Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2009 12:54:01 -0800 (PST) From: John Venn Subject: Lord Batchelor's Education Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature a man and a boy. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!! The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish! Other stories of mine may be found under 'Prolific Authors' at Nifty. Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk ******************************************************* Lord Batchelor's Education (Sequel to Lord Batchelor's Surprise) by Alexander (In `Lord Batchelor's Surprise', Albert had unexpectedly had to accommodate his nephew overnight and the naive Lord had been surprised at the 12-year-olds behaviour and mannerisms. His malapropic housemaid, Miss Primm, took things in her stride more or less and helped things along. The story continues the following morning when Lord Batchelor and Charles, his nephew, plan to visit his father. The scene is mid-Victorian London .....) Once they had breakfasted and dressed themselves appropriately, Albert, Lord Batchelor and his charge, young Charles, summoned a Hackney carriage and wound their slow way to Charles' father's club. Although it was mid-morning, it was early as far as Lord Batchelor was concerned as he rarely ventured outside his home until it was time for his luncheon, of which he partook at his own club, the Misogynist. He was somewhat taken aback at the volume of the traffic, the narrow streets being filled to capacity with horse-drawn wagons, drays and carriages of multifarious types. In between the heavy vehicles, dozens of small boys scurried around with parcels and deliveries, not a few of whom had secreted themselves on the backs of carriages to obtain a free ride. Albert took the opportunity to engage Charles in a little conversation as their journey progressed, albeit slowly. After the unusual, and not uninteresting events of the morning, he was intrigued as to what sort of life-style Charles led at home, and wished him to elucidate thereon. "So, young man, how is life at home? Satisfying?" "Yes, thank you sir." Charles responded, staring out of the window, bemused by the sheer volume of traffic passing before his eyes. "There are more people in this street alone than in the village and on our entire estate co-joined," he mused almost to himself.. "I wonder that there are sufficient houses for them all." Lord Batchelor had often contemplated the same thing himself and conjectured that only half the populace had homes and that they shared them, taking half-day turns to live in them. "Do you attend any scholastic establishment?" Albert queried. "Oh, no sir. There aren't any suitable day ones close by and my father won't permit me to attend a residential school as he says that certain practices which are endemic in them are unhealthy for a young man such as myself." These practices Lord Batchelor was certainly well acquainted with as both he and his brother had graced Hill House Residential School for the Sons of Gentlefolk with their presence for a number of years. He smiled inwardly as he recollected the nocturnal gatherings of the 'Blue Lantern Club' which met in the sports pavilion on occasion, and the one particular episode which had led to his brother and a naive eleven-year old almost being dismissed 'for conduct unbecoming a gentleman'. Things had only been resolved when the Bishop had reminded the Head Master that if he sacked from his school every boy who committed the sin of Sodom, then he would soon have no establishment to run. 'Rather,' the Bishop had continued, 'remember your own school days and punish the miscreant for being caught 'in flagrante delicto' instead of the actual sin.' With this thought uppermost in his mind, he looked at the black-haired young man and contemplated whether or not the lad was quite as innocent as he appeared. "I have a tutor, Doctor Catulus, who attends upon me every morning. He educates myself and the sons of the Doctor and Vicar simultaneously in the schoolroom." "And does he perform adequately?" "Very much so, sir. He is most assiduous in his duties. He is particularly adept at teaching us Latin and Greek, especially the names of our body parts which he does by allowing us to take it in turns to undress and point them out for the benefit of us all." Lord Batchelor found himself picturing the scene the boy was describing, and rather to his embarrassment was aware of a growing difficulty in his groin, not aided by the fashionably tight trousers he was wearing. Fortunately, the Hackney drew up outside The Ganymede, Lord Biggun's London club, before anything further could develop. Alighting quickly, the two ascended the steps to the impressive portal where they were greeted by the supercilious Hall Porter. "We are here to attend Lord Biggun," Albert said. "This is his son, Lord Charles, and I am Lord Batchelor." "Very good sir," the Porter said obsequiously, "If you would care to wait in the Morning Room, I will inform him of your presence." Charles was obviously accustomed to the room as he immediately settled himself in a window seat and gazed out at the bustling street below. Lord Batchelor picked up 'The Times' and tried to read it, but was somewhat disconcerted by a very large nude painting of the club's namesake hanging over the fireplace. Averting his eyes was to no advantage either as he noticed that there were several smaller paintings affixed to the walls, all of a similar nature and theme. "Ahem!" he heard from behind him as the Hall Porter entered the room. "Lord Biggun will be with you presently," he said. "In the meantime, would you wish to partake of some refreshment?" "No, thank you," Albert said. "I am content to peruse the newspaper." "Very good, sir." Not long afterwards, he was pleased to hear Lord Biggun arrive, accompanied by a handsome and rather dishevelled Telegram Boy, who seemed to be not above14 years of age. "Not bad news, I hope?" Lord Batchelor said as he extended his hand. "What?" Lord Biggun replied, taking the proffered hand. Then, noticing that his brother was looking at the messenger boy, blushed slightly as if just remembering he was there, added, "Err, the boy had been attending upon me. He is just about to leave for his employment I understand." Lord Biggun dipped into his purse, gave the boy a gold sovereign and thanked him. The lad smiled, bowed slightly and left together with the Hall Porter, adjusting his dress as he did so. The two men spent a pleasant two hours catching up on each other's doings and various family matters. Although Lord Batchelor was thanked for accommodating Charles so readily, no mention was made by either of them of the other events until the boy came over to join them. Lord Batchelor was rendered speechless for a moment when he heard the boy declaim quite matter of factly, "Father, Uncle Albert was kind enough to attend to me this morning and I think I managed to produce a rather greater quantity of fluid than is usual for me." Without missing a heartbeat, Lord Biggun smiled at his son, and congratulated him. "Perhaps the change of venue and a different hand may have had some effect. Let us pray that it continues to improve." "Thank you, father, I hope so too. Lord Batchelor has also asked if I may stay for a few days more, if that is possible. He has intimated that a visit to the Zoological Gardens and the Botanical Gardens at Kew may be beneficial and I would very much like to take advantage of the invitation." "Of course, Charles. In any case, the damage to the carriage is rather more serious than I was led to believe, and it will be a day or two longer before repairs are completed. I will remain here in the meanwhile." "Thank you, father. I trust the messenger boy attended to your needs satisfactorily?" "Yes indeed he did. I find that they may be a little uncouth and unclean on the whole, but perform their task well enough." "Good. I will feel easier in my heart knowing that you are not being neglected during your temporary absence from home. I was pleased that Uncle Albert was there for me, but was concerned that you had no one here for you. I had quite forgotten about the Telegram Boys, but now I recollect them, I am happier and look forward to staying in Belgrave Square with more equanimity." The first of Lord Biggun's business associates appeared at this point, and with a sense of relief that no further conversation could be had on this particular topic, Lord Batchelor gathered up his nephew and left them to their debate. Foregoing the use of a Hackney carriage, Lord Batchelor and Charles walked the short distance from the club to the Zoological Gardens and partook of some light refreshment before joining a small party of visitors on a guided tour. It was whilst they were perambulating that Albert mulled over the rather strange situation that he had found himself in with respect to his nephew Charles. Lord Batchelor had never shown very much interest in the more carnal aspects of life; he was aware of that and was quite content, knowing that in all probability his brother more than made up for any lack of activity on his part. Charles was another matter. He appeared to be more knowledgeable on the subject than any other boy of a similar age and was quite at ease discussing it, although, Albert noticed, never in the presence of other than his close family it seemed. What Lord Batchelor's brother and anyone else engaged themselves in, within the confines of their own home, was no concern of his and from what he understood from Miss Primm, it wasn't too unusual in rural communities. He glanced over at the boy as he thought and looked at him in a new and contemplative light. Whatever the boy's motives and intentions were, he had certainly awoken in Lord Batchelor a hitherto dormant aspect of his life, one which didn't displease him. By the time they returned to Belgrave Square they were both a little tired and welcomed a light meal and a cup of refreshing tea. "So where have you been exorcising yourselves today?" Miss Primm enquired genially. "We went to the Zoological Gardens and observed the wild animals," Charles replied. "Oh, I can't be doing with that," she smiled. "All those carnalivorous beasts make my heart flutter at even the mere conception of them." "They are all safely kept behind iron bars," Lord Batchelor informed her. "And they didn't seem too interested in making a meal of anyone." "But they are all unclothed, as naked as the day they were born," she shuddered. "I don't think young children should be exposed in that way." She lowered her voice and whispered, "Young men like Lord Charles may observe all their gentiles, which isn't opprobrium." "You may be correct, Miss Primm," her master replied. "But I am sure the authorities take pains to ensure that the animals are well-behaved at all times." "A pail of cold water is what they need," she answered huffily. "And now, let me attend to the young master's absolutions. I am certain he must be infatuated with lice after visiting such a licentious establishment." "Thank you Miss Primm. I'm sure Charles will appreciate it." "I have taken the liberty of browsing some clothes from the Vicar for the lad to acquire himself in whilst I clean his dress. If he would be so kind as to excite himself to the bath room, I will relieve him there." "Will you be desirous of attending me to inspect my washing?" Charles said to Lord Batchelor with only the faintest of smiles. "Of course, if that is what you require," Albert replied, not altogether unhappily. "It is expected, sir." Miss Primm waited patiently outside the bath room as Lord Batchelor observed the boy undress, reluctant to assist him as he had a strengthening in his groin which made movement painful. This wasn't aided when the lad, once denuded, stood uncomfortably close to him inviting a detailed inspection before stepping into the water. Opening the door slightly, Lord Batchelor handed his housekeeper Charles' clothes and in return was given a bundle of replacement ones, those borrowed from the Vicar's son. "What are those, sir?" Charles asked. "Temporary attire for you whilst Miss Primm cleans your own. They have been kindly loaned by the Vicar who has a son of your age or thereabouts. I trust you are not averse to wearing them for a little while?" "Oh, no sir. That will be perfectly in order. It may even be rather exciting wearing the clothes of another, particularly the undergarments as I believe they are often made of a coarser material than my own." They chatted idly whilst Charles attended to his bath, Albert noticing how assiduous he was in ensuring every inch of him was soaped and scrubbed carefully. Thankfully the lad managed to restrain himself from becoming unduly excited, ensuring his male part remained flaccid. Until, that is, he came to wash around it. Slowly it engorged and was soon standing upright, its head showing just above the surface of the water. Charles seemed to ignore it completely as he recounted his visit to the Zoological Gardens to his uncle. There was something on his mind though as Lord Batchelor was about to find out. "I thought the Ape House was particularly interesting," he said as he soaped his upstanding member with just a little more vigour than was absolutely necessary. "The apes and monkeys seemed rather obsessed by their membra virilis. I observed them being stimulated quite openly and without any sense of shame, even in front of the females." "That's because they are animals, without the benefit of any sense of morals or shame," Lord Batchelor explained. "But I suppose it makes them feel good too, and relieves the boredom," Charles grinned, watching his hand emulate the actions of the primates. Lord Batchelor chose to ignore this comment, electing in its stead to adjust his own now fully engorged member, his gaze fixed upon the little pink cherry sprouting from the water. Having finished his ablutions, Charles lay back in the water and relaxed for a few minutes, his hands laying idly on the edges of the tub, allowing Lord Batchelor a completely unimpeded view of his body. "I wonder how snakes copulate?" he suddenly asked. "I failed to observe any reproductive organs on any of the ones I saw, and I looked as closely as I could." "I've no idea, I haven't ever given it much thought, I must admit," he smiled, "But I am sure we will be able to find out somehow." Taking advantage of a lull in the conversation, and anxious to avoid any further questioning on this particular topic, he encouraged to boy to step out of the water and dry himself. Whatever intentions he had in keeping his thoughts pure were soon dissipated when Charles handed him the towel and asked his uncle to dry him, commenting that he always managed to miss somewhere and in any case it would be an opportunity for Lord Batchelor to inspect him. As he attended to his charge, he once more examined the boy's body closely, finding to his surprise that he remained aroused by him, and moreover that he enjoyed it. Charles too seemed keen for Albert to continue as he twisted and turned in every direction to enable his uncle to reach all parts of him. When he came to his private area, Charles did no more than place his hands on Albert's shoulders and thrust his hips forward slightly, enabling his uncle to dry him thoroughly, including his erection and delightful testicles. "They're not turning blue are they?" Charles asked devilishly. "It certainly feels as if they are." "I don't think so," Albert replied, looking at them closely. "Maybe just a slight hint." "I thought so. It must be the thoughts I had, thinking of the primates. Perhaps they need emptying, uncle Albert. Would you like to attend to it? I believe you may like yours drained too." Twenty-four hours ago, Lord Batchelor hadn't had a lustful or lascivious thought for many years, the redoubtable Miss Primm efficiently discouraging any thoughts of coition quite effectively, and masculine sex he had grown out of many years previously. But now, all his primal urges seemed to have been awakened by this boy and he needed them satisfied. "Very well, Charles. Perhaps you are correct in your assumption. How would you like to proceed?" "Well, sir, I am completely without clothes which I find is the most satisfactory way to begin. If I might make so bold, sir, perhaps .......?" "Of course. But we must make haste else Miss Primm may begin to wonder what is keeping us." Despite the intricacies of Lord Batchelor's dress, between them he was undressed in short order and stood nakedly in front of Charles, allowing him to take a good look at him. "You and my father seem to be equally well endowed sir," he said, taking hold of Albert's member. "I hope I will be similarly fortunate when I am fully grown." "I am sure you will in the fullness of time," Albert replied with no little difficulty as his mind was elsewhere, mainly relishing the tactile sensations of Charles' not inconsiderable manhood. "Let us make haste then," Charles whispered. "I am certainly in need of some relief, and I hope you are too." Neither of them lasted very long, and in rapid succession they deposited their respective fluids in the bath water, each ensuring that every last possible drop was extracted, much to their mutual enjoyment. They dressed hurriedly and were ready just in time for Miss Primm to appear and collect Charles. "I have prepared a repost in the kitchen for you both, sir," she said, gathering up the soiled towels. "The accoutrements of the Vicar are aqueduct for the young master I think," she added, looking him over. "I feel quite strange attired in the dress of another," Charles said over tea, "It is not an unpleasant feeling, especially in the nether regions," he whispered to Albert. "But I fear he must be a shade smaller than I as they are a close fit." "Fear not, Charles. They are only for a short time whilst Miss Primm refreshes your own clothes. It won't be long before you may remove them." Lord Batchelor didn't immediately realise the import of what he'd said until Charles looked up at him and whispered with a sly smile, "I hope not sir. I look forward to it." The remainder of the day was spent relaxing in the house: Charles researching the breeding habits of species 'serpentes' and Albert reading his 'Times' in between cogitating on the matter of himself and his nephew. "Will Master Charles be riposting in your chamber, sir?" Primm enquired as bed-time approached. "If so, I will needs arrange it." "I think so, Primm. Charles is still a trifle nervous in a strange house." "I think you are correct in your surprise, sir. You are a fine, upstanding gentleman for being so comprehensive of his nervousness. He will no doubt be appreciative of the attentions you erect to bestow on him." "Thank you. We will retire as soon as his bed is ready, young Charles is quite exhausted after a long day exploring the city and needs to rest." "Very good. At what time will you both arise, sir?" "Nine o'clock will be early enough. If we are not down for breakfast by then perhaps you will awaken us?" "Of course, my Lord. Master Charles is a quiet, genital boy who needs all the bed he can get. Cities are too depilating for adulterant boys who only know the country way of life, and his large endowment keeps him apart from others of his rank." Albert had decided that he would accommodate his nephew's peculiar foibles whilst he was a guest in his house, after all, he rationalised, there was no reason to disturb what was obviously a set routine in his own household and no good would come of upsetting it. In any case, Albert would be able to return to his normal state of chastity once the youngster had departed. Once in their room, with the door firmly closed, the two relatives looked at the truckle bed which had been placed alongside Batchelor's own large one. "It looks rather uncomfortable," said Charles. "It is certainly a great deal smaller than I am accustomed to." "If you prefer, you may share mine," Albert said quietly. "But we must first disturb yours so that Miss Primm isn't unduly perturbed by its apparent lack of use." Grinning at his uncle, Charles roughed up the small bed, making it look as if it had been slept in. "There. I think that will suffice," he said, sitting on the more accommodating and softer bed. "I feel quite strange wearing these clothes, almost like a commoner," he went on. "Perhaps I shall pretend to be one until the morning." Lord Batchelor ignored this comment and put it down to normal childish playfulness, at the same time hoping that it didn't prevent him from following his normal practice. Quite soon they were in bed, neither of them wearing the night attire provided for them by the ever-thoughtful Primm. Charles wrapped himself as close to his uncle as he could and rested his head on his shoulder. "May I kiss you goodnight, uncle?" he said, eyes sparkling. "I don't feel especially tired yet and it may help me sleep." In reply, Albert lifted the child's head up and allowed their lips to meet. Instantly, Charles' tongue was inside Lord Batchelor's mouth, much to his surprise. "Where did you learn that?" Albert said, completely taken aback as it was the first time anyone had ever done that. "Why, Annie, my father's maid taught me. She says that is the way you are supposed to kiss someone you admire greatly. Isn't that the way you do it?" "Err, yes it is. I was just surprised that you knew about it," he lied. "Oh good. May I do it again? I find it helps me become excited." They kissed, cuddled and caressed for a good while, both aware that the other had become as hard as could be in the process. "I think that I'm ready now,"Charles whispered throatily as he pressed his member into Albert's thigh in demonstration. It only took a few delicate strokes for Charles to spasm violently and ejaculate his seed onto his uncles chest. He was indeed ready. "My penis is still engorged," Charles noted once he'd regained his breath. "I am sure I will be able to do it again shortly. May I pleasure you whilst I wait?" Willingly, Albert agreed. Charles was gently fondling Albert's member when, without looking directly at his uncle he said, "Uncle Albert, may I try something different?" Albert Batchelor would have agreed to anything at that moment in time, just so long as Charles brought him to a climax as soon as possible. Albert watched interestedly as Charles rolled the bedcovers back and approached his erection with his head. What happened next was far, far beyond his experience and something he'd never even imagined could, or should, be done. Charles engulfed his swollen member in his mouth and began to suckle on it, just as if he were at the breast. The feeling left Albert speechless and more aroused than ever he'd been. The novelty of the situation and his over- excited state soon ensured that he climaxed massively, much to Charles apparent pleasure as his satisfied groans testified. "Goodness!" Albert said after Charles had surfaced. "Don't tell me your father taught you that!" Charles had the grace to blush at this and looked guilty. "No sir. May I confide a secret to you?" Lord Batchelor nodded. "Symes, the coachman's son, does it for me once in a while when father is away from home and my testicles are blue. I must admit, the feeling is rather good, as you will agree. But I've never done it to anyone else before, I don't think my father would approve." "What, you haven't even done it with Symes?" "Oh, no sir. He is only a village boy and I wouldn't ever contemplate doing such a thing to him, I may ingest some of his seed and that would be most inappropriate. I think I should only perform that act with someone of equal status. Such as yourself!" he giggled. Lord Batchelor could understand his thinking, and sympathised with it. "I am ready again now. Would you like to try to do it to me, uncle?" "If you insist," Albert said. "But you'll forgive me if I am unsure as to exactly what I must do." "All you need to do is put it in your mouth and suckle gently. You must keep your teeth away though, it may hurt if you don't." Then, after a thoughtful pause, went on, "It should be possible to do it together if we re-arranged ourselves, and then you may imitate me." After a little experimentation, Lord Batchelor found himself with his 12-year-old nephew's penis in his mouth, and his own member between the same boys lips. The sensations he felt superceded anything else he'd experienced in his life he decided, particularly when they both ejaculated their semen once again. After a few self-congratulatory kisses, the two fell asleep with well-satisfied smiles on their faces, dreaming of what the morrow would bring. Fortunately, the two were up and around before Miss Primm had cause to disturb them. Charles had to make use of the water closet quite early in the morning, and the feel of his nephew's cold body climbing back into bed awoke Lord Batchelor from what he thought was a delightfully erotic dream until he glanced over and saw his nephew's head on the pillow alongside him, his silky black hair framing a most wondrous face. "Good Morning, Charles," Albert yawned. "I trust you are well?" "Good Morning, uncle. Yes, thank you, I feel well rested. I regret disturbing you so early, but I had to relieve myself in the closet." "No matter. I am pleased to see you awake so early." "I am usually awake early in the mornings as my father insists that I empty my bladder before we indulge ourselves and he doesn't like me to use the chamber pot under his bed." "Quite." Lord Batchelor replied, a little disturbed by the boy's frankness in discussing what aught to be private bodily functions, especially so early in the day. "May we play around for a while?" Charles asked with a smile on his face. "I believe we have some time before we must get up and face the day." "I would like that," Albert answered. "You are only here for a day or two longer and I wish to have some more pleasant memories to remember you by. It may be a long time before we have another opportunity to be so close to one another." Charles slid over and covered his Uncle's body with his own, his lips meeting with Albert's and his penis solidly hard between them. Tightening his thighs, he ensured that Lord Batchelor's erection was firmly gripped between his legs before slowly rocking back and forth, kissing his uncle deeply all the while. Lord Batchelor took the opportunity to allow his hands to wander over the body of the lad, taking immense pleasure in the smooth youthfulness of it: he was indeed very handsome he thought, from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes and he familiarised himself with every inch of it, but most particularly those parts currently grasped in his fingers. They were both quite close to climaxing and so a break was taken lest their fun be drawn to a premature close. Looking at Charles, Albert stroked his hair and asked, "What games do you and your father play? What other tricks do you have hidden up your sleeve?" "None sir, I regret to say. My father never permits anything other than straightforward manipulation of our organs. He considers anything other than that unnecessary and lewd." "Oh, I am sorry to hear that. But you seem to have a few ideas of your own." Alfred said, wishing that there were a few more things he could be taught. "I regret to disappoint you, but there are several things I have thought I would like to try at some time if you don't mind. The boy Symes and I have experimented a little but I am averse to taking things too far with him due to his station in life and he can not always be depended upon to be as clean as one might wish. In any case, the fear of discovery weighs heavily on both of us." "Quite so, that would be most unfortunate. But what devilish ideas have you conjectured?" Albert asked, smiling in anticipation. "I fear that they may take some time to attempt adequately, Uncle. Perhaps we may try later in the day? For now, I would be delighted to take you by mouth again if that is acceptable. And perchance you will return the favour?" And so they did. Lord Batchelor, not being in such as state of shock as he was previously, took his time and savoured the boy's offering deliciously, discovering that the salty muskiness of the male organ was not altogether an unpleasant taste. The sensation of Charles' lips and amazingly prehensile tongue was also creating in him a delight he would long remember and would crave for interminably. With a glance at the mantel clock, Albert regretfully informed Charles that the time was rapidly approaching when they must stir themselves and present themselves to Mis Primm. Rather regretfully they drew things to quite satisfactory conclusions and dressed themselves for breakfast. "What are our intentions for today?" Charles asked as his uncle inspected him following his bath. "Are we to explore the Botanical Gardens?" "I'm not entirely sure. First we must pay a visit to your father to determine whether or not your carriage is repaired, then we will decide what we shall do. By the way, I see no traces of blue today!" Charles grinned and stared down into his groin. "No, I believe not. In fact my organ appears a little redder than usual. I hope that is a good sign." Albert fondled the organ in question and agreed that it looked in the prime of health. "Perhaps it benefits from frequent massaging," he smiled. "I hope so, I find it a most refreshing past-time. Perhaps if we forego the Botanical Gardens, we may be able to continue the treatment back here." "If that is your wish, I would be most happy to accede. Perhaps after luncheon when Miss Primm is taking her afternoon nap?" "An excellent notion, Uncle. I look forward to it." Some time later, Charles was left perusing the Ganymede Club library as Lords Arthur and Albert conversed, relaxing in the comfortable red leather chairs by the fireside. "I trust my son has been no trouble to you?" Lord Biggun asked. "He can be a trifle excitable at times, if you understand my meaning." "He has been a pleasure to be with. I found his excitement rather refreshing in fact, living alone I failed to realise how much I miss the company of young men. And Miss Primm is quite taken by him." "Quite so. Quite so. I understand perfectly. So there would be no difficulty in accommodating him again should the need arise in the future?" "No, brother. None at all. As a matter of fact, it may be beneficial to both of you if he were to stay in Belgrave Square on your visits to London. I could take him to the various museums and other places of benefit and you could pursue your business and , err, other interests, unfettered by the need to entertain him." "Excellent notion! I feel we have a perfect understanding of one another, as brothers should. Young Charles can certainly be a drain on one's resources at times and I am sure you will get along famously as he has already intimated to me." Lord Batchelor smiled to himself at the ease with which his idea had been accepted - and he had a feeling that young Master Charles wouldn't be disappointed either. "So, when is your carriage to be returned?" "All being well, late this afternoon. I hope to pass by Belgrave Square before tea to relieve you of Charles, but rest assured, I don't think it will be very long before he pays you another visit. I can see my business bringing me to London more frequently in the future now that I can depend upon your good self to accommodate him." "You are both welcome at any time," Albert replied. "I enjoy both his company and yours, you make a refreshing break from the tedium that is London these days. But now, I must attend upon the young man. I promised to take him to the Botanical Gardens, or somewhere equally stimulating." "Very good," Lord Biggun said, rising to shake his brothers hand. He then added, very quietly, "In the meantime, before out next visit, you make like to engage the services of the young man whose name and place of work I have noted on my visiting card. I can assure you that he is both discrete and wholesome. I believe you may have caught a glimpse of him yesterday morning." Lord Batchelor glanced at the card, slipped it in his waistcoat pocket, thanked his brother and departed, collecting his nephew on the way out. "So, young fellow-me-lad, apparently you are to return home later today now that your conveyance has been repaired. What would you like to do in the meantime? I fear a journey to Kew will be out of the question as it is too far for us to travel in the limited time we have at our disposal." "Perhaps a stroll through St. James' Park will suffice for today, uncle Albert, then we will not be too far from Belgrave Square. I fear I may then be in need of some reviving while Miss Primm has her afternoon rest." The implication was not lost on Lord Batchelor, and it was with some excitement then that they took a walk through the park, which just happened to be on the shortest route home anyway. "Did you find anything of interest to read whilst I was talking with your father?" Lord Batchelor asked idly as they strolled along. "I revised my Latin, Uncle. There is a copy of the Vulgate Bible in the Ganymede's excellent library and as it is the same edition that we have at home, I took the opportunity to peruse it. I do have one query though which it raises, one which my tutor seems reluctant to answer although I have enquired of him several times." Thinking he was on safe ground, Batchelor had no hesitation in asking what the question was. "What was the Sin of Sodom that caused the city to be destroyed by fire and brimstone?" Alfred was quite sure that the boy knew the answer, almost every schoolboy did in his limited experience. "I believe it is an unnatural act which may be committed between two males, one for which Sodom was well renowned." Without a moments hesitation, Charles responded, "You mean when one inserts ones member into another's fundament?" "Yes, something akin to that." Albert replied, a touch embarrassed. "It is the same as buggery then?" "Something like that, I suppose. Sodomy is the word we use today, taken from the Bible of course. Buggery is derived from the country of Bulgaria, from where the vice was once thought, wrongly, also to be commonly practiced." "But if it is so wrong, why is it a not unusual occurrence among our farmhands? I have heard Symes mention it on more than one occasion in my hearing, and other too when they are unaware of my presence." Despite his better judgement, Lord Batchelor was disinclined to change the subject of conversation as he found it stimulating, particularly bearing in mind what they had planned for the afternoon. It was thus the topic of discourse for the rest of the walk home, Lord Batchelor treading a very delicate path between condemning the practice outright as he aught, and a willingness to experiment if the opportunity arose, knowing that it was a practice not unheard of in his schooldays although, unlike his brother, he had never partaken of it. Their conversation drew to a close as they entered the house to find that Miss Primm was already at her rest, rather to their relief. Lord Batchelor left her a note on the kitchen table informing her that Charles was to be picked up later that day, and that they would rest undisturbed until then. Once in the privacy of their room, it was Lord Batchelor who initiated proceedings, the walk and rather interesting discussion with his nephew having succeeded in arousing him immensely. Young Charles was delighted to be invited to share the large bed with his uncle and was visibly excited as he climbed, naked, under the covers to seek comfort and solace. It was with enormous satisfaction, not to say delight, that they kissed each other deeply and tenderly, tongues entwined. Both were aware that this was the last time they could be so intimate for some time to come, and were determined to derive as much pleasure from it as possible. Even their penises were ignored for a time as they reminded themselves of what their bodies felt like under their roving fingers. Before long, Charles let Albert know what he wanted to do most as he gently probed around Lord Batchelor's posterior with his fingers, essaying one or two attempts to enter him. It was on the third try that he succeeded and was amused to hear a surprised, but happy, groan from his uncle as he did so. The next stage caused them both much merriment and delight as together they experimented as to how to persuade Charles' membrum virilis to follow where his fingers had been. After trying several different positions and lubricating themselves with copious amounts of spittle, success was achieved with Albert's legs placed over his shoulders. Cautiously Charles edged himself deeper and deeper in until he could go no further, encouraged in his efforts by Albert's evident enjoyment. "This feels most exhilarating, I must say!" Charles gasped, eyes closed. "How does it feel, Uncle?" "Most satisfying. Perhaps if you were to move in and out slightly, the pleasure would be increased." And so it proved to be. Such was the elation they both felt that Charles, having ejaculated once, was able to maintain his hardness and remain embedded in his Uncle until he too produced his semen. Not once, but twice. So energetic were their endeavours that once they had spent themselves, a brief nap was necessary in order to regain some of their strength. Once they'd re-woken, Charles thanked his Uncle for being so accommodating in allowing him to learn something new, and informed him that, having done it the once, would be more than willing to repeat the exercise should he so desire. "I fear though, that your member is rather too large for me to accept easily," he said regretfully. "Perhaps if I practised at home with some appropriate vegetables then eventually I would be able to absorb it." "I don't wish you to do any harm to yourself on my behalf," Lord Batchelor replied, "But if you are able to achieve that aim, then I would be more than happy to oblige you. Perhaps on your next visit?" "Most certainly. I have no doubt that I will be able to do that. In the meanwhile, perhaps I may take you in my mouth?" Needless to say, any thoughts of rest were long forgotten as the two resumed their pleasures and it was only when they heard Miss Prim moving around that they decided to call a very reluctant halt to their activities. "I am prostate with grief at losing Master Charles so soon after his arrival," Miss Primm said as she bustled around getting their tea. "Without fear of contraception, I can say that he is the epigram of politeness and good breeding." "That is so, Primm," Lord Batchelor agreed. "But don't fret. I have persuaded his father to allow him to visit us on a regular basis in future. He feels the change in surroundings may do him some good." Then added inspirationally, "Provided that he shares my room until his nerves are improved." "That is an excellent notion my Lord. Visiting your home will remove him from the propane behaviour of the countryfolk with whom he is surmounted. It is to be hoped that he will benefit from intimate relations with you in the future." "I couldn't agree more Miss Primm," Lord Batchelor replied, only just managing to avoid blushing at the unintentional accuracy of the statement. "Observe, sir, the child has slipped into the Arms of Morphine, so relaxed is he in our companionship." Further discussion, thankfully, was postponed as a knock on the front door announced the arrival of Charles' father. It was unfortunate that they couldn't remain very long in the house if they were to reach home before dark and so it was with a deal of regret that Lord Batchelor and Miss Primm bade goodbye to their houseguest, but not before extracting a promise that Charles would return just as soon as possible. Watching the carriage depart, Lord Batchelor fingered the visiting card presented to him by his brother and wondered how he could get in contact with the Telegram Boy. Perhaps it would be possible for Lord Batchelor to learn something new from him, to enable him to turn the tables and teach Charles a few novel things on his next visit. The End. Enjoyed it? Try some of my other stories listed under `John Venn' at `Prolific Authors'.