Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 12:46:16 +0000
From: Dan <calmdan004@gmail.com>
Subject: Behind the Door Part 1

The following story takes place in the late 19th Century in a time of
money, excess and servants who served masters. The story will not dwell on
the times, but having context is good.

This is a work of fiction, and as I know, there was no one of the
character's surnames in New York Society at this time, and if there was or
is it is not a reflection on them and is a complete work of fiction.

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Behind The Door Part 1

Johnathan padded down the narrow staircase that linked the upper rooms of
the male servants to the family floor. The air was cold as New York moved
into winter. Pausing at the door, he lightly tapped on the wood and heard
the voice within. Entering into the large chamber with rich blue wallpaper,
darkly coloured wood furniture and pictures depicting mythical scenes. A
large wooden four-poster bed sat in the centre and dominated the
room. Unlike much of the rest of the house with its light colours and
feminine charm, this room screamed manly taste. Sat in a large armchair
near the lite fire was Mr Maynard McGhee. He was dressed in a gold
embroidered robe which hung open, exposing the thick thatch of black chest
hair, which appeared almost to be linked to the thick black beard. Dark-set
eyes looked over at Johnathan from under large eyebrows. A light smile was
on his face as he sipped his Brandy. Johnathan was over dressed for the
two, in his charcoal pants and white shirt, a plain robe over his
shoulders. The room was much warmer than the corridor, and Johnathan
enjoyed the warmth as he approached his master. Walking with a definitive
stride, he bent down and kissed Maynard on the lips. The taste of a fine
bourbon mixed with the cigar he had smoked earlier lingered on his
breath. Johnathan felt his cock stir at the intimate touch of the two men.

No sooner had Johnathan's cock started to fill with blood than Maynard's
hand groped at the front of Johnathan's pants. Not wearing any under
garments, Johnathan's hard member jutted forward as Maynard gripped it
through the fabric. Johnathan moaned as the two continued to kiss
passionately, the man's hand grabbing at Johnathan's stiff member. Resting
a hand on the arm of the chair, Johnathan reached into the fabric of the
robe, and he found Maynard's own hard cock. Pushing the fabric to the side,
the cock was released as wrapping his hand around the shaft, Johnathan
pushed down, sliding his hand into the thick thatch of black hair.

With Johnathan's firm grip on his cock Maynard exhaled and placed his glass
on the table next to him. Using both hands, he undid the buttons of
Johnathan's pants, releasing the cock from the dark prison. Johnathan shook
his legs and let the fabric fall to the ground. Now free, the cock bounced
in the warm air under him and struck the cotton. Johnathan had broken the
kiss as he stroked the cock in his hand. With his pants around his ankles,
Johnathan knelt next to Maynard and bent over, taking the fat purple head
into his mouth. With a hand on the back of Johnathan's head, Maynard gasped
as the warmth of the mouth engulfed his cock head. Maynard ran his hand
through the mass of curly brown hair as Johnathan began to suck on his
cock. Bent over the side of the chair, he could look over to see the
younger man's furry butt exposed. With one hand on his head encouraging
Johnathan to suck his cock and take as much into his mouth, Maynard moved
his hand down the man's back and to his beautiful butt. As Maynard stroked
along the furry bum cheek, Johnathan moved his position, leaning further
over as Maynard leaned into the side of the chair, reaching further back
and letting his finger fall along Johnathan's crack. Maynard buried a
finger between the two orbs and located the soft opening into Johnathan's
ass. The young man pushed his ass up into the air to greet the invasion as
a fingertip pushed into the hole. Moaning around the cock in his mouth,
saliva running out the side and down the curve of Maynard's cock and
wetting his mass of pubic hair.

No longer able to contain his own urges, Maynard placed a hand under
Johnathan's chin, raising him up Maynard spoke.

"Enough of that"

Johnathan moved off the cock, which glistened in the light of the
fire. Johnathan knew what Maynard liked and stood up, letting his cock jut
from his body. The member hung in the air inviting Maynard to suck
it. Throwing the fabric of his robe back and adjusting his position, having
slipped down in the chair during his own blow job from Johnathan. Maynard
gripped the base of Johnathan's rigid cock and popped the head into his
mouth. The younger man's hard-on was firm, and Maynard could hang a towel
from the stiff member. Johnathan let out the gasp expected as the cock went
into his master's mouth. Maynard was an expert cock sucker, having sucked
so many in the past. It was a favoured pastime of his. Johnathan stood
there as Maynard twisted in his chair and sucked on his cock. The hand at
his base would be removed from time to time as Maynard slid his mouth and
throat along the length of Johnathan's member. At these moments, Johnathan
would grasp Maynard's thick black hair and thrust in and out of the man's
mouth. Maynard would choke and cough on the cock, pulling back, grasping a
breath and then returning to the cock and choking himself on it
again. Whilst Maynard sucked and gagged himself on Johnathan's cock he
would rub and stroke his own cock. In those breaks for breath Maynard would
spit onto his hand or scoop up the saliva that hung between the two men and
slicken his own cock. Maynard did not want to beat himself off too hard as
he did not yet want to cum.

Johnathan, between encouraging Maynard to choke on his cock stripped off
his robe, discarding it on the floor and undid his shirt and threw it onto
a chair. Otherwise, he stood as though on duty, stroking the side of
Maynard's face and on that moment when he wanted to grasp the back of
Maynard's head and pushing his cock as deeply as it would go. Holding
Maynard in place, he would thrust in and out of the back of Maynard's
throat; the saliva from the man's mouth would drool out the bottom of his
mouth. Down Johnathan's shaft and along the lowest edge of his balls and
fall to the floor. The older man would choke and cough around the cock and
still want more. Johnathan could hold Maynard in place and thrust his cock
deep into the mouth, his balls resting on Maynard's chin. Holding in place
for several minutes as the man's eyes teared and the air in his body ran
out.  Breaking at the right moment before it became to overwhelming for
Maynard. In those moments, Maynard would draw back a glint in his eye which
was more than the tears which rolled out the side of his eyes from the near
choking he received. Johnathan loved to observe the cock of Maynard in
these moments at its hardest and to bounce freely in the air.

The room was warm, but as the two men continued to have sex, Johnathan
could feel the sweat gather on his head and run down his back, along his
spine and into his furry crack. Maynard went between stroking himself and
Johnathan, along with sucking him. His Jaw tired a little after spending so
long on the cock. Taking a break, Maynard sat back in his chair as
Johnathan shucked out of his pants and stood naked. Extending a hand, he
helped Maynard up, not that he needed it. Standing face to face, their
cocks pointed at one another. Johnathan pushed back Maynard's robe, letting
the heavy fabric garment fall to the floor.

Maynard was in his late forties, a large beard extended from his chin, and
lower face, the blackness of it hinted at a Mediterranean heritage. Maynard
was not fat but a large man. He had a belly, not a round extension but an
inch or two hung over his waist. His body was covered in thick black hair,
which ran onto his back and down his spine in patches at the shoulder and
lower back. His nickname as the 'Black Bear from the West' was well earned
by his appearance alone. The cock, not Johnathan's favourite part of his
master's body, had a curved incline and thickness to it that made it look
when hard smaller than it was. Maynard's butt was made of two solid round
orbs covered in black hair, which would concentrate around the pink
hole. Johnathan leaned in and kissed Maynard, as he was a few inches
shorter than Johnathan; Maynard inclined his head up as Johnathan wrapped
his arms around the thick neck and rested on the shoulders of a man. It was
rumoured in the servant waters and across the city that Maynard started
life as a riveter on the western railways. The two men kissed
passionately. Maynard did nothing by half, and Johnathan matched his master
and lovers' enthusiasm. As their bodies rubbed together, the cleanly shaven
face was prickled by the beard of Maynard. Both men embraced before the
fire a romantic story out of some illicit book of deviant sex. Maynard's
cock rubbed against the mid shaft of Johnathan's that ran along the black
hair of Maynard's stomach.

Johnathan ran his hands down the hairy back of Maynard and cupped the butt
in both hands, pulling the cheeks apart as his fingers searched for the
hole. Maynard shifted, and a fingertip ran along the opening to Maynard's
anus. Maynard held Johnathan closer to him as their tongues explored each
other's mouths. The men's nostrils flared as the heat in the room and
between them rose. Droplets of moisture formed on both men's hair chests as
they held each other close. Maynard's, with deeper darker trickier hair,
took longer to become matted as they kissed, and Johnathan ran a finger
back and forth his master's hole. The smaller Maynard, head tilted up
slightly, kissed Johnathan whilst trying to lower himself onto the
finger. Breaking the kiss for but a moment, Johnathan sucked on his middle
finger coating it in saliva before returning it to the hole. Maynard
shifted up and into Johnathan as he felt the finger enter him. It was tight
and dry. Not enough moisture had been added as the finger entered him he
relaxed into the feeling and returned both feet solidly to the floor as
with one arm wrapped around his upper back and the other hands middle
finger invading his hole.  Maynard clutched at Johnathan and held him close
as they kissed in the middle of his bedroom.

Maynard lay on the bed, one leg cocked up at a right angle to his body, the
other lay beneath Johnathan, who crouched over the leg and had his hard
cock pressed against Maynard's foot. Both his hands held Maynard's cheeks
apart, and his tongue licked at the hole. With his face pressed between two
furry cheeks, he tended to the hole as though it was the sweetest
flower. Making sure the bud was moist and slick. His tongue dived into the
hole as the fingers dug into the flesh on either side. Maynard cooed and
gasped at the attention his hole was receiving. Whilst with his up-turned
foot, he would flex it, eliciting a moan from Johnathan, whose cock was
pressed against it. The Johnathan would strike Maynard's butt leaving a
momentary mark but it was not hard nor too loud.  Maynard pushed his hips
up and butt back towards Johnathan, who continued his tongue assault on
Maynard's hole.

Once the time was right, with both men's blood high and the fever between
them could be contained no longer, Johnathan mounted Maynard. Moving his
legs to between Maynard's, he positioned his hard cock head at the entrance
of Maynard, spat several times onto the head and eased it into his
master. Maynard grunted as his hole familiarised itself with the cock
again. It was a smooth stoke into Maynard. The two had been together not
two nights ago, and Maynard could accommodate Johnathan with ease. Having
glided into Maynard, Johnathan moved position again, lowering himself onto
Maynard, the back hair rubbing and mixing with the hair on Johnathan's
chest as he slowly moved his hips back and forth. The cock slid in and out
of Maynard's hole, and the man moaned his pleasure as he felt the young
stud in and on him.

Maynard loved body contact, and Johnathan being taller than him, could
cover the man's body with his as he slowly fucked him. The dick in his hole
felt great as it moved back and forth; Maynard's own cock rubbed against
the covers beneath him, the rough texture of the topper stimulating his
cock head. The two men were locked in their embrace of lovemaking as
Johnathan did not move at a great pace but slowly fucked Maynard. Their
heads next to each other as wrapping his arms around Maynard's neck
Johnathan pulled the older man's head back, his hand under the man's chin
and beard as he rutted into him. Johnathan's breathing was getting heavier
as he pushed in and withdrew from Maynard's inners. Between the two bodies,
a slickness of their sweat allowed Johnathan to slide up and into Maynard,
correcting his position allowed Johnathan to thrust deeper into Maynard and
the sperm in his balls churned and longed for release. As his balls worked
on the seed within. Johnathan's thrust became more poignant, and he thrust
into Maynard each time the man tried to push back to meet the
penetration. The cock of Johnathan would rub and hit the spot within
Maynard that made his own cock twitch.

Pulling back away from Maynard, Johnathan extended a hand down and ran it
along the hair ruffling it and rested the hand on the back of Maynard's
neck, pushing the man into his bed as above him and forming two upper sides
of a triangle. Johnathan ploughed into the base of the triangle made up of
Maynard's body and willing hole. Maynard spoke encouragement into the
sheets which covered his face. Slipping a hand between his sweaty body and
the covers, he found his cock and stimulated it to full hardness. Pushing
his butt up towards the slaps, which now cantered into his body. Gripping
his cock Maynard jerked himself as Johnathan's breaths became more
laboured. Turning his face, Maynard could look up as the sweat formed on
the thick hair and a drop would fall. Johnathan's body glistened in the
soft light of the electric lamps. Taking in the youthful body above him in
all its glory, the soft hair that covered the man's chest. If Maynard had
been able to look down, he would have seen as an equally soft small trail
of brown hair disappears into the bush around Johnathan's cock. The same
cock that was pitoning in and out of his hole.

Johnathan's pace quickened even more, and the noise of flesh on flesh
became less pronounced as in his lust, he did not want his cock to leave
too much of the warm hole it enjoyed so much.  Johnathan let out a
strangled noise, conscious never to make too much noise and released his
millions of sperm into Maynard. As Johnathan held his cock deep into the
bowels of Maynard, the man tossed himself off under the firm young body,
his butt raised enough to let his hand stroke his cock and shot his own
seed over the covers.