Date: Sat, 1 Feb 2014 05:50:21 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Tour Delight Some readers accuse me of being fascinated by-true- and focused on-not true-young teenage boys with big cocks. That appears to be true for a majority of my readers, of which there is a great many, based on the slue of email I get. This story came from a dream. The scene in the opening of chapter II as well as other scenes, are from the dream. The cock on Stuart comes from an actual video that was posted on Chaturbate. The boy who owned it looked to be younger than 15 and I am not lying when I say that it was the biggest cock I've ever seen on a boy so young. Along that vein, no pun intended, I've been witness to many boys with above average endowment for their age. Some things you just can't fake, at least not with a great deal of work. Yet another story of man and boy and sex between them. Take it or leave it as the laws of your area dictate. Otherwise, N-joi Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ It started in the buffet line at breakfast. How I had missed him before is beyond me. I have a boy-dar that surprises even me sometimes. I'll get this feeling that some people talk about; having a feeling that someone is watching you so you look around. Or the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. That's what I get. I take a quick scan of my surroundings and sure enough there's a boy within 50 feet of me. He's not looking at me mind you, just doing what he's doing, it's my own senses that pick up his vibes or whatever the hell you want to call it. I don't question it, I just go with it. So, there we were in the line and both reach for the same sausage in the pan, our tongs almost clacking together. I looked up into the most amazing blue eyes I'd ever seen. They were surrounded by long lashes and thick brown eyebrows. Below them a short and very slightly bobbed nose had a light smattering of freckles across the bridge. Further down my brain registered perfectly kissable lips parted to show crystal white and orthodontist straight teeth. His skin was flawless, a slight rose color on his cheekbones. His hair was a medium blond, cut short but not buzzed, and longer in the bangs and gelled up as was the current style, or the style in the 1950's, take your pick. The boy was beyond cute. "Are we going to fight over this sausage," he asked, his voice probably only a few hours from changing into the slightly deeper voice of a maturing boy. "Only if you're willing to wrestle," I said. Sometimes things shoot out of my mouth without passing through the censor part of my brain. It has produced, at times, some highly entertaining responses, more than few of them embarrassing. He furrowed his brows, grinned, and said "How terribly intriguing. I would have to give that some very careful deliberation." What kind of 13, maybe 14 year old talked like that? The answer is generally easy; a boy who has a high IQ or one raised in wealth. Both of us still had our tongs on each end of the fat 6 inch tube of fried meat. "Meanwhile, what do you propose we do? I am willing to share...my sausage." There was a distinct twinkle in his incredible eyes "I think that sharing your sausage could well be the highlight of my life." "I would think so," he replied. "Then that is what we'll do." He set his plate down and picked up his knife. "How much do you think you can handle," he asked. "As much as you're willing to give," I retorted. Mind you there were plenty of sausages in the pan but the adorably cute boy was willing to play the charade so what the hell. "Well under certain circumstances I'd be willing to share it all but I am rather hungry this morning. How about half?" "Half is a very good start. Perhaps other circumstances will present themselves in the near future," I said. "I certainly hope so," he responded quickly. He sliced the sausage in half and presented it to me so I held my place across the pan to him. "I hope this is filling enough for you." "I'll probably take a little more," I said and picked another whole sausage up and put it on my plate. "You can handle that much," he asked. I nodded my head. "Easily." "Hmmm impressive; I'd love to see that." "I would love to show you." "Ohhh, those certain other circumstances then." "I certainly hope so," I responded and the boy laughed. We moved down the line to the eggs. I took in his attire as we moved. He was wearing a long sleeved dress shirt of a medium blue with thin white stripes, the cuffs unbuttoned and tucked under, something you don't see that often. His bottom half was clad in khaki slacks and not the kind you find at Walmart or even Sears. I couldn't see his shoes but I would have bet on Oxfords and most likely real leather. "So, how do you like your eggs," the young god asked as we approached the egg collection. "Licked," I said. Yes, I stole the line. "Me too but I also like them roughly scrambled. Sometimes I like to suck a whole egg into my mouth. If it's done right I like the warm gooey juice to squirt into my mouth." I got the double entendre for I knew people that liked to take a whole sunny side up egg in their mouth and pop the yolk. It was apparent that was not the side of the entendre that the boy was referring to. "Likewise," I replied. "It would seem that we have a great deal in common..." And I paused letting the question hand in the air. The boy filled in with `Stuart. "Coby," I answered and he acknowledged with a slight nod. "Perhaps we could get together sometime and compare notes." "I find that a splendid notion Coby. How long are you here?" I explained that I was doing a 2 week tour with option for more and gave him a brief itinerary. The boy fairly glowed but of course kept his composure. "Oh good. It would seem that my aunt-he pronounced it ont-and I are on the same tour, sort of. It seems I need to have exposure to European history and culture." He rolled his eyes and wiggled a hand in the air as if to say "la-de-da". "Let's see," he said looking around. "I need to get bread." Stuart looked directly at me when he said. "I would so love to help you with that," I responded, using direct eye contact as well, then turned my head. "This way." I led him to the bread. "Do you prefer dark or light?" "Oh most definitely white," Stuart replied although I've considered dark on a few occasions. I told him I'd tried dark a few times and found it enjoyable but basically white was my choice. "Hmmm, something else to talk about," he said. As we headed toward tables Stuart suggested that I meet his aunt. We stopped at a corner table where a white haired impeccably dressed lady sat nibbling fruit on the small plate in front of her. She looked like Queen Elizabeth and just as old, was sagging in all the usual places, hair and make-up done to perfection of course. She also wore a fair amount of jewelry, one of which was ring about half the size of Rhode Island. "Aunt Celia, I'd like to introduce you Mr. Coby..." "Williams," I said filling in the blank. "My Aunt, Lady Celia Anne Worthingham." "Oh such nonsense with that "lady" prattle Stuart," she said then looked up at me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Celia is just fine Mr. Williams," she said extending a bony hand with enough diamonds to fund the rest of my natural life, as if I needed that. "Pleased to meet you Celia; please call me Coby. She asked if I was here with others and when I replied no she asked if I would join them. Before I could answer Stuart added his opinion by saying "Splendid idea." I swear to god Celia rolled her eyes but she also had a slight look of mirth on her face. I liked the old gal right off the bat. As we ate we talked of course, firstly about the tour. "I assume you're staying here at the cottage," Celia asked. The "cottage" was a 2 hundred year old 80 room chateau or castle; I don't know the defining difference just outside of a major metropolitan area. I said that I was. We made a little small talk. Tell me Coby what is it that you do," Celia finally asked. I explained that I had an MBA, had worked at it for 13 years, made some money and moved to something less strenuous. I still did some consulting work and was currently doing some freelance writing. "So, you made enough money to able to not work if you chose and don't particularly have ambitions to become extremely wealthy." I said that about summed it up. I would probably be considered to be wealthy but I didn't view it that way. I defined myself as comfortable and not having to worry. Celia nodded, seemingly pleased with that answer. "Tell me about you Stuart," I said looking at the boy who had, for past few minutes, been tapping at my foot with his. It was of course "accidental." "Well," Celia started and I stopped her. "With all due deference and the utmost respect Celia, I would prefer that Stuart answer the question." I smiled hugely at her and could tell immediately that I'd earned a big chunk of respect. I turned to Stuart who had a look of shock on his smooth face. He was clearly flustered at my boldness as he started to speak but he managed. "I've been at Groton for 2 years, maintained a 3.6 GPA, have been on swim team, crew team and tennis. I'm not sure what I want to do yet but I just turned 14 so I've got time. I've actually thought about business, like you Coby or something along those lines. Aunt Celia is my custodian and has decided that she wants me to live in England and go to school there so that's what I'm doing. I moved back officially 2 months ago." "At the risk of causing any problems by asking, are you okay with that?" He looked at Celia, thought about it then said, "Yeah, I am. I'm pretty good with it. I didn't have that many friends there anyway." "Thank you Celia for allowing me that indulgence," I said and she smiled and waved her hand. "Don't worry a second about it Coby. Not many people will talk that way to me and frankly I appreciate when they do." She paused then added, "Within reason of course." I nodded once in her direction. "Tell me Coby; are you here with the usual cattle call tour group?" I nodded my head and said that I definitely was. "What would you say to touring with us, with Stuart and me? You would be doing me a large favor if you did, in fact I'd be willing to pay whatever the tour has cost you up to this point." "Oh gosh," Stuart exclaimed, "That would be awesome Coby." His foot tapping became obviously insistent. I asked why I would be doing her a huge favor. "My health partially, there's a lot of walking and I'm not ready to be moved about in a wheel chair. There are some things that I would like to show Stuart myself but much of it I don't give a rip about. If you were with him I'd feel much more comfortable and could occupy my time at other endeavors." "I guess I don't have any objections to it," I said. "Yessss," Stuart responded with a great deal of enthusiasm. "I'm going to get some more food. Do you want anything Aunt Celia, Coby." I told him some sausage would be nice and I swear he grinned at me. Celia said no thank you. We both watch the boy walk off and of course I admired his tight little ass as it moved beneath the slacks. "He has a very cute butt don't you think Coby?" I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she laughed. "I'm old but not blind or unappreciative of the male anatomy, blood or not. Do you find Stuart attractive?" I told her I thought he was a fine looking boy. She informed me that I didn't exactly answer her question. "And you are an extremely handsome man so don't be surprised if my nephew makes sexual advances toward you, unless he already has. Has he?" I said no and she said fine but she said didn't believe me and that was okay. "I would bet he's been playing footsie under the table the entire time. Lord knows I would be if I were 40 years younger." She laughed again. "My nephew is going through a phase Coby. Of course it could be possible that he's as queer as the proverbial 3 pound note. Either way he's had sexual relations with at least 2 adult males and I have no idea about other boys. Understand that he has no clue that I know and I'm mostly alright with that but of course I have concerns about the motives of men in his situation. I have oodles of money and that boy will inherit it all. Do you see my concern?" I said that I did. "This may sound way out of line so forgive and old lady please." I interrupted her. "An old lady with oodles of money." Again she laughed. "You aren't just a pretty face and you're right so I'll give you that. In any case, if Stuart does make advances toward you AND you are inclined to respond to those advances in a manner that is mutually satisfactory to you both then so be it. I don't know if you are or aren't inclined in that direction and don't care but the point is, if you were then I could rest easier. And I could let nature run its course, whatever that is, and not be hyper vigilant and/or restrictive with him. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She didn't let me answer. "Of course you do. Let me tell you one last thing before wonder boy returns. I am incredibly intuitive when it comes to judging character. Stuart is as well when his considerable pecker doesn't get in the way." She paused and gave me look. "I believe that you Mr. Coby Williams are a man that I can trust implicitly. That being said I'd like to run a background check on you if you don't mind. Oh, I could do it without your permission but I don't want to start out a relationship under that veil. I'm not talking anything huge either just some basics. I would know what I need to know within 24 hours." "What are you two conspiring about," Stuart said approaching the table." I caught a glimpse of his front as he sat and while I don't like to predict some noticeable movement there gave indication of something nice. "Coby commented that you had a nice butt when you walked away," Celia said then popped a grape in her mouth, probably to help keep the smile off her wrinkled face. Stuart leaned back, an expression of incredulity on his face. "That's not what happened at all. Your aunt commented that you had a nice butt, in fact, she said a very nice butt." Stuart looked at Celia with his jaw on his chest. The old woman shrugged her shoulders and popped another grape in her mouth. "What did you say Coby." Celia elected to end her silence. "Coby didn't answer the question." "Are you just trying to start shit Celia, pardon my French." "Oh it's quite alright; I speak fluent French." "Well," Stuart asked, jumping in the conversation. "Well what," I asked. "Do you think I have a nice butt?" "Bingo," Celia said and popped a strawberry in her mouth. "Did he learn this from you Celia?" She knew damned well what I was talking about but shrugged her shoulders. "Learned what? What do you mean by bingo?" "Nothing," Celia and I said at the same time. Stuart looked from one to the other then back at me. "Well?" "Yes Stuart, I think you have a very nice butt. On top of that I think that you're a very cute boy, an attractive young man and being seen on the street or in public with you would certainly make my heart sing." I looked at Celia. "Are you happy now?" The old woman burst out laughing. "You aren't intimidated by much and you don't back down, and you don't take a lot of crap do you?" "No ma'am, I generally do not." She laughed "Coby If I were even 30 years younger I'd show you a thing or two." "Aunt Celia," Stuart said, totally shocked. "What? Do you think that your generation invented sex young man?" I thought the boy was going to have apoplexy. "No but I don't want to hear about your generation doing it either." Celia laughed again. "Well, we're scheduled to start our tour in an hour so we should probably get prepared for that. If you're going to be going with us Coby I'll make arrangements to cancel your current tour plan and get you a refund. I will also arrange for you to have access to the elevator up to floor where the suites are. In fact unless you have other plans you should just come up right now." Plans I didn't, going with my new friends, I did. That said, we got up and headed for the lobby and then elevator. I happened to glance at Stuart and saw that he had an ear to ear grin. "What are you all smiley about," I asked. Celia butted in, "You told him he had a cute ass." The old woman didn't miss a step. I looked at the boy, saw his blush and raised an eyebrow. He nodded his head. The boy was cuter than cute, seemed to be a pretty sweet kid and while I'd only known him for what, 30 minutes, I'd come to believe that I could easily be with him and while that hadn't been my intend, it seemed the gate was open for such an encounter, wide open with a welcome mat. I put my arm around his shoulders and he sunk right against me, put an arm around my waist. "Thanks Coby," he whispered. "You should be thanking me," Celia said without looking over her shoulder. Both Stuart and I laughed. At the elevator Celia got my name on the list and up we went, got off on the top floor and turned right, walked 15 feet to a set of 12 foot tall doors. They opened as we approached and a liveried servant stepped out. "Thank you Jamison," Celia said. "Master Stuart Master Williams," he said. There were a dozen ways he could have known that I was coming and what my name was, it didn't matter. "Thank you Jamison," I said as we walked into the suite of rooms. I'd seen pictures but they didn't do it justice. My new friends' suite was essentially a home inside a home. I didn't know how many rooms, or bedrooms it contained or their sizes but the foyer and main salon, or living room, had to go 1,200 square feet. Celia suggested her nephew give me a grand tour so he did. A formal dining room that sat 12 was just off the main salon and off of that a large well equipped kitchen and butler's pantry. Off of that were staff quarters which were 3 bedrooms and a bathroom according to my young guide. Everywhere I went there was gilt, cherubs, ceilings painted with all manner of scenes, fireplaces, intricate wood floors with large carpets and old heavy furniture. I found out that it contained 4 guest bedrooms including the master suite which we did not go into but Stuart said was quite large and comprised of 4 rooms. "This is my room," the cute young teen said as we passed into a bedroom. It was large, somewhat airy when the huge heavy drapes were opened, contained a sitting room, bedroom and bath. "It's not as big as my one at home but then my room at Groton wasn't much bigger than my bathroom." The suite was clean, no clothes lying around and seemingly arranged nicely. "Should I change into something else for the tour Coby?" I said probably not other than shoes more suitable to a lot of walking. He went to his closet and opened it to reveal a large wardrobe, and pulled out a pair shoes and quickly changed them. "Can I tell you something in confidence Coby?" "As long as I'm around you can ask or tell me anything and if it's in confidence then that's how I'll treat it." I was expecting the gay bombshell but got an unexpected one. "My devious old aunt has something up her sleeve regarding you. I can't even guess what it is but there's something going on. She doesn't take to people easily and she's talking with you like a long lost friend. So, just be prepared for something." I took his words to heart. It would help when Celia announced her "plan" that evening. Back in the main salon Celia informed me that my tour money had been refunded and that she wouldn't be going with us on that particular day. "Would you mind too terribly much Coby?" I told her it was fine. She thanked me profusely then Stuart and I headed out together. We were picked up by a nicely dressed gentleman in a Mercedes Limo with driver. Maxim, his name, shuttled us hither and yon about the city, making various stops where Maxim provided us with an ongoing lecture on the history and culture of the city and the people of the central European country. Stuart remained close to me the entire day including bathroom stops. Fortunately the bathrooms all had urinals separated by short privacy walls or there were toilets in stalls otherwise I'm quite sure that the adorable 14 year old would have been right up next to me. Throughout the day Stuart found plenty of ways to have physical contact with me through little touches to point out something, bring attention to something, to lean up against me slightly if he was laughing, to push me back if I had pushed him or just pushing me. Much of it was typical teen play but of course for Stuart much of it had an ulterior motive. We ended the day with dinner in their suite provided by Celia's chef. Afterward Celia asked if she could speak to me privately and of course I acquiesced to her request. She asked Stuart to find something to occupy his time elsewhere and the boy dutifully headed to his room. "It would appear that you have misrepresented yourself to me young man." The slight smile trying hard not to form at the corners of her mouth let me know it wasn't trouble, as I knew it wouldn't because I knew what she meant. "If you mean that I undersold myself this morning you are quite correct. I tend not to blow my own horn." "Despite the fact that it's a horn that is quite worthy of being blown." It was a statement not a question. "Let's see here. Graduated high school at 16 and entered college earning BA before enlisting in the navy at 18 and eventually becoming a SEAL team leader. Speaks 5 languages OTHER than English, marksman with both pistol and rifle as well as being proficient with numerous other weapons. Accomplished martial artist in 2 styles, instructor status in hand to hand combat, skiing, sky diving and scuba diving. Upon completion of military service was accepted to Harvard, got the MBA and graduated with honors 3rd in your class and picked up enough credits to go for the bar exam. After that you proceeded to be in the right place at the right time with the right people and got out of the business after accumulating a sizable fortune that, while not enormous, would certainly keep you in bread, butter, and Rolls Royce cars if you chose for the rest of your life. However you live quite modestly, drive a 2 year old Land Rover. Under the not taking shit from anyone category it is reported that you told the CEO of a major international company to, and I quote, go fuck himself. This was performed in front of his entire board of directors and was done because one of his business decisions would have displaced hundreds of people as well as trashing about 10,000 acres of valuable agricultural land. Never married, no kids, a sister in Butte Montana, of all places, that you have little contact with. There are a few rumors or hints of homosexuality but there is not one shred of evidence one way or the other." She looked at me with a definite grin. "Did I miss anything?" "Don't think so," I replied. She seemed to think for a moment. "I would like to offer you a job. Starting salary would be £100,000 full benefits 30 days annual vacation. You would live at the townhouse in London during school session and the estate when school was not in session." "So, you want a babysitter for Stuart?" "We call then Nanny's on this side of the pond. In its simplest form the answer is yes but in reality there is a great deal more. I am not being flip when I say that Stuart needs a bodyguard full time and not because of his sexual proclivities although that's certainly a consideration. Further he will need a driver once school starts. He also needs a mentor both as a male in this society as well as academically. You heard him state he's interested in the same things you are which are things I'd like him to be interest in." She stopped and leaned forward. "He is my only heir of any importance. He will need to know how to manage all of this in order to survive. And lastly he is going to need a friend. Someone he trusts and likes and given the moon eyes he makes at you Coby I'd say you're that person for right now. "In addition I'd like you to head my own security team, revamp it, train my people in the things that you excel at. The gentleman that is currently in that position does not inspire faith, loyalty, safety or any other desirable qualities that I need and want. He tends to bully and that includes trying to bully me. "I might ask you to escort me to certain public and business functions where having a man on one's arm is important." She gave me a wicked little grin. "Of course people would assume that you are a paramour." I didn't say anything; Celia knew I didn't give a shit. "There are other things, and other things might come up but that's the crux of it." I had already made my decision but added a few things. "There will be times when I make suggestions and I will have a rating system for them. There will be times when my word is law and I will expect you and everybody else within my constellation to obey them without question. If you, or your people cannot live with that then you need to seek another person." "Fair enough," she said, "We will need to have further discussions about what all of that looks like of course. Are you accepting the position?" "Yes I am Celia which reminds me, in public you will be addressed by me with your title, whatever we agree on. I would prefer Mr. Williams." "Agreed," she said, standing up. She came over and offered her hand. "I cannot begin tell you how thrilled I am to have you on our team and I know Stuart will likely be doing backflips like a circus dog. I would like for you to move up here and take the suite next to his, tonight preferably. Can you do that?" I told her that I would attend to it immediately and she said she'd call downstairs to get me some help with it. I thanked but said that I could manage that on my own. She grinned at me. As I headed down the hall she asked Jamison to please have Master Stuart come to see her. As I walked I wondered how long would I have to fend off the boy before I succumbed? I knew it would come to that, both the fending off and the succumbing. The boy was driven and I was a boy lover, albeit one with integrity. Stuart was as hot and desirable as any of the few boys I'd been with in my life and having his custodial adult basically green light any involvement with him was very tempting indeed. Down 2 floors, I was gathering up my toiletries when there was a knock at the door and I opened it to see a bell boy from downstairs. "I'm to get you moved up to the Worthingham suite?" I let them pass and went back to my toiletries. I didn't have a great deal to pack so 20 minutes later we were back in the elevator. Once again Jamison had the door open before we got to it. Inside the door Stuart was waiting, albeit not patiently. The boy was positively shaking like a dog shitting razor blades but he didn't say a word. "In here please," Stuart directed. I followed Stuart's sexy little butt into my new room and was astounded at the size. It was quite similar to Stuart's; sitting area bedroom and bathroom, which I found out a moment later I shared with Stuart. I had the boy put my bags on the bed and was going to tip him but Stuart shook his head. After the boy had left he said that tipping wasn't allowed on this floor. A heavy gratuity was added to the bill and split among staff that had contact with us. "Gosh this is incredible Coby," Stuart exclaimed. "We just met this morning and not only are we roommates, you're going to be a guardian for me." He stepped up to me as I set my underwear in a drawer. "Does this mean we're going to be able to settle the sausage issue that was left unresolved this morning?" "I think so, eventually," I said, stepping around the 5'6 blonde hottie for another trip to my suitcase. "Well, that's comforting to know that there's an eventual as opposed to a never." "Hold the faith Stuart." He responded by saying always. We made small talk while I finished putting my clothes away. He said that his aunt Celia wanted to see the both of us after you got settle in. On that note I followed the boy out of the bedroom and down the hall all the while eyeballing his tight little ass. I was looking forward to spending time with those globes. Celia was in her sitting room going through correspondence which was being delivered daily. Her room was larger than or Stuart's and more opulent, if that was even possible. She welcomed us to sit down, offered tea and coffee of which I had a cup. "I want to make sure a few things are clear. This is a rather delicate situation and I'm going to need your help it keeping it sorted out. I place a great deal of trust in you Stuart and I don't expect this to be a problem but here it is. While Coby is an employee of mine, he is not your employee. As of this moment I am placing him in charge of your day to day safety and welfare. When I am not present to make decisions on your behalf, Coby has my permission to do so. If problems arise with that arrangement I expect you two to work it out and if it can't be then you'll bring it to me. Am I clear?" We both nodded. She handed me a cell phone. "There are a half dozen phone numbers already in there, their identity clear. I am available 24/7 as they say." She handed me a credit card and a debit card along with a sheath of money. "All expenses, and I mean all, are paid for. If you need more cash get what you need; any ATM will do. "I will be going out with you tomorrow; the following morning I'll be flying to London. You will finish the tour with Stuart Coby and feel free to take any side trips that you'd like to take. Are you going to need to take care of some business back in the States?" I told her I had been giving that some thought and it's possible that I would, yes. She said to let her know and we'd get it figured out. "On that note I'm shooing you out so I can go to bed." "Does that mean you're going to spank me if I'm bad Coby," Stuart asked after we left the room. I told him it was a distinct possibility. He said he'd be sure act out enough for that to happen. Later, we took turns using the bathroom although the boy did find reason to be in there while I was taking a shower. The glass was pretty much fogged so if he was hoping to catch a glimpse it didn't work. Later as I was getting ready to turn in he knocked on my bedroom door and asked to enter. I invited him, and he came in. Stuart was clad only in underwear, a pair of jock style with a wide waist band and separate pouches for the front and the back. His body parts strained at both. It was clear right off the bat the Stuart was hung quite nicely, possibly more so than my own 7½ inches. "I wanted to say goodnight Coby and thank you for accepting the position." I was dressed similar to Stuart although I wore bikini cut briefs, which the boy's eyes gravitated to before he even spoke. "I'll do my best to be good Coby, I promise." We had moved close to each other and in the dim light I could see that he was shaking slightly. "I know you will Stuart," I replied, "I'll do my best to be as fair and objective as possible. I don't want to be a dad but sometimes it may seem that way." The boy smiled. "I wish I had a dad. My parents were killed in an avalanche in Nepal when I was 8. I hardly remember them. I haven't had a steady adult role model other than instructors and of course Jamison." He laughed at the absurdity of the houseman as a role model. "I like the idea of you being that person for me Coby. I think I could learn a lot from you. Well, we should go to sleep. Can I have a hug goodnight?" "You can always have hugs from me Stuart," I said as I opened my arms. The boy melted against me like saran wrap, his arms around my neck, his entire torso connecting with mine at every possible point. The bulge of his cock was very noticeable as was the warmth of his smooth young body. God I missed holding a boy. My hands rubbed gently up and down his back. We stayed like that for a good 30 seconds before he backed away. "I'm gonna get hard if I stay like that Coby." I smiled at him. "That happens sometimes and it's not always a bad thing." "Would it be now?" I told him that it wouldn't be a bad thing right then but it wouldn't be the most opportune either. He said he understood and thanked me for understanding and said goodnight. He turned to go back to his room and I all but drooled at his butt as he walked about, a good percentage of his cheeks exposed on each side of the pouch of fabric that contained the glorious orbs. Before he went through the door to the bathroom he stopped and turned. "Do you really think I have a nice ass?" "You have no idea Stuart." He smiled and left. I was up early the following morning and went out for a run, getting back about 6:30. Jamison of course met me at the door and informed that Celia (madam) requested my presence when I got in regardless of your condition. I followed him to her room where she was having a small breakfast and tea. "Frederick won't be doing breakfast in the suit so will you accompany Stuart downstairs for breakfast then we'll meet about 8." I agreed and headed to my room and a shower. I was in the shower when I saw Stuart standing at the toilet, hunched over slightly. He wasn't wearing anything but the fog on the shower glass and the way he was turned prevented any view of anything but the side of his butt. I saw him glimpse my way before he left. I got out and was finishing up at a sink when he came back in, wearing underwear, and went to the shower. "Want to accompany me to breakfast Stuart," I asked and he shot me a grin and said yes. I told him 20 minutes to which he agreed. I caught his reflection in the mirror as he dropped the clothing, got the water going and stepped in. I wanted that butt in my face. The shower glass steamed quickly so when I was ready to leave I could only make out a foggy image of him moving around even though he was facing me. Ten minutes later Stuart knocked on the connecting bathroom door and I bade him enter. The boy was dressed in similar slacks but the shirt was a rich yellow with very thin blue stripes through it. "You look quite sharp this morning Stuart," I commented. "Thank you Coby," he replied with a genuine smile. Breakfast was uneventful although we did get some looks, almost stares. Stuart did look like he could be "somebody" and I looked like a proverbial bodyguard. In fact when breakfast was over a boy, a little younger than Stuart, approached our table. "Can I have your autograph," he asked in a high pitched shaky voice. When Stuart asked why, stating that he was an ordinary citizen, the boy said, "Ordinary people don't have bodyguards." Stuart signed the paper for him: Stuart Gareth Worthingham III. Celia got a big kick out it when Stuart told her the story. The day was pretty much a repeat of the previous day except that Celia was with us. I enjoyed being around the old gal. A realist, she was highly intelligent, to the point, and had a very good sense of humor. She could make me laugh. Stuart remained Stuart. I was beginning to like the boy quite a bit too, that fact that he was hot as hell only a part of it. Like his aunt he had a high intellectual ability and had a good sense of humor. Like the previous day he found plenty of opportunity to have body contact with me only he let his touches linger longer. He also took put his arm around my waist on more than one occasion. At lunch we sat side by side and Stuart allowed his leg to rest against mine whenever he had the chance and at times actually exerted pressure. The few restroom breaks we had were likewise uneventful for which I was grateful. The day ended with dinner at a local restaurant which was quite good. More than a few waiters ogled Stuart which made me proud that he was with me. Of course there was more light touching, some of which did not go unnoticed by Celia. Frankly I think she was tickled by it. The bathroom scene that night was a little different in that Stuart got in there first. I went to the sink to do my thing and he came out of the shower. I wasn't watching him but could see that he was facing me, stark naked. I know he was hoping I'd turn around but I didn't. When I saw the boy naked for the first time I wanted to be able to man handle him and right then wasn't what I had in mind. "I hope you don't mind me showering first Coby," he said. "I was feeling a little sticky." "No problem Stuart," I said turning and heading toward the glass enclosure, "one of these days we'll probably be showering together. He was drying the front of his body so the good stuff was pretty much covered by the expanse of towel. "Gads I hope so and I hope it's soon," he replied as I dropped my towel. I was facing away from him of course and as I stepped into the glassed in room he said, "God you've got a great butt." "I may well have but you've got a world class dynamite butt Stuart." As I went about showering I noticed that the boy was casting glances in my direction and I didn't hesitate to give him a full frontal shot but of course the steamy glass prevented him from seeing much. It was the same for me when he finally dropped his towel then went to his room. Once again however I got the sense of him being big. He asked permission to enter my room a bit later and came in to see me pulling my briefs on but my back was to him. "I had a great time today Coby," he said softly as he approached me. Wearing a pair of briefs, no fly of course, made me want to pull the garment off and check him out. The front was sagged enough that the waistband curved down dramatically. "What are we doing tomorrow?" I told him we were taking a train to another city about a half hour away to see some attractions. "I had sex on a train once," he grinned, "it was fun." I shared that I hadn't. "It was with a boy from school, it was after dark," he said, not giving me any more information. "Well I suppose we should go to bed." This time he didn't ask for a hug he simply came to me. I enveloped the boy in my arms. My 6'1 to his 5'6 height was perfect for me. Again, I reveled in the warmth of his body against mine, the feel of his cock pressed against me. When he broke away this time he quickly kissed me on the lips then stepped back. "I'm sorry Coby, I shouldn't have done that, it just happened." "Hey, don't worry about it Stuart, I'm far from offended." He cocked his head a little. "Perhaps we should give it a longer go." "Perhaps we will, but not tonight sweet cheeks." As he started to leave I swatted him on the butt as if he just scored a point in a sport. "Ooohh," he said, looking over his shoulder. The following morning I had a private audience with Celia prior to her leaving. She informed me of the date and time the jet would be at the airport to shuttle us back to England, among other things. "Stuart came to see me last night Coby, ostensibly to wish me a safe trip. However the main reason, I believe, was to ask my permission to have a go at you, which was, I thought, terribly sweet. His exact words were, "I want to have sex with Coby very badly auntie and I want to know if I have your blessings." I gave him the brief lecture about engaging employees in that manner, which he fully understands. He went on to say that he knows he's a gay boy, knows that he doesn't want to be with girls, knows that boys are flighty and unpredictable and furthermore thinks that you walk on water." Celia reached out and took my hands in hers. "I've already told you my thoughts on the subject but I want to reiterate. I could not be more pleased if you should decide to acquiesce to Stuart's advances . I know you would honor and respect him and treat him well. You both have my blessings should that be the path you choose." "I have to tell you Celia that this is a most bizarre conversation. I mean, talking with parent, if you will, about having sex with their child." I paused. "That I think the world of Stuart in such an incredibly short time almost stuns me Celia. I haven't had a great deal of love in my love, and little companionship or affection." She actually leaned across the space and kissed my cheek. "Well for what it's worth, Stuart may well love you. I'm finding myself quite taken with you myself although not in the same manner. Thank you for being honest with me. As for the sex issue well, historically the British upper crust has been screwing anybody and everybody outside of marriage for centuries. There are basically 2 rules. The family comes first and don't do anything to embarrass the family. For all our staidness we fuck like rabbits." That I was shocked by her language caused the old woman to laugh. "I told you I spoke French fluently."