"So happy to meet you, dear Cousin," said Wes's cousin, but Wes thought that the handsome family member did not really mean it, but was being polite the way some people are. Also he had a funny accent, that he was sure was a special Sunday way of talking. Surely he didn't talk like that every day.
"I am mighty glad to meet up with you, likewise," said Wes in his best voice and big smile. Then he grabbed the hand of the nice young fellow who was standing there holding Wes's suitcase. "That's really fine of you to carry my suitcase, 'course I could do it myself." He held out his hand to the boy, but the boy stared at the proffered hand and then looked at Cousin Malcolm who nodded permission. He kid put down the suitcase and shook Wes's hand vigorously. He introduced himself as Percy, "Just Percy, sir, and that'll suffice."
As they walked toward the Rolls Royce parked right at the entrance, seemingly watched over by a uniformed policeman. (They call all the police bobby, Wes found out even if they have their own name.) An older man was sitting in the passenger seat in the front. He was dressed in a mulberry colored uniform that matched the color of the car. When he saw them approaching, he jumped out and put the suitcase in the trunk, he called the boot and held the door open for them. Percy got into the front driver's suit and the cousins in the rear.
"O-0-0-h, I see," said Wes. "You got some special car that the drivin' wheel in on 'together side. That's mighty interestin'."
Cousin Malcolm let out a sort of snort. "So dear cousin, do you have other clothes with you besides your unique traveling attire." He took in the bare shoulder that he noticed for the first time and stared a bit too long, then shook his head to clear it.
"Well, these are my new ones. I keep 'em clean the whole trip. I got only an old bathin' suit case you have a swimmin' pool. If'n you got a tub, a kin wash these Bibbs and wear em each day." He answered politely, but he was beginning to believe that Malcolm was not so nice a fellow...pretty snotty, he thought.
"I see," said Malcolm somewhat unimpressed.
In the distance, a large reddish stone mansion rose up to the sky, sitting on top of a hill. "That's the family dump," said Malcolm offhandedly.
Wes whistled in admiration. "Holy cow, it's bigger'n the county court building. The car turned into the gate. The driver pressed a button near the visor and the gate swung open. As they entered the drive, Wes could see that the entire estate was surrounded by a narrow body of water. "You'll have a bit of a flood problem. Gramps fixed ours by digging a trench down to the low area, an' now we have a real nice swimming hole.":
From the front seat, Percy smiled and turned back to speak to Wes. "We call that a moat. In the 1600's it was supposed to keep brigands away."
"Oh my, that is an old place. What's a brigand?" But he never got a chance to hear as the car stopped under a covered area they called a portico Two older lady servants came out and stood at attention at the door. Malcolm introduced Wes to the ladies. Wes took each of their hands. He told Bessie and Grandilla that he was pleased to meet them. They both looked in shook at Wes's hand as he shook theirs.
Percy, holding the suitcase asked Wes to follow him. He walked up a long staircase and then about a quarter of a mile of closed doors to other rooms and finally came to a door with an overhead gold sign on it, stating, "Bucolic Suite." Percy explained that the Duke was a bit unique in that he named the suites with different names and themes to apply to them. "Tomorrow I can show you the torture suite, the sexual suite and the Adonis one."
Inside Wes was overjoyed to see pictures of cows and pigs, but over the fireplace was a portrait of a nice older lady. He thought she looked a bit like Mary Lou Anderson, the old lady who lived on the other side of their field. She was famous for her fudge candy. He supposed the lady in the portrait didn't make candy, because Percy told him she was the Queen of England. She was wearing a crown. "Whew, if that was real diamonds she'd be rich." Percy smiled happily. He was going to enjoy this handsome, dumb fellow.
It was now tea time and Percy asked if Wes would like some tea and crumpets. "Not sure what they is, but I'm bear hungry."
Wes went into the old fashioned bathroom. It was as big as his old farm house. He washed as he was taught by Gramps before eating. He dropped the straps of his overalls to wash his chest and underarms and was just drying when he heard a scrapping noise coming from the bedroom. He stepped in just in time to see the fireplace slowly moving aside and out stepped Percy, a tray of food in his hand. Percy pushed his pert ass against the handle and the hearth moved back, closing the passage. He saw the amazed look on Wes's face and he laughed delightedly. "Yes sir, the old master has the whole mansion honeycombed with passageways. I arrived this way because it was a short cut." Then noticing Wes being bare to the waist, he remarked, "May I say young sir that you have a very fine upper body development. May I just verify that?"
"Course, if you want to touch my chest it's okay, but it does make me a bit stiffish in the male organ area."
"Oh how exciting." He put the tray down on an end table and came up to Wes.
This closeness gave Wes a chance to look over the boy. He had nice red hair, slicked back with some kind of pomade. His face, with its ski slope nose and wide humorous mouth was both pleasing and sexy. But the boy's warm hand was playing on the farm boy's chest so delightfully that Wes could not stop a grunt of excitement pass his pink lips. "Oh my Percy, we oughta stop now. Maybe after I eat."
Percy pulled himself together, resuming his servant role. He poured the tea and uncovered a plate of little sandwiches with their crusts cut off. hidden under a lace napkin. On another plate was a selection of scones. "Which is the crumpets?"
"Oh sorry, cook advised that the crumpets will be available for breakfast."
While Wes ate and Percy stood by, and the valet began talking. "Dear sir, I have been lent to you as your body servant."
Wes interrupted him, "Body servant? You mean somethin' sexual?"
"Well I am pleased to be a sexual servant whenever you require it, similarly as I do for Mr.Malcolm, But generally a body servant lays out your clothes and assists you in the bath and such. More tea sir?"
"What kind of sexual servanting do you do?"
"Well I am excellent to provide or receive oral ministrations. I have never received anal sex, but I am outstanding in servicing the bums of my masters. My sexual organ-I can show you if you wish-it particularly well suited for entry into the rear. It is thin with a head that is the same diameter as my shaft."
"My, my boy, you are tellin' me more than I oughta hear, but you got me surely interested. You look as if you have a fine youthful body an' I would like to see it soons. Now I too do not receive deliveries in the rear. Hey that's a good one. I made a joke. But I'd be willin' in the future to make a delivery to your rear."
Percy was blushing. "Sir, when you have finished your repast, shall I draw your bath?"
He had to explain what that mean. Wes said that was a good idea and he stood up and dropped his overalls to the floor. His feet were bare. Percy rushed into the bathroom and started the bath water taps going. He rolled up his sleeves, showing strong, muscular forearms with a faint decoration of red hair. He removed his stiff collar and opened two top buttons of his short exhibiting the twin swells of his pectorals, and a light dusting of the same red hair.
"It's ready sir."
Wes strode into the bathroom and lowered himself into the perfect temperature water. His country equipment rose to the surface and bubbled formed around his fair colored public hair.
Perch soaped up his natural sponge with fragrant soap and began applying it to Wes's back and chest. "If I may say sir, your body is outstanding. It greatly resembles young Malcolm. Now, if you would stand I may then be able to clean your buttock area and your...your frontal...beauties."
A few swipes on Wes's impetuous cock caused it to rise quickly and with great stiffness and pulse. He was a farm boy, it never embarrassed him. It was "natucharule" he'd say. But, continuous rubbing of the sponge on his sensitive organ made his eyes close and his nostrils open for heavy breathing. Percy did not fail to notice. "Shall I rub you off, bring you to a happy ending, as they say?"
Wes spoke in a grunt. "Yur pretty mouth makin' friends would be even nicer young friend."
With a moments hesitation Percy leaned forward, opened his mouth and rested Wes's rampant organ on his smooth, hot tongue and left it there. Wes began panting softly even though nothing was happening. This was a magical tongue that exuded heat and pulses. Finally Percy gave a small sucking motion. Wes grunted louder and his honey hips moved slightly back and forth. Percy smiled to himself that the young fellow was fast falling into lust. He allowed the prick to slip deep in his throat and held it there, swallowing rapidly. Wes was hiccupping in pleasure. In spite of his history of slow cumming, he knew that this new sensation was already riling his balls and causing his knees to almost lock up in stiffness, a sure sign of being about to shoot his dairy stuff. Percy swallowed even fast now and massaged the feverous prong with rapid strokes. He felt Wes's farm boy hands hold on to his ears as Wes slipped inevitably into a mind blowing orgasm. He flooded the boys mouth with sweet cum and Percy swallowed happily, glad he could bring such pleasure to the handsome American boy.
At last Wes withdrew. Percy dried him and Wes stood like a little boy, allowing this service. He felt real sleepy after his big bang and it was getting late. Percy helped him into the bed. Wes allowed himself to drift into a deep sleep. He awoke the next morning. Percy knocked on the front door of the room this time. "Sir, I brought you a robe I borrowed from the young master, also a pair of under shorts and slippers, I'll help you wash and then we can retired to the breakfast conservatory.
Percy could see that no shave was necessary on the smooth cheeks. He did give him a quick damp wipe and set out his tooth brush. In a few moments he accompanied the lad to the room where an English breakfast was setup on the sideboard.
Malcolm greeted his cousin remarking how much better he looked in gentleman's attire. Wes was pleased with the bacon and kippers and other goodies. He ate heartily which amused the other two. Finally Wes sat down with a sigh, rubbing his flat belly. "That was food an' I thank you mightly."
Malcolm suggested that Wes consider a new wardrobe. "Smythe and Williams have done our family clothes for several generations and the present partners usually come to the house here for measurements. Shall I call them?"
"Well, I don't have much money to spend. I tried lookin' at the Sears' catalog but it was too 'pensive."
"Never worry Cousin, I will charge it against your inheritance."
So it came to be that Smythe and Wilson, two fifty-year old gay partners who now ran the custom shop arrived at the mansion asking for the Wesley. Percy brought them up to Wes's room and then left. Mr. S. and Mr. W. looked over Wes. "You have an excellent physical presence and fitting you should be no problem. Mr. S. looked deeply into Wes's eyes. I dark blue suit with perhaps an over box of lighter blue might bring out your fine blue eyes." Mr. W. who spoke not at all, nodded vigorously. "Now," said Mr. S. "Kindly remove your wrapper and we can measure."
When Wes slipped out of the robe, it was as if the sun came into the dark mahogany room. His body shone in youth and health. His borrowed shorts pouffed out in front in a brazen way.
Mr. W. who rarely spoke,,exclaimed, "Jesus on high, what a picture, right off the Elgin Marbles." His hand, holding a tape measure shook and he rubbed his crotch absentmindedly.
"Wilson, try to maintain your decorum. Now give me that tape measure." He passed his arms around Wes's back and drew the ends between the boy's pink nubs. "Oh my, Wilson, my eyes are getting blurry, would you read the measurements please."
Well it went on this way for an hour as the men huffed and fanned themselves and rubbed their fronts. Wes was much amused and enjoyed the time spent with them. He secretly loved being admired. .
Smythe and Wilson were so anxious to return for the final fitting that they rushed their workrooms to finish quickly. Finally three days later the suits and sport clothes were delivered. Malcolm, Percy and the Mr. S. and Mr. W. were very pleased. Wes looked like a young aristocrat, ready to speak in the House of Lords.
That very day they motored to the solicitor's office to hear the will of the old Duke. Hon. Mr. Biggerly was in his nineties and had bad eyes and worse hearing, but by the final understanding of Malcolm and Wes, the estate, five years earlier was over three million pounds, now due to the old man's excesses in gifts to a certain cinema actress and heavy repairs to the manse, the estate would, after deducting Mr. Biggerby's fee, only about $2,000 American. It sounded very nice to Wes. His Gramps could get some new machinery, but to Malcolm it meant giving up the servants and perhaps selling the estate.
They ate dinner in town, but it was not a cheerful meal. Wes thought and thought how he could cheer them up and he came to a wonderful solution. "Friends, when we get back to the house, let's celebrate with some of that fizzy wine you showed me in the wine basement and have ourselves some fun." They agreed glumly.
End Part Two