach out
and stroke it but knew that his brother would chastise him if he became
distracted from his studies.  It did make his little cock stiff though, and
if the truth be known, Edward's also.

As lunchtime drew near Charles dressed himself and disappeared for a while.
When he returned he announced that he had arranged for a picnic lunch to be
prepared and that a horse and carriage be readied as he was going to take
the boys on a tour of the estate, whilst at the same time he would attend
to estate matters with various tenants.

After a while Charles suspended the class and announced lunch, he suggested
that the boys wear outdoor clothes, but not their `Sunday Best'.  As they
walked through the mansion's cavernous entrance hall, they encountered the
butler, who was much more respectful than previously.  Out front a young
footman was holding the reins of a beautiful horse, which was tethered to a
small two-seater carriage.  The boys looked at him and thought he looked
very handsome, if a little familiar.  Charles approached the carriage and
brought the boys in close he said, "Hello Joseph, how lovely to see you
back, I do hope that your aunt is better now.  These are Edward and Oliver;
as I suspect you have already heard; I have taken them under my wing.  The
poor boys have no one in the world."

Joseph replied, "Yes Master Charles, I had heard, they are very lucky
indeed to have your patronage."  He looked at the boys and said quietly,
"Master Charles is a kind man with a big heart, do not abuse his trust,
like Freddy has.  He does not deserve it."  The comment further reinforced
the feelings that the boys were getting about Charles.  Edward replied, "I
can assure you that we will not, Charles has shown us more kindness in the
short time we've known him than any of our foster-parents ever did.  I have
met Freddy and can see that he is a bit of a handful, I would like it very
much if we could all be friends, maybe making new friends might help calm
him."  Joseph chucked and said, "I do hope so, although it's like trying to
hold a tiger by its tail sometimes.  Enjoy your ride."

The boys settled into the carriage, one either side of Charles.  With a
shake of the reins and a click of the tongue, the horse started forward.
They travelled lanes and tracks as Charles described which area was which
and where the respective tenancies started and finished.  Occasionally he
stopped to speak to a farmer or worker.  Each time he introduced Edward and
Oliver but offered no explanation as to their position.  Some of the areas
they covered were known to the boys as the village was not that far away,
but some were new to them.

They found themselves in a meadow at the end of a track which seemed to go
nowhere particular.  It was beautiful with wildflowers and hedgerows, they
were high-up and the outlook was striking, vast swathes of land, fields and
forests could be seen.  They boys were struck by the views.

Charles announced that they and reached their lunch destination and with
the boys' assistance they unloaded the blankets and baskets for the picnic
from the rear of the carriage.  They laid out the blankets and baskets and
all sat down.  It was gloriously sunny and warm, and Charles announced that
he was going to take off his shirt.  He said, "Feel free to get
comfortable, nobody will see us here, if you wish you can run around naked.
And, if you do, I might join you.  I have often come here to be at one with
nature and being naked is the best way to do that, it is very therapeutic."
The boys giggled and couldn't get their clothes off fast enough.  They
teased Charles and undressed him; he didn't put up any resistance!  They
laid back on a blanket one boy each side of their new friend.
Instinctively they cuddled into him.  He hugged them and kissed each one on
the lips in turn. Oliver's hand went to Charles' rising penis and he kissed
the boys again, it lasted a little longer this time. He said, "Do you mind
me kissing you?  I feel that I cannot help it.  Edward replied, "We like it
Charles, you are the first person we've kissed, apart from each other that
is, and we really like doing that too."  Charles said, "I think we should
eat, then we can relax."

The opened up the baskets to find a sumptuous picnic which they shared.
During their meal they all remained in bodily contact in one way or
another.  When they were fed and full, they cleared the baskets away and
laid on the blanket again, in the same position.  Charles said, "Let's just
lay here and enjoy where we are for a little while, I just want to hold you
both."

They laid there for a while and each of the boys had put a leg over one of
Charles as they snuggled into each side.  Both boys were hard, so was
Charles.  The boys took turns in caressing Charles' rigid member.  There
was no urgency, just tenderness.

Needless to say, it was Oliver who made the first move, he scooted down and
began licking Charles' cock.  He looked up to see that Charles and Edward
were kissing and Charles was stroking Edward's cock.  Oliver wasn't jealous
at all, he thought it nice, and returned to licking and sucking Charles'
magnificent member, dreaming of the day that it would be inside him.  He
especially liked wiggling his tongue under the foreskin until Charles
became so hard that the spare foreskin had gone.  He moved his mouth to
Charles testicles and lapped at them before taking one at a time into his
mouth, weighing them on his tongue and sucking them gently.  He felt his
brother moving and saw Edward's face move in toward his.  Edward took over
sucking on Charles cock and managed to turn himself around so that Charles
could suck him at the same time.  Oliver joined his brother working on
Charles' cock, their tongues often battling.  After a while, Oliver broke
away and said, "Hey, this isn't fair, no one is sucking me."  Charles
apologised and suggested a new tri-angular arrangement, so that everyone
had a cock in their mouth.  Charles sucked Oliver's young spike, Oliver
sucked Edward, who sucked on Charles.  They were all in a passionate frenzy
until Charles announced that his time was near.  Without any prompting bot
boys centred their hands and mouths on Charles and presented their groins
to him.  As they lapped and sucked, he tried to draw them both into his
mouth at once.  Suddenly there was an eruption and Charles' member began
spurting copious quantities of semen all over the faces and into the mouths
of the two boys.  They were astonished but continued lapping, tasting the
spicy cream still coming out as it as Charles finished ejaculating.

They looked at each other's faces streaked with semen and instantaneously
both smiled.  Oliver said, "Let's show Charles" and without another word
they both turned toward Charles and showed their sperm covered faces.
Charles, still trying to get his breath back said, "Oh my darlings, look at
you covered in my seed. It's looks splendid and I'm sure will do your
complexion the world of good.  Let me clean you, let me lick you clean.
Oliver, not wanting to miss out said, "Can I help?"  Everyone smiled and
Charles nodded.  The three faces joined together. Charles was licking his
semen from Edward's face and pushing it into Edward's mouth with his
tongue.  Oliver was lapping at his brother's face and savouring the
taste. Once Edward was clean, Charles turned his attention to Oliver's face
and repeated his action.  Oliver was sucking the semen from his tongue with
a hunger.  Eventually they became conjoined in a three-way kissing frenzy.
Tongues battled in the centre.  They finally broke away and laid back.
Edward fetched some lemonade from the hamper, and they all sipped some.

Realising the neither boy had orgasmed, Charles suggested that they `help
each other out'.  Eagerly the boys set to it, top to tail.  Charles was
enthralled at the passion between these to brothers.  It was not long
before there was a grunting noise and the boy's bodies convulsed in unison.
Within moments they all resumed kissing, Oliver keen to share his brother's
emission.

Charles gathered the boys to him and kissed each gently on the lips.  He
said, "I want you to know how happy you have made me.  Whatever happens, or
is said, in the future, please know that my feelings for you are genuine."
Edward was puzzled by yet another cryptic comment from Charles.  He felt
that he could not let it pass and said, "Charles, we are feeling the same
way about you, but what do you mean, what is there that could spoil our
friendship, you have made comments which make me worry.  Now that we have
gotten so close, please don't let us fear losing you, I don't think we
could bear it."

Charles hugged them tighter and kissed them both, in turn.  He said, "My
father delighted in bringing me down to earth by reminding me of certain
circumstances and occasions which I had probably put to the back of my mind
deliberately.  They have a direct bearing on you both and your future.
These are not casual matters, but ones which could make you decide that you
want nothing more to do with me, and now, I do not think I could bear that
either.  I am fearful of sharing these matters with you for that reason."

Oliver leapt in with, "No matter what it is Charles, we love you and don't
care what it is."  Edward thoughtfully said, "I have always known there was
something important that we did not know, even before we came to be with
you.  Since being with you that feeling has grown stronger. As Oliver says,
we know you enough now not to fear anything you might have to tell us.
Nothing could be worse than the life we've had until we came to be with
you."

Charles nodded and kissed them both on the lips again, almost fearful that
it might be his last chance.  Although choked up with emotion, he began,
"Edward, Oliver, you will recall that I told you about my father's methods
for trying to make a man out of me.  Well.... One of the girls my father
forced me to have sexual intercourse with was your mother."

A shock wave passed through the boys and they were lost for words.  The
import of this information didn't quite register at first.  Oliver was
quick to say, "That doesn't change the way we feel about you Charles."
Edward nodded in agreement, but Charles knew he had to explain the
ramifications.  He went on with, "Boys, at the time this started happening
I was fifteen years old, as was your mother, and it continued for a couple
of years. You must realise the implications.  Initially my father would
demonstrate his prowess with the girl before I was expected to perform.
Your mother became pregnant with you Edward.  My father had her spirited
away until you were born and then had you looked after in the village,
supposedly anonymously.  Your mother was then brought back to the house so
that my father could oversee the completion of my sexual education.  I
developed genuine feelings for her, I truly did. This time though he did
not demonstrate but expected me to perform under his instruction."

After some months of regular `tuition', your mother became pregnant again.
Again, she was spirited away somewhere, during which time her parents died
of typhoid, as did many around here.  Sadly, then she died whilst giving
birth to you Oliver.

Realisation hit the boys hard, everyone was quiet.  The boys, still laying
in contact with Charles instinctively cuddled up to him.  He encircled them
with his arms and said, "I cannot help the feelings I have for you both and
it took me too long to realise what confusion I was getting you into, I am
truly sorry.  I did not mean to deceive you or cause you distress."

Oliver blurted out, "You are my father", but did not seem angry, rather he
sounded delighted.  Edward thoughtfully said, "What about me Charles, what
am I?"  Charles said, "Edward, it is entirely possible that you are my son
too, indeed I hope and pray that you are, but there is a possibility that
you may be my father's son, my half-brother."

They all laid there in one embrace, slowly taking in the magnitude of these
revelations, nothing was said for some time.  It was finally Charles that
broke the silence, he said, "My father tried to use this information
against me saying that my suspected involvement with you both should be
ceased immediately as it was unnatural.  I reminded him about his abuse of
young girls and that he had even raped his own sister when she was very
young.  He didn't know that I knew about that and it floored him
completely.  I also reminded him that you boys were his, and my, rightful
heirs and I told him there would be no more descendants after you, so he
had better recognise you both legally or his lineage and titles would end
with me.  My next battle with him is, with your permission, to have you
both formally and legally recognised as my sons.  It is my dearest wish."

Oliver spoke next, he said quietly, "I am glad that you are my father,
we've never had a father and I like you. I think you'll be good at it."
Edward continued with, "I would be pleased to be your son too.  I want you
to teach me everything about the world.  I knew there was something special
about you as soon as we were together."

Charles shed a silent tear. The boys realised and hugged him tightly.
Charles said between heavy breaths, "My dear, dear, boys you will never
know what this means to me.  In the short time we have had together I have
realised what has been missing in my life, you."  After composing himself
he went on, "I realise that our intimacy is unusual and we must be very
discrete, so I propose that we move away from the Manor House to the Dower
House; we can dispense with all the servants and just live as a family."

Chapter 3 to follow soon