Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2011 11:39:22 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "My Father's Son, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Historical

His arse was a thing of perfection.  Two long muscular halves gleamed in
the light from the leaded windows.  His leanness caused the halves to
reveal the valley between.

My head whirled with the view before me and I was frozen in my spot though
my sex had risen to its full height and was leaping in desire.

"Action boy!" he called over his shoulder.  Then he leaned over the French
desk, his perky bottom ready to receive.

I wasted no more time and my prick led me straight to him.  As though I had
been born to the task, my arms surrounded his warm back and my prick lodged
at his arse opening.

I heard him sigh.  Was that expectant pleasure?  Was his offering of his
body not unpleasant to him?  Was he truly a boy whose arse dominated his
sexuality?  The answer came as he reached back and his hand on my own ass
pulled me toward him so that my prong actually slipped just inside his
hole.

He cried out in excitement.  "Oh Blake, I am in heaven.  Your beautiful and
monumental cock holds the key to my pleasure.  Push in boy.  Be bold.
Heaven awaits."

I was quite out of myself and I felt a kind of sexual madness overtaking
me.  Forgetting that he was my senior by a full year, I swatted his flank
like he was a horse and he almost neighed in excitement.  I lodged my
entire organ deep in his steaming passage.  I possessed him and began to
fuck him for my own pleasure, forgetting his wants.

My heavy fucking was like a punishment, a flaying, but Johnnie seemed to
like this harsh treatment.  He turned his face toward me and I could see
the complete surrender in his face.  His lips were pursed and drooling.
His eyes were whirling in passion and his whole expression had lost its
former archness and coolness.  The boy had become my sex slave and I vowed
to give him a ride for his money.  I reared back and slammed in.  He cried
out encouragement and admiration.  For a full ten minutes I used all my new
skills, pulling out slowly, pushing in slowly.  Making fast short motions.
Several times I think Johnnie fainted from pleasure and I had to slap his
cheeks to revive him.  Finally I had reached a peak that could not be
denied.  I called to my new brother than I would be releasing my will power
and allowing myself to orgasm.

"Oh sweet boy, do not deny yourself.  Hose my insides, it will surely cause
me to ejaculate again."

His words and my own needs overpowered me.  I gave permission to myself to
go over the edge.  I hadn't expected it to be so intense.  My body locked
and my prick began spurting, drenching Johnnie's passage and even spilling
over..  I then began vibrating and shivering with the culmination of my
lust and finally fell over his back dimly hearing his call out his sperming
song.

We lay like that, both panting loudly, trying to regain normality.  Finally
John recovered and shook me off and himself free.  "You are some wild dog
of a sex fiend.  Whoever gets you for a romp is the most fortunate of
persons."

I just laughed to cover my embarrassment at such praise.

We both dressed and I was about to ring for some refreshment when a knock
came on the bedroom door.  I called out to enter and two men from my
Uncles's estate entered carrying what appeared to be a wooden coffin.

"What the fuck is that?" John called.

The younger man bowed respectfully.  "Young sir, it is a complete wardrobe
of clothes that you had been measured for.  May we leave it here?"

We looked at each other.  I asked him when he was measured.  He remembered
then that an old man had come yesterday and annoyed him with a cloth tape
with numbers on it and "Pummeled me and sought secret places to probe.  I
commanded him to stop and raised my fist in anger."

"That must have been the tailor," I explained to him.  "Let's see what's in
the casket."

It turned out to me a full wardrobe, a high fur hat, morning dress, a silk
robe and other daily needs, all of the finest.  Uncle had been
outstandingly generous.

I clapped my hands.  "John, let us dress in our strolling clothes, top hats
and all and go to London.  We can ask Wilson to drive the coach and bring a
basket of food for the trip.

Wilson agreed and we two met in the hall and gasped at our appearance of
two young gentlemen off to London.  In recent years, the high Beaver hat
had become fashionable for young rakes and was imported from horse sport to
the street.  Mine was black, his gray.  Our swallow tailed coats afforded
an enticing view of our crotches, especially with these tight wooden
trousers.  Cravats were tied and hats angled forward as we noisily made our
way down the stairs and outside to the brisk morning air.

Wilson was still preparing our basket of food whilst I ordered the horses
to be brought out with the carriage.  We had a new groom and I suddenly saw
that John's eyes lit up at the sight of him.  "I know him.  He was a fellow
seller of cock.  Surely he won't recognize me in this costume.  Perhaps I
can pay for a little release.  You attend to the arrangements whilst I
tarry."

I learned later that the boy did not detect John's true identify and was
pleased to obtain a fiver from this handsome young gentleman and used his
considerable oral arts to bring John to a crashing release.

Feeling refreshed and ready for action, John claimed the drivers spot and
Wilson joined me inside the coach, and we were off.  Once under way I
realized that Wilson was dressed completely different than his usual
attire.  He was wearing soft cotton trousers and their thinness revealed
the contours of his prick.  As a shirt, he was dressed in a loose linen
shirt with the upper buttons open to reveal his handsome chest with some
fine reddish hairs glinting in the sunlight from the open side window.

Wilson knees were rubbing against mine as the carriage bumped along and
soon my member rose up to push my tight fitting trousers to frame its
dimensions.  Wilson noticed and said, "Do you wish some relief?"

"Not the kind you have been secretly administering during my night sleep."

"That was a kindness on my part to keep you relaxed and fulfilled.  But
now, perhaps you might replay me.  I know that you have provided oral
affection to your new brother and I claim the same."

I was appalled.  "Why you cheeky...eh...servant.  How dare you."  I sat
back from my angry half standing posture.  "But if you are so in want, I am
willing to soundly fuck you.  Johnnie says I can win a blue ribbon in any
contest.  Are you interested?"

Wilson blushed scarlet.  He had been so parental to this boy that he was
loathe to give up the control he had regularly exercised, but his ass was
already twitching at the prospect of this angelic and gorgeous boy's
request.  He knew every inch of Blake, having bathed him for the boy's
entire life.  He watched that mighty organ grow to it magnificent present
proportions.  Finally, he released a long held breath and with no words,
merely turned, dropped his trousers and grasped the sides of the seat and
waited.

I was entranced with the view of the Butler's hand quarters.  Unlike the
slim muscular John, his rump was large and round and beautifully shaped,
smooth and polished.  Blake's breathing quickened.  He pulled down his
trousers and underwear wear to his boots and leaned over the panting
Butler.

As my now stiff bludgeon's blunt wet end rubbed against Wilson's puckered
entry, I heard dimly that Johnnie had begun to sing as he drove the pair of
horses.  He was chanting a ribald ditty about the cross roads parting to
reveal a damp valley between.  The reference unmistakenly clear.

I grinned at my lively brother's fun nature as I held my position awaiting
Wilson's surrender that would be signaled by his thrusting backwards.  It
never happened the way I had expected.  Just then, the carriage his a rough
road and Wilson's posterior was propelled backwards and I, to steady
myself, grasped the butlers warm waist for support as I was thrust deeply
in the anal passage.  Wilson groaned loudly in surprise and perhaps some
pain.  Johnnie called into the trap window, "Something wrong?"

My voice must have sounded strained as I replied.  "All's well, the bump
surprised us."

But that was only the first heaving of the carriage.  This road was filled
with ruts and high spots and it became a fuck machine.  I stood passively,
holding on to the man's waist and the motion of the carriage caused my body
to thrust forward and back.  Wilson was jabbering with heavy sensation and
I could see his no unsubstantial prong dripping honey from a continuous
ejaculation.  As for me, my rod was begging for release and nodded to
myself in agreement and released my control and suddenly I began to howl in
helplessness as my prick spurted heavily almost causing me to lose
consciousness.

This time Johnnie put his face to the driver window and spied the two of us
in the throes of release.  He laughed merrily and spurred the horses to a
gallop.  We renewed are fuck and spurts to finally fall into our seats in
exhaustion and wonder.

When we arrived in town, Johnnie left the carriage to Wilson's charge.  We
were at Trafalgar Square.  John told me that he had often solicited here.
"I would stand below Nelson's statue, my lower body thrust out and my eyes
wide and innocent.  Never more than five minutes had to be invested."

I looked around.  The square was teeming with all sorts of men.  There was
Orientals and Arabs, many men in uniform.  I noticed one lad in a foreign
sailor's uniform.  His jaunty beret with red pompom was worn at a rakish
angle.  His well shaped body was perfectly displayed by his tight uniform
trousers and the open button of his blouse revealed a polished tan chest.
I found myself staring and the lad stared back.  Both of us visibly became
erected in our tight clothes.

"Are you interested in that boy, that Spanish sailor?  Shall I buy him for
you?"

I stared at Johnnie.  "What do you propose?"  I was interested and already
panting.

I can rent a room for an hour or two on a side street near here.  The inn
keeper knows me and we invite that delicious honey boy to join us."

He went over to the sailor, who first recoiled at his approach, but soon
was smiling at Johnnie handed a few pounds to him.

The three of us walked the short distance to the inn and were quickly led
to our short leased room.

"What is your desire?"  Johnnie asked.

"I would like to see the boy naked and then I will decide further."

He clapped his hands in pleasure.  "Excellent, I too would like him
unveiled."  He called to the boy and pantomimed undressing.  The lad
understood but then rubbed his fingers together to signify that he wanted
more money.  I quickly crossed the room where he was sitting (Johnnie and I
had been perched on the one bed) and shoved money of the realm at him.  He
smiled broadly with excellent shiny white teeth and almost laughed with
pleasure.

He stood up and lasciviously removed his uniform blouse revealing a slim,
but muscular physique.  He rubbed his hands over his nipples and smiled.
Johnnie signaled for more, saying to me "He is from the South regions of
Spain and his parentage has been touched with the color of moors, but just
a tinge like well milked tea."

I was inflamed by this show and I am sure my mouth hung open like a
Chimpanzee.  Meanwhile the boy's heavy black shoes were divested and then
his black heavy stockings revealing feet of extraordinary beauty.  When he
unbuttoned the many buttons of his pants and allowed them to drop to his
slightly hairy ankles, both Johnnie and I sighed in passion.

His prick was revealed, thick, long, heavy over a ball sac containing large
eggs.  He shook his prick to free it and his long foreskin undulated.  This
boy was museum quality.

He stood now, letting us feast our hot eyes on him and his face looked to
us for further instructions.  Impetuously I rose and handed him more money.
I made the old gesture to him of loosely cupped fist moving back and forth.

His pretty eyes opened wide and he shook his head negatively.  Johnnie
stood up and to my surprise spoke Spanish to the boy.  The boy blushed and
nodded and grasped his organ and shook it back and forth.

In a moment it began to thicken and rise.  Soon he forgot us and fell into
his private world of wanking.  His lips were prettily pursed in a frozen
kiss, his eyes were unseeing and a lovely blush came across his smooth
young chest.  The sight was entrancing.

We could hear his soft breathing quickening and a pearl of essence formed
on the head of his penis.  We could smell the odor as it crossed the room
to our noses.  I involuntarily omitted the sound of "OH", and Johnnie
groaned softly.  I noted that we both kept our hands at our sides and
avoided physical stimulation.  I guessed neither of us wished to waste an
orgasm obtained by viewing someone else's culmination.

Now we could hear his breathing deepening and that gradually included
audible whimpers of pleasure.  His full, tawny thighs began to life
slightly and a look came over his face of fear, at least that was what it
seemed to me.  I soon learned the reason for that.  This Iberian lad had
experienced such crashing ejaculations that he worried that he might not
recover each time.  Remember the French call it the small death.

Then it rushed at him.  His body was trembling and he wailed "Madre!" and
then he frozen for a moment, then with a loud shout of unintelligible
syllabizes, the fleshy cannon in his lap shot one up in the air that fell
on his cheek and lips.  He licked and then shook and cried and he full
orgasm began.  Spurt after spurt coated his tan, polished skin with pearly
essence.  When the onslaught ended, his head fell to his chest and he
remained that way, breathing and gasping for air.

"He's worth more than you paid him," I said, and reached for some more
bills and crossed the room and dropped them on his naked lap.  He didn't
stir.

John arose, tried to smooth down his erection and called to the boy, "You
have the room for another half hour.  You may want to wash yourself and
then rest.  To me he said, "Blake, let us find the worthy Wilson and our
carriage and return to our home.  This adventure has quite worn me out."

Wilson assumed the driving and John and I drowsed in the enclosed cab.  We
dreamed, perhaps, of more excitement.


End of Part Two