Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 16:46:25 -0700 (PDT) From: John Venn Subject: Lord Batchelor 5 - The Solution Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a man and boys. 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 Solution (5) By Alexander Chapter 5. Miss Primm had retired by the time they returned home, rather to their relief. They picked at the cold plates she had left out for them, but neither was interested in the food very much. Sly glances from one to the other could mean only one thing, and it was two happy and excited people that ascended the stairs at the earliest opportunity, leaving the meal only half consumed. "It's been a very interesting day today," Charles said as they huddled up close, his member already expectantly erect. "Thank you." "I thought it had been," Albert replied. Did you learn anything?" "Oh, lots, but I need to think about them before they all make sense." "And what's the most important thing?" Charles giggled and gave Albert's penis a slight squeeze. "You know that already. I adore being with you, especially when we are alone like this and we can pleasure each other." "And what about the others? The boys in the Serpentine and the men at the sauna?" "Oh, I wouldn't want to do anything like this with any of them, not unless I was really, really, ......" "Frustrated?" Albert helped. "Yes. Frustrated. That's just the word. Like I am when I need Symes.. And like I was at the sauna." "You were? Frustrated I mean. I thought you were a trifle upset by their attentions." "I was. I was frustrated because I wanted to do things with you straightaway. I was excited, but only for you. And I still am," he giggled. "I can tell," Albert said, rubbing the offending organ between his fingers. Charles pulled a face and said, "I feel that I've had enough of being serious for one day, Uncle Albert. Would you mind if we relaxed now and had a little enjoyment?" "What did you have in mind precisely?" "Anything that pleases you. But what I want to do most is, ......."he paused, leaned upwards and whispered in Albert's ear. Lord Batchelor laughed and ruffled his hair. "Of course we can, if that is what you desire. First though, I want to kiss you and show how much I am becoming attached to you." There were no more words spoken for ages as they confirmed their delight in each other's company, both of them finding it difficult to believe quite how emotionally attached and dependent upon one another they had grown in such a relatively short space of time. As if to confirm these thoughts, Charles reached out, grasped the now more than half-empty jar of petroleum jelly and looked at his uncle, the unspoken plea evident in his face. "Which way?" Albert said quietly. "May I be selfish and do it to you first? Then I may be able to last longer when it is your turn." "There is nothing I would like better." Kneeling between upraised legs, Charles lubricated himself and with a deep sigh of ecstasy penetrated his uncle, easily and painlessly. So heightened were the lad's passions that despite his very best efforts, he failed to maintain the slow, steady rhythm he had determined on and after just a few strokes found himself out of control. Knowing what would happen next, Albert pulled Charles down onto his chest and covered his mouth with his own, the boy still thrusting away. He was just in time, hardly had he begun to kiss him when Charles lost control completely, buried himself in as far as he could and screamed into Albert's mouth as he spasmed time after time. Withdrawing almost immediately he'd orgasmed, Charles stared, open-mouthed at his uncle, eyes glazed and mouth wide open. "Stay as you are," he gasped. Just lower your legs. Hurry." He moved up Albert's body, grasped his tumescence and lowered himself onto it without a second's pause. Before he knew what was happening, Lord Batchelor found himself embedded in Charles completely, who had a look of sheer ecstasy on his face. "Please," he moaned. "Please." The look of intensity the boy gave and the accompanying pleas would normally have shocked Albert, but he was so aroused himself that he willingly obliged and began to work himself up and down as hard as he could. Charles, adjusting to his rythym, synchronised perfectly and together they shared a unique and long-to-be-remembered ecstatic experience. Neither of them knew nor cared for how long they were united: the only thing they knew for certain was that they orgasmed simultaneously, Charles biting his bottom lip to stop himself screaming out, and Albert urging his body to eject every last drop of his essence to gratify his adored nephew. "I shall remember that for ever," Charles whispered once he'd regained some energy. "It was unbelievable." There were no apologies made for their haste and animalistic behaviour, and none were necessary. Albert understood exactly how the boy felt and how much he needed the release, and if he were honest with himself he actually enjoyed the ferocity of the act. He too would remember it for as long as he lived. Cuddling the boy to him, Albert kissed him lovingly and allowed him to fall asleep on his chest. Glancing at the mantel clock, he was amazed to notice that it was the middle of the afternoon and not the middle of the night as he thought it must be. Smiling to himself as he realised that they still had the hours of darkness to come yet, he too fell soundly asleep, dreaming dreams that are best left to the imagination. "Will you be attending my birthday celebration next month?" Charles asked Albert after their dinner. "I do hope you will be able to make the journey." "There is nothing would give me greater pleasure," Albert replied. "Of course I will attend. Thank you for the invitation. Is there anything particular you would like as a celebratory gift?" As soon as he said this, Albert knew he'd said the wrong thing, at least as far as Charles was concerned. "I am most grateful for what you are doing for me now, by allowing me to visit you in your home," Charles said cheerfully. The doe-eyes and gentle smile the lad gave Lord Batchelor said more than enough to add the extra meaning his statement. "As long as you are present, that will be more than sufficient." "And how old will you be?" Miss Primm enquired. "Thirteen, if I recollect rightly." "You are perfectly correct, Miss Primm. I shall be thirteen years old." "Boys of lower social class than yourself commence paid employment before their thirteenth birthday. You are fortunate indeed not to have to consider that, but do you have any plans as to what to do with your life?" "Oh, yes, I have given the matter a great deal of thought. I intend to emulate my Uncle Albert in every way I can. Study hard, and go up to Oxford is my first intention." "To read what?" Albert enquired. "I read Classics, but I fear that you are not inclined that way." "I think I will study Medicine. I am intrigued as to how animals function and the reasons they behave as they do. The trip you took me on to the Zoological gardens was most inspirational, and the lecture you gave me today on Homo Sapiens was fascinating." Albert was unsure as to whether or not Charles was jesting, once again the insertion of a double entendre in his comment sowing a seed of doubt. He gave up: the hidden meanings of Charles statements and Miss Primm's idiosyncratic use of the English Language being too much to cope with at the same time. "I hope you didn't overburden the boy with too much information," Miss Primm said. "The study of Homo Sexuals is too much for a boy of his tender years. In my opinion the study of smaller animals such as pet rabbits and domestic cats is quite sufficient to begin with." "I think a game of Chess is in order, young Charles," Albert said, fixing him with a stare that told him enough was enough. "Tomorrow is Sunday," Miss Primm reminded them, "And I shall be away to visit my sister and attend church. Would it be agreeable if I packed Master Charles baggage in the morning in readiness for his departure?" "Yes, of course," Albert replied, disliking the reminder that the visit was drawing to a close. Charles, having one of those faces that betrays every emotion, showed that his mind was not completely devoted to the games in hand. "You have lost two games in a row," Albert chided. "We will have a third and final game before we retire I think." Then added in a whisper, "And if you lose, you will sleep in the guest room tonight." Charles looked up at his uncle, shocked, not believing what he'd heard. "But, ......" he started. Albert raised his hand to signal that the conversation was at an end. His game improved remarkably, but not quite enough to beat his more experienced relative. In fact, it took two or three suicidal moves from Lord Batchelor to ensure a win for his nephew. "I thought you were being serious when you told me I would sleep in the guest room," Charles said as they undressed. "But you lost deliberately." "Only to teach you a lesson," Albert smiled. "You must not make fun of Miss Primm She is an old lady who deserves respect." "I'm sorry," Charles grinned, "But the temptation was too great. She didn't comprehend anyway." "No, but I did. And one day she will too, if you are not careful, and then where would we be?" "I apologise once again,"he said contritely. Then, grinning broadly, added, "And how can I make it up to you, Uncle Albert?" "You can kiss me, and then permit me to undress you." The pace they adopted was somewhat less frantic than the one they'd enjoyed in the afternoon, Charles reverting to his simple enjoyment of being caressed and fondled in the comfort of Albert's arms. Lord Batchelor too was more than content to accede to Charles mood, he thoroughly delighted in running his hands over the smooth, unblemished skin of his nephew, toying with his member once in a while, and sharing deep, loving kisses. He knew that this was the very essence of their relationship, a caring and tenderness that went far beyond the physical aspects of their relationship. In an idle moment, he even envisioned the possibility of them sharing a home, a bed and a life together. He knew, sadly, that this was an impossibility. Although perhaps Charles' didn't appreciate it, his life was pre-ordained. True, he would go up to Oxford, and even perhaps study Medicine if he wished. But after that, the care and management of the family's vast estate would devolve on him. It was only right, therefore, that the child should have as happy and carefree a life as possible until then. Looking into the boy's face, Charles smiled, kissed him tenderly and wondered what life held in store for him. "You are feeling morose tonight," Charles said quietly. "Are you out of sorts?" "Not in the slightest, my angel," he said. "I was just thinking how handsome and becoming you are!" "I am determined we are not going to be sad and despondent tonight," Charles said firmly. "Tomorrow night, and for many more nights, I shall be alone and I want something to give me pleasant dreams to remember you by!" "And where do we start?" Albert grinned. "I don't care, because tonight we are going to do everything at least twice!" Calling upon every ounce of energy he had, Albert somehow managed to comply with Charles' request, including using the last of the petroleum jelly. It was well into the early hours before they both drifted off into a much-needed sleep, bodies and minds simply too exhausted to do anything else. The sun was high in the sky when they came to the following morning, Charles apparently having fallen asleep with both hands cradling Albert's much-abused member. Charles opened his eyes, smiled happily to himself and woke his uncle with a kiss, his hands remaining comfortably where they were. "Good Morning, Uncle," Charles yawned. "I fear we are a little late this morning!" "Probably," Albert agreed. "We were awake rather late last night." "But is was most enjoyable, wasn't it?" Charles giggled. "I feel quite sore in places decency forbids me to mention." Albert was distinctly aware that Charles' hands were now gently fondling his member, causing the inevitable, and desired consequence. Whatever plans his nephew had in mind were rudely interrupted by a tap at the door. "Come in," Albert called. Instantly, Charles closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, his hands still maintaining their delicate meanderings though. "I though it best to arouse you both, sir," Miss Primm said, gazing fondly at the recumbent form of master Charles. "I observe the young master is still sleeping. Your presence must have satiated him. Will you bestir him soon, breakfast is almost ready." "I will, Miss Primm. We will be down shortly." True to their word, and Miss Primm's instructions, they bestirred ourselves, but not quite in the way Charles wished. Impressing upon him the need for a little urgency as the housekeeper was anxious to leave, Albert opted not to indulge themselves and instead they climbed out of their bed. "Your member seems rather rosy this morning," Albert grinned as he gazed at the naked Charles. "As well as erected yet again. I do believe I have seen it in that state more than I have otherwise!" Charles stared at his organ, grinning. "You are right, as usual, uncle. But when I am with you, this seems to be its normal state. And it does have a certain glow to it this morning, perhaps it has been sorely used?" "No doubt it has. But for now, let it subside. We may find time later to test its recuperative powers." Chapter 6 "Will that be all, my Lord?" Miss Primm asked as they sat down for breakfast. "Yes, thank you. But could I ask you to prepare Charles' bath before you leave? We shall take care of things ourselves after that." "It will be a pleasure, sir. And may I take this opportunity of wishing him the happiest of celebrations for his birthday in the not too distraint future?" "Thank you, Miss Primm. Your felicitations are very much appreciated. I will remember you especially on the day." Charles said sincerely. Miss Primm glowed with pride at these words and with a delighted smile, set about preparing his bath. "At what o'clock is your father expected?" Albert asked as he watched Charles bathe himself. "He intimated it would be mid-afternoon. Last time we were late arriving home, the latter part of the journey being made tedious because of the darkness." "Good. In that case we have about four hours before you must take your leave." "Excellent." Charles grinned as he stepped out of the bath and offered himself to be dried. "Then I shall not dress at all for at least another three hours." "In the Lord's name why?" Albert said, in astonishment. "Because I will only have to undress again later!" he giggled. Even Lord Batchelor saw the logic in this and gave his delighted, if reluctant, agreement. Wearing nothing but a bath robe, Charles followed his uncle downstairs and into the library where Lord Albert picked up his newspaper and tried to read it whilst his nephew browsed his books, first selecting one, then replacing it before finding another. Albert knew what the boy was trying to do of course, and made no attempt to look at his paper, his eyes being constantly drawn to the glimpses of flesh tantalizingly displayed as books were reached for and replaced. "Come here," Albert said eventually, "And stop teasing!" Charles skipped over to where his uncle was sat and deposited himself on his knees, legs astride and hooked his arms round Albert's neck. Allowing his robe to fall open, Charles snuggled into his uncle and sighed happily, depositing a light kiss on his lips. Albert, with his arms around the boy's waist, returned the kiss and savoured the delicious aroma of a freshly-bathed youngster. An amicable silence descended as the pair relaxed, each happily lost in their own thoughts. Such was the tranquil mood they'd created, Albert noted, that for once the captivating organ between the boys legs remained flaccid, hanging loosely over his perfect little testicles, its now usual pinkness restored. Lord Batchelor thought his nephew had fallen asleep, but a smile growing on his face disproved this, as did his slowly erecting member. For a moment, Albert thought of asking the lad what he was thinking of to cause the arousal , but decided against it as he didn't want to disturb the peace. What was on the boy's mind became evident as very slowly he snaked a hand down into Albert's groin and searched for his target. Grasping it lightly, he allowed his fingers to gently wriggle around until it began to awaken. "Open your legs a little," Charles whispered as he started to unfasten the buttons. "The Library is hardly the place ..." Lord Batchelor started to say, but was stopped by a pair of lips sealing his mouth. Giving in to the inevitable, he widened his legs. Charles released the tumescent member from its confines and sank to his knees, gazing at his prize in delight. Unable to resist the temptation it presented, he took it into his mouth and proceeded to work his tongue and lips around it, oblivious to the sounds of bliss emanating from above. Several times he brought his uncle to the brink of an orgasm but at the last possible moment refrained from allowing him to relieve himself. Lord Batchelor would have given anything to achieve the release he so desperately wanted, and was vastly disappointed to see Charles release his member from the warm cavern it was enjoying, and rise to his feet. Before he could remonstrate with the child, he was stunned into silence with his next manoeuver. Climbing back astride his uncle's knees, Charles placed a hand on his shoulders, raised himself up and with the other hand, carefully positioned Albert's frustrated organ between his cheeks. With a determined look, Charles slowly lowered his body. Incredibly, Lord Batchelor's organ disappeared just as intended, and within a few seconds a very proud Charles was seated on Albert's knees with a beatific smile on his face. "I thought I could," he giggled. "How does it feel, uncle?" Incapable of speech, Albert simply nodded his head and stared, open-mouthed at the boy. Very carefully Charles leaned forwards and kissed his uncle deeply. "Let us remain like this for a while, without moving. It feels truly wonderful," he whispered. For fifteen glorious, memorable minutes they remained motionless except for kisses and caresses adoringly exchanged. Once in a while Charles flexed his gluteus much to the pleasure of Lord Batchelor, thus maintaining what seemed to be a permanent erection. Almost imperceptibly Charles started to raise and lower himself, achieving a state so ecstatic that he stared, sightless at his uncle, mouth agape. Never before had Albert travelled towards an orgasm so slowly and erotically. With each movement of Charles' torso he climbed a little higher towards the goal he so earnestly wanted, until after some considerable time and with a violent shudder he ejaculated passionately and painfully. This time it was Albert who called out loudly and noisily as he lost his fluids, grateful to do so at long last. Not to be outdone, Charles instantly spasmed, ejected enough semen to draw a line from Albert's chest to his navel and echoed his uncle's cries of delight. Even after the energy-draining exercise they'd both enjoyed, the pair remained co-joined until the drying fluids on Lord Batchelor's chest made him feel uncomfortable. Gently lifting a reluctant Charles off his flaccid member, he kissed him once more and suggested they cleaned themselves up as the hour was approaching when he would have to leave. Not having Miss Primm to prepare baths for them, they had to make do with strip washes, which was the source of yet further merriment and jollification, each taking great pains to remove all signs of their recent behaviour. By the time Lord Biggun arrived, they'd calmed down and were feeling rather dejected at the thought of being parted, comforting each other as best they could. "I shall see you on your birthday anyway," Lord Batchelor said. "And I am sure we will be able to make up for lost time then." "I hope so," the rather tearful Charles said. "I don't know what I shall do until then." "I'm sure you will think of something," Albert said, more cheerfully than he felt. They were about to embrace and kiss once more when they were interrupted by Charles' father who insisted that they hurry along as time was passing. "And did you enjoy your visit to London?" Albert asked his brother as Charles was supervising the loading of his baggage into the carriage. "Oh yes, thank you." Then, after ensuring Charles wasn't within earshot, added, "My young companion, whom you have met I believe, has decided to give up the trade much to my regret. He has arranged a replacement though, which may necessitate a further visit in the near future. Talking of which, how has my son been this week-end? He seems to be a little out of sorts these days. Not taking much interest in things, if you understand what I mean. Did her, err, perform, for you satisfactorily?" "He's behaved very well, as usual, With regard to his performance as you put it, he acted perfectly normally," Albert said carefully. "I think he is growing into a very presentable and determined young man. Perhaps that is why his interests are changing, he is of that age I believe." "Maybe you're right, Albert. We must try to find him a suitable young lady. Or other companion," he grinned. "From what I hear, he wouldn't be too concerned as to what sex it was! Just like his father, eh?" With a wan smile, Lord Batchelor shook his brother's hand and stood on his doorstep, watching them drive out of Belgrave Square. He closed the door behind him and sat in the Library, thinking that perhaps he should have informed his brother precisely how his son was changing and what a veritable little satyr he was becoming. But then decided that perhaps he shouldn't say too much as it would no doubt spoil the excellent relationship he had with his nephew, and additionally lead to complications Charles could do without. Chapter 7. Promptly at two o'clock the following afternoon, Lord Batchelor opened his front door to admit a very chirpy Edward Welcome. "Afternoon, Guv.," Edward said, hugging him and planting a kiss on his lips.. "You wouldn't believe how `appy - Happy - I am to see you agin!" "And me too," Albert said. "I trust you are well?" "Am now. Told your brother that I ain't seeing him any more, so's its just me and you now." "Did he take it well?" "Better'n I thought `e would. Wasn't too put out, `specially when I told him that me mate Jack would make himself available. He even gave me an extra half guinea for me troubles!" Albert was walking towards the drawing room when he realised Edward wasn't following him. Turning round, he saw the boy standing at the bottom of the stairs expectantly. "Can we talk upstairs?" he said. "I's missed you and I wants to get comfortable with you without wastin' time down `ere!" As they nestled together in bed, Edward sighed happily and rested his head on Albert's chest, doing nothing except savour the moment and hold his man tightly. "Did you have a good time with your nephew?" Edward enquired lazily. "You ain't got to tell me if you don't want, as long as you was `appy is all I care about." "I satisfied his needs I think," Albert replied carefully, stroking Edward's silky hair. "Thanks largely to your lessons!" "Right. His Pa told me the boy was changing, losing interest sort of thing. P'raps he ain't liking this sort of stuff any more. Sort of growin' out of it. An' I's glad I `elped things along a bit." "Oh, you did that well enough. At least Charles seemed happy when he left. He even invited me to attend his birthday celebration in a few weeks time." "You goin'?" Edward asked. "You can if'n you wants, now I know he's changed and he ain't interested no more!" Then, laughing lightly added, "An I'll leave his knackers alone now I know's he don't fancy you as much!" "He will never replace you," Albert said softly. He meant it too, just as he meant it when he told Charles that he adored him. Lord Batchelor relaxed completely, enjoying the comforting presence of the lad, not the least pleasing thing being that he was content just to lay there and be cosseted. Adorable though he was, Charles could be too excitable and physically demanding at times, as well as unpredictable. "What will you do for money, now that my brother is no longer providing?" Albert asked as they fondled each other. "Dunno yet, milord. I'll fink - think - of something, but I ain't in desperate needs of it anyway. I hopes to get a better job soon an' that'll `elp." "Perhaps I can help in the meanwhile," Albert offered. "No!" Edward said with surprising firmness. "I telled you afore, I ain't takin' no dosh for doin' what I wants wiv yer." Suitably chastened, Albert reconsidered. He wanted to help the boy and his mother, but without causing offence and compromising his admirable principles. "Perhaps you may be able to help my housekeeper or the gardener around the house once in a while. They are both elderly and may appreciate someone who can do the heavy lifting and so on." "I wouldn't mind that. I's be working for it then, and I can share it wiv me ma seein' as its come by legitimate like." "Good. Now, young Edward, shall we indulge ourselves a little? I feel in need of some exercise, and it's been too long since we had the pleasure of one another." Almost lazily, they re-arranged themselves so as to take each other orally and although they were both anxious for relief, took things steadily, wanting the pleasure to last. "Tells me when you're gonna shoot off," Edward said after a while. "I don't wanna makes you do it yet." Three times Albert was stopped, each time Edward taking a rest and allowing Albert to calm down. "Now I's ready for the special!" he said at last. "Let me lay down where you is." Quickly they changed places and Edward lifted his legs, holding them in place with his hands. "Take it slow, guv. I wants to enjoy this." There was no need for any lubricant, Albert discovered. Edward was well and truly ready for the `special', his fundament already visibly moist and relaxed. He slid in with no difficulty at all, not even a hint of pain from either party. Edward grinned up at him and clenched his cheeks playfully. "It's even better'n I remember," he smiled. "Yous still the only one as I let's does this to me. Your bruvver wanted to do it, even offered me more dosh but I wouldn't let him." "How did you say no?" Albert said. "Even I have difficulty in refusing anything he asks." "Me arse wouldn't open up for `im. He got really funny about it and made me do `im twice instead." Edward laughed. "And made me bring `im off again wiv me `and. When `es in that mood, there `ain't no stoppin' `im!" Concentrating as much as he could, Albert settled down to give young Edward all the pleasure he deserved, watching his face contort with ecstasy as he slowly pulled in and out. "Faster now, guv., I's gonna spill in a second!" Edward moaned after a good many minutes, his brow furrowed and beaded with perspiration. Albert had held his own release back for so long that it was with intense relief he allowed himself to ejaculate, just as Edward spilled his own seed with a very satisfied sigh. "That was wunnerful," he grinned. "Real special! Gimme a few minutes an' I'll return the favour!" And so they spent a most enjoyable afternoon, mixing idle conversation and gentle recreation in equal amounts. It was with real regret that they eventually dressed themselves and prepared to meet the outside world in the form of Miss Primm. Taking the bull by the horns as it were, Lord Batchelor approached her nervously. When she was his nurse, many years ago, her word was law and it was a very brave person who challenged her. Even now, when in theory their roles had been reversed, he was still afraid of suggesting any changes to her established routine. "Miss Primm, Edward and I have a problem we would like your advice about." he began. "I am all ears," she said, wiping floury hands on her apron. "I'll be as much assistance as I am able, I'm sure." "Young Edward here finds himself financially embarrassed due to circumstances at home and would like to hear if you have any suggestions as to how he might resolve the problem and earn a few extra shillings each week." "I comprehend," she said, looking at the boy. "He has one job which takes up a lot of time and so another one with long hours isn't visible." "Correct. What we need is a job of work with only a few hours, just enough to produce a little extra income. I thought perhaps we might employ him to help yourself and the gardener with any heavy lifting and such." "I don't need any assistance," she bridled, "But old George needs a bit of a hand now and again, what with his back and all. And if master Edward is here, he may as well help lift the sacks of flour and potatoes for me, they are rather cumbersome." The fact that Miss Primm was at least ten years older than `old George' seemed to have escaped her notice. "Good. So that is settled then. Will you tell George or shall I?" "I'll tell him. He's a stubborn old goat sometimes and needs telling properly. He won't argue with me." Turning to Edward, she said, "Make sure you're clean and tidy and do as you're told, and you and me will get on famously. I know you're a good boy and expect good things from you, just like his Lordship does." "Thank you, Miss Primm, I am truly grateful and I am sure my old ma will be glad too." Once again, Miss Primm's ample bosom swelled with pride as she returned gaily to her work firm in the knowledge that yet again she had resolved a crisis. Over the next couple of weeks, Edward spent most of the daylight hours either at work or at Lord Batchelor's house. There wasn't a great deal to do in the kitchen or garden, and the tasks he was assigned were speedily done to everyone's satisfaction. Satisfactory too was the relationship he was building up with Lord Batchelor, `Albert' as he was called in private. His lessons were progressing well, and their companionship blossoming. They indulged themselves almost whenever they wished, although in practice they only used the bed perhaps every other day.. Most of the time they were perfectly content to be in the same room together, sneaking the odd embrace and kiss when the mood took them, which seemed to be quiet often. The first test of their new-found relationship was when Lord Batchelor informed his household that he would be away for the forthcoming week-end, attending his nephew's thirteenth birthday party. Miss Primm immediately set to and began to gather the ingredients for a special birthday cake, Edward too the news rather less well, although never showed it outwardly at first. They had retired to the bedroom the day before Albert was due to leave and were taking their ease when Albert sensed Edward had something on his mind, one clue being that Edward's member had failed to attain its normal hardened state. "Tell me what's troubling you," he asked giving him a kiss. "Ain't nothin' serious," Edward said. "Just that I'll miss you." "I know you well enough to know that there is more than that, but if you choose not to tell me, then than is your affair." "I's scared that that nephew of yours will entice you away from me,"he said quietly. "Him being better born and mannered than me." It was true that Albert had given this particular problem a great deal of thought over the past few days, knowing that this week-end would somehow bring things to a head. He idolised both boys, but in different ways. Charles was impetuous, rather wild and never dull company. His antics in the bedroom, and out of it sometimes, were exhilarating and exciting and showed an imagination Albert envied. Edward, on the other hand, was much more attentive and caring in the way he behaved, enjoying their simply being together as much as anything else. He was polite, well-mannered and exceedingly good company. In the bedroom, he could be innovative and just as exciting as Charles, but in a more relaxed way, ensuring that Albert had just as much fun as he. There was little to choose between them, Albert decided reluctantly and failed to come to any decision. Placing these thoughts to the back of his mind, he gazed at the young man sharing his bed and whispered, "Charles will do no such thing. We may indulge ourselves occasionally, as you well know, but he is after all, my nephew and our meetings are infrequent. You and I suit each other admirably, and to demonstrate how much I care for you, I have a birthday gift for you too, although I haven't a notion when it is." "There's only one present I want from you,"Edward grinned, feeling much happier. Yet again, Albert was presented with a pair of raised legs and a sight which was impossible to ignore. Afterwards, Edward lay between Albert's legs, his head on Albert's shoulder making it easier to kiss him once in a while. "What will you do this week-end?" Albert asked conversationally. "Go about with your friends?" "Most of my mates will go boozin' or out with the tarts from the docks. The booze gives me a headache and the tarts don't bovver me," he grinned. "I suppose I could go fishing with Jack if he ain't workin'." "How would you like to go to the theatre or music hall when I return?" Albert said. "Have you been before?" Edward's face shone radiantly at this news and gave Albert a hug. "Can we? I've only been a couple o'times. We used to go up in the God's when I was littler, Only cost a penny." "The God's?" Albert said, puzzled. "Right up in the roof of the theatre, where the man who works the limelights is. They sometimes let kids in for a penny each, but you gotta climb millions o' stairs to get there," he giggled. "And then the stage is so far away you can't see nuffink." "We'll go downstairs, and right in front of the stage if you wish. You can see everything from there!" "There aren't any nudes or anyfing, if that's what yous thinking," Edward said. "I likes the singin' and comics." "That's just what I like," Albert said. "That'd be a nice present for me birfday - birthday - , thank you." "Oh, that isn't a birthday gift. It's what friends do once in a while." That earned a slightly tearful embrace from Edward, together with a question. "If that ain't me present, what you got me then?" "Miss Primm has a parcel for you which you may collect when you leave, and not before!" "That means I gotta give you another present, don't it?" Edward laughed. "What would you like this time?" "Guess!" Albert grinned. Chapter 8. The birthday party was to be held on Sunday after Church and as he'd arrived early on Saturday morning, had an entire day free to entertain himself. He spent the first hour or so with his brother, conversing about the estate and similar matters. He was reluctant to raise any close family matters as he would have normally done, mainly because of the things Charles had told him. Significantly, neither did Lord Biggun except to say that his wife was ill a-bed with a headache and Charles hadn't put in an appearance yet. Albert decided to take a horse and have a ride round the estate, just for the pleasure of being on horse-back again, and the exercise wouldn't come amiss either. On his way to the stables, he came across Charles who had been out walking the dogs. "Hello, Uncle Albert," he grinned, shaking his hand. "I'm pleased you have arrived." He kissed Albert on the cheeks, and after a glance round to make sure no one was looking, gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you later, after luncheon," he smiled as he broke the embrace. The groom who brought the gelding out to Lord Batchelor seemed familiar, he thought. As he looked at the man, it struck him: "Joseph!" he grinned. "I thought you'd retired years ago!" "Ain't no point," he said in his usual gruff manner. "Now the missus has gone, I ain't got nothing else to do, so's I comes up here and helps out where I can." "Nice to see, you after all this time! Perhaps we can have a chat when I come back?" "I'd like that, sir." Albert had a magnificent ride. It had been months since he'd had the opportunity to be in the country-side on a horse and he took full advantage of it, exploring places he knew as a child and seeing how well the estate appeared to be doing. He recognised several of the labourers and gave them a cheerful wave as he passed by, happy to be back home again. When he returned, Joseph was sat smoking his pipe by the stable doors, looking as morose as ever. He walked over to Albert, took the horse from him and walked him into the stable, Albert following along, expressing his compliments on how well the horse was groomed. "Aye, it's a fine beast allright," was all he said. There was something about the man's manner that prompted Albert to wait until the horse had been unsaddled and handed over to a stable boy for rubbing down. "What is it, Joseph? You want to say something?" "Aye, my Lord, I do. But it ain't really my place and it's a bit sorta delicate." The pair took a stroll into the vegetable garden, the only place sure to be deserted at this time of day. "It's about young Master Charles," Joseph said when they were alone.. "Go on," Albert replied, concern showing on his face. "I don't know as to how to say this, Lord Albert, but he has gained a certain reputation which isn't altogether wholesome if you gets my drift." "How do you mean?" "Well, if I may be open with you sir, people thinks he has been doing things which aren't right and proper with some of the boys on the estate and in the village." "Are my brother or his mother aware of this? Have you mentioned it to them?" "Oh, no sir. Lord Arthur isn't the sort of man you can talk to regarding certain things, and I wouldn't soil his mother's ears with such delicate matters." "I see. May I ask one question to clarify my mind, and then we will consider the matter closed if you wish." Joseph nodded, staring into the distance. "Is it to do with things below the waist?" "Aye," Joseph said simply. Deciding to enlarge, he went on, "Boys will be boys and we knows they do things which ain't proper, strictly speaking, but they grows out of it and no harms done. But Master Charles has been making the lads do things which ain't natural." "Thank you, Joseph. It must have been difficult for you to inform me of this, and you can rest assured that I will deal with the matter. And your name won't be mentioned." "Thank you, sir. I regret having to burden you with such a thing, but Master Charles is growing into a fine young man, and I wouldn't wish him to do himself any harm so early in life. People round here have long memories." Lord Batchelor wasn't in the least surprised at Joseph's information; in a way he'd half-expected it from what Charles has said. He regretted that his behaviour was becoming common gossip certainly, but it appears that no permanent harm had been done to his reputation so far. Perhaps a word in his ear would suffice, after all the lad was not unintelligent. There were upwards of a dozen people for the informal luncheon party, most of whom Albert knew and so a very jolly time was had. His brother was on good form and regaled the party with several fascinating anecdotes, all of which were decorous and well-received. Glancing round the table, Albert caught Charles' eye and they smiled at each other, a secretive `we know something they don't' sort of smile. Despite the surroundings, Albert felt a stirring in his trousers as they raised their glasses to each other. Moving onwards, Albert next looked at his sister-in-law, sat next to her son. Albert thought she was finding the party rather stressful and had the distinct impression that she would rather be elsewhere, and the reason why soon became apparent as her eyes kept flickering across to a pretty young maid standing against the wall, waiting to serve the next course. That she considered herself a cut above the other maids was obvious by her whole demeanor and Albert correctly assumed she was the one who had displaced Charles' mother from her rightful place in the bedchamber. The meal was drawing to a close when Charles turned to his father and asked if he would mind if he took Uncle Albert to his room to explain a difficult Latin text to him. With hardly a pause in his conversation, Lord Biggun agreed that it was an excellent idea, and then turned his back on the lad, dismissing him from his mind. Once in Charles room, they relaxed and embraced, kissing one another fervently and with a passion emboldened by their lengthy separation. Charles, however, made no move to undress himself as he always did when the prospect of some exercise was in view. Albert looked at the boy, the unspoken question hanging between them. "The house is full of guests," Charles whispered as if they were all gathered outside his door, listening. "I am afraid that we will be discovered." "Is there nowhere else, then?" Albert asked, frustrated. "I can't think of anywhere," he said, "All the other bedrooms are occupied by houseguests." Thinking desperately, Albert had an idea.. "What about the nursery? Surely that isn't in use these days?" Charles' face lit up and a broad grin spread over it. "Perfect," he giggled. "I'd forgotten about that, no one ever goes there these days. We can be quite alone and safe up there." The nursery had changed very little since Albert and Alfred had used it when they were younger: the twin beds were there, side by side as they always were, and across the room the larger bed for the Nurse, in their case Miss Primm. Albert smiled as he remembered the pleasurable fumblings which he and his brother indulged in, first exploring their burgeoning sexuality when they were about eight years old or so. In fact, he recollected suddenly, it was in one of these beds that Alfred first displayed his ability to produce seed, proudly demonstrating the talent on several occasions to his younger brother. By that time, he would have been about the same age that Charles is now, and now Albert was about to do something rather similar with his son. Once undressed, they embraced and kissed in the middle of the room. Charles sensed immediately that his uncle was unusually aroused, his penis already leaking the precious fluid onto his navel as they hugged. Smiling to himself, Charles put Albert's excitement down to their location, and the also the effect he was having on him. Taking advantage of the situation, without any further ado Charles pressed his uncle down onto the nearest bed and hurriedly licked the moist member clean before slipping it between his lips. Lord Batchelor was approaching his orgasm much too quickly, and begged Charles to cease for a while, who happily moved his head up to Albert's and kissed him deeply and adoringly. "Birthday." Gasped Albert. "What would you like us to do to celebrate it whilst we have the opportunity?" "I thought you'd never ask," laughed Charles, his face glowing with excitement. "First I would like to have you on your back. And then you can do it to me. That will be a fine gift for us both!" The combination of Albert's fond memories of the room and Charles' evident frustration at having been without such exercise for so long ensured that the next hour was filled with a serious pleasuring of each other in every way they could think of. Should anyone have the misfortune to be anywhere within earshot, they would have been left in absolutely no doubt as to what activities were taking place behind the close door. Silence eventually descended within the room though, as Charles and Albert, thoroughly exhausted, curled up together on the bed and recuperated from their passions. "You were magnificent, as always!" Albert whispered in Charles' ear.. "You always excite me greatly," Charles answered. "And I've missed you so much." "You have been doing nothing at all, then? Not even with Symes?" "Just a little," Charles said. "When I am in desperate need. But he seems more and more reluctant to indulge recently." "There is no one else to turn to, then?" "I have taken some pleasure with Jacob. He is a little younger than myself; the son of the blacksmith. He seems quite amenable." There is the connection, Albert thought. The blacksmith was Joseph's son, and hence Jacob was his grandson. No wonder he was concerned about Charles' proclivities. "I would take very great care with the local boys," Albert said, stroking Charles' soft hair. "They are unable to keep secrets as well as we are, and they may well reveal something, even by accident." "So you think I should avoid them? Stop doing things with them?" "That might be wise, until you find one who is trustworthy. I am sure there must be one such somewhere nearby for you." "I will try, Uncle Albert, but you know how difficult it is to restrain oneself when the mood is upon you." "I do, but you must take heed of what I say and try." "I will, I promise. But for now, I have you and we have half an hour to spare ....." Albert slept alone that night, rather to his relief as the exertions of the afternoon had been more tiring than usual. It would have been difficult for he and Charles to meet anyway as the boy was sharing his room with the sixteen-year-old son of a distant relative and questions would certainly be asked if Charles was found to be missing from his bed. Lord Batchelor smiled to himself, pitying the visitor if Charles had made his mind up to seduce him. The birthday party seemed to start at breakfast time the following day and was planned to go on all day from what Albert could understand. There were far too many people around for Albert's taste: he much preferred a quieter, less frenzied life style and the mass of people and accompanying noise began to play on his nerves. Searching for somewhere more restful, he chanced upon the games room which was out of bounds to the guests. Mixing himself a whisky and soda water, he eased himself into a Chesterfield and watched the activities taking place on the lawn through the French windows. Hearing the door open, Albert turned round, irritated at being disturbed. Fortunately, it was his brother, also seeking some tranquillity. "I fear I must take leave of you after luncheon," Albert said. "I have an early appointment on the morrow and must be about early." Strictly speaking, this wasn't true but Albert had had enough of the gathering and wished devoutly to be back at home as soon as possible. It would be impossible to have another tryst with Charles anyway. "I have taken the liberty of presenting Charles with a silver casket for his birthday," Albert said to his brother. "The family crest has been engraved upon it, suitably modified for when Charles inherits the title. A little premature, but I thought it appropriate." "Indeed!" Arthur laughed, "But it is well thought of and I am sure he will appreciate it." "Talking of Charles," Albert went on. "I fear a little closer supervision of his activities may be required if the rumour I have heard is true." "Oh?" said Arthur, taking a sip of his whisky. "I understand he may have been making something of a nuisance of himself with one of the local boys, if you understand what I mean." "I see," Arthur said. "Can you tell me more?" Albert knew he'd raised a very delicate topic with his brother, given the problems he'd had at his boarding school and also with one or two local boys. "Not really. I just overheard something in the stable yard yesterday which concerned me, and knowing Charles as we both do, it may not be groundless." "Thank you very much," Arthur said. "I would be most displeased of the family name became tarnished by youthful exuberances." Laughing slightly, he raised a glass to his brother and said, "I think we both understand how easily that can occur. A chip of the old block, is he?" "Precisely," Albert agreed. "I will confine him to the house and grounds for a while and find him some useful occupation to fill his time. That should cool his ardour, I think." "Good," Albert smiled. "And now, if you will excuse me, I must make preparations to leave. Will you be coming up to town in the near future?" "I plan to be at my club in two weeks time for a few days. I trust Charles will be welcome to stay under your roof? I have engaged the services of a new messenger and may need to spend some time with him." It was evident that Lord Biggun saw no connection at all between his liaisons with messenger boys, and Charles' behaviour, but instead of commenting, Albert simply said, "Of course. He will be most welcome." Chapter 9. After the tiring week-end, Albert was grateful for Edward's placid, more reserved nature and relaxed completely with him. They still spent a great deal of time in the bedroom comforting each other but the activities they engaged in were pleasurable diversions and not in the slightest degree strenuous. Albert had been back in his home for ten days only when a letter was delivered, one marked with the family crest which could only mean it was from Arthur. Opening it hurriedly, he was disappointed not to find a note from Charles, and so read the lengthy one from Arthur with more care than usual. Charles, apparently had not taken heed of his uncle's warning. In his usual, rather blunt style of writing, Arthur informed his brother that one of the local boys parents had discovered signs of blood on their son's undergarments and under close questioning had revealed that Charles was the cause. `I have confined Charles to the house pro tem, until a solution has been arrived at', Arthur wrote. Albert sighed deeply, shocked at the news, disappointed in Charles, feeling sorry for the abused boy, and even feeling sorry for his brother. The last paragraph of the letter however made him sit up. `I am asking you, dearest brother,' the letter concluded, `If you are in a position to take Charles to live with you for a time until the commotion has died down.' Albert's heart missed a beat as he thought about he and Charles living together and what a delightful prospect it was. Moving across to the writing desk, he got as far as putting pen to paper when he paused. This was the moment he had been dreading for weeks: he was being forced into making a decision he had put off for far too long. Surprising even himself, the choice was easily made, and with a flourish, picked the pen up and commenced to write: My Dearest Brother, I am truly sorry to hear of Charles' misdemeanours: I did warn the boy of his behaviours, but I assume his emotions got the better of him and led him down a path which would have been best avoided. Both you and I know he can be a very passionate young man, and once determined on an action will see it through heedless of the consequences. To have him live in my household would delight both myself and Miss Primm. He is happy here and causes no problems at all. However, I feel that if he were exposed to the temptations that life in a big city offers, no matter how closely he is supervised, he will find a way to take advantage of them. You and I are both aware of the ease with which boys of a certain disposition may be led astray and I don't think Charles would be averse to it. It is with deep regret therefore, and after long consideration I feel that his presence here would do more harm than good to the child. May I suggest that he is sent to a boarding school for a while, until he learns to control his urges? I believe the one you and I attended is still functioning and would suit our needs admirably. At the risk of stirring up old memories, as we both know the school will tolerate certain activities if kept within bounds, but will also chastise those who transgress the code. It may come hard to my nephew, but I feel the regime will do him good and establish a mode of conduct more becoming in him. I look forward to seeing you in the not too distant future, Yours etc. Albert re-read the letter several times, each time becoming more convinced that he was doing the best thing for Charles and bitterly regretting having to recommend it. There was only one more task he had to perform to ensure his style of life changed to a more stable, acceptable one. Searching Miss Primm out, he sat her down at the kitchen table and explained that young Charles would no longer be visiting on such a regular basis as he was being sent away to boarding school. "The best place for him," she smiled. "He is a clever young man and needs proper edification in a place with other boys of similar talents." Miss Primm looked at her master, concern showing on her face. "And what of yourself? You will miss him sorely if I am not mistaken." "I will, Primm. I will. But I have decided on a course of action which may hopefully satisfy me, but will displease your good self." "And what may that be?" she asked, lips pressed firmly together. "I intend to ask Edward if he will become my ward, and live in the house with me as a a member of my family." For the first time in his memory, Miss Primm burst into laughter and stared at Albert, tears running down her cheeks. "Why bless me sir, it's taken you long enough to make your mind up. I think it's an excellent notion and I welcome it. I thought for a moment you were going to close the house down and live on the estate." "You mean, you mean ..." Lord Batchelor was speechless. "I raised you and your brother from babies, remember, and there is precious little I don't know about the pair of you. I think it was a mistake for Lord Biggun to marry in the first place, but he has produced a fine son and heir, thanks be to God, even though he seems to have inherited a family tray." Taking a pause to wipe away the tears, she went on, "You never married, which was the right choice, but you still need companionship and I think Edward will be an ideal one. He will be the son you never had. And the activities you get up to when you are alone are no concern of mine." "But you knew?" Albert blushed. "And never said anything?" "What's to say? You kept your private things to yourself and were the soul of discretionary always. My only wish is that now the house will become a family home and you will let an old lady get on with her work unmolested." Chapter 10. It took Albert several hours to overcome the shock, hours spent not only thinking how much his life had changed in just a few short hours, but also at the amazing Miss Primm who had shown herself to be a most devoted servant, a friend almost, with an understanding of the frailties of human nature far beyond his. He was still not quite himself when the familiar ring on the front door bell informed him that Edward had arrived. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and led Edward straight into the library much to his surprise and consternation. "Before we commence our `lesson', Albert started, "I have something to tell you which may cause you to leave my house straightaway, or remain. The choice will be yours." Edward was taken aback at hearing this, and Albert watched his face change from surprise to shock and then puzzlement. "Wha, wha .. is it milord. `As I done sommat wrong? What you gonna say?" Edward was twisting his cap in his hand, tears only a breath away. "Listen carefully to what I have to say. And then say nothing until you have thought about it: take your time and consider all aspects of my offer before you decide." Biting his lip in apprehension, Edward nodded. "I have decided that I would like you to come here and live as a member of my family. To make you my ward." "To live `ere, wiv you in this great `ouse? For ever? Why?" "I think you know why, Edward. And it would be for ever as far as I am concerned, that's why I would like you to become my ward." "A ward? Wot's a `ward'? The only wards I ever `eard of works in jails and madhouses and such. An' I ain't gonna be one o' those." "They're wardens, not wards," Albert laughed. "If you become my ward, it means that I am responsible for you. For your education, clothing, feeding and such like." "Like you was my father then?" "Sort of, but I can't adopt you properly because I don't have a wife. Making you my ward is the next best thing; it means we are tied together until you come of age." "What, 21? You means you will `ave me until I's twenny-one?" "Yes, if that is what you wish. Now if you have no more questions, I will wait until you have made your mind up." "I ain't gotta fink - think - Guv. If yous means wot I thinks you means, then I'll do it gladly." Then he paused as a thought struck him. "It don't mean we gotta stop doin' stuff do it? `Cause if'n it does then I ain't interested." "No, it doesn't. But you will have a room of your own of course." Screwing his eyes up, Edward looked at Albert strangely, then said quietly, "Yous serious aint'cha? You ain't takin' the piss - err - makin' fun o' me are you?" "Come here a moment," Albert said. Edward approached Albert nervously. Taking the boy in his arms, he kissed him deeply and ran his hands through his hair. "Now are you convinced?" he said hoarsely. Edward nodded, unsmiling, and returned the kiss. "Now can we go upstairs?" he whispered. "I got a lot to fink about and I finks better in bed." Laying comfortably in the bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, Albert could almost see the wheels turning in Edward's mind. "D'ya know something," Edward mused. "This room's bigger'n my whole house. I'll get lost in this `un sure as eggs is eggs!" "Talking of houses," Albert said. "What about your mother? Will she agree to your coming to live here? After all, she will be losing a very attractive son." "She'll agree OK," Edward said. "She's been `inting for ages that I aughta find a berth for meself somewhere else. There's a new man in `er life and I get's in the way a bit I think!" Within a week everything was settled to the satisfaction of all concerned and Edward had moved in to his new home. The room he was given was rarely used, the pair still electing to share their bed and bodies whenever the fancy took them. Miss Primm too, was perfectly content, now having another young man in her household to take care of and cherish, much as she had done for Lords Albert and Arthur not so many years ago. On their first night together, Edward and Albert celebrated their new relationship just as you might expect, together and harmoniously. Just as Edward was about to drift off to sleep in the early hours, he turned his shining face up to Albert's and whispered, "I've just remembered when my birthday is." "When?" Albert replied. "Today. I got's `em all at once!" The End. Comments? Queries? Complaints? Send 'em to johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk