++++Note: In Part Two, I may have twice referred to my hero, Wes, as Clem. Sorry, Clem was a real person and he intruded into His fictional self.
The three young fellows, giddy with disappointment, but heady with a feeling that this evening would be fun, tumbled into Wes's "Farm" room.
Percy had stopped in the pantry and had two large bottles of Champagne under each arm. Malcolm opened his the school tie he always wore, opened his shirt buttons and took off his Oxford shirt, leaving him in a white athletic shirt, next he bent and took off his shoes and socks. "I feel like I am at the beach and about to go into the ocean."
"Maybe so," nodded Percy, who went further in his undressing because he wore no undershirt. He excellent, muscled chest shone like an oil painting in the room, faint reddish chest hairs gleamed from the rays of the setting sun coming in the tall windows.
Wes always found clothes restrictive. He removed and carefully hung up his new suit, leaving him in his new briefs, his strong tanned legs splayed out in front of him on the coffee table.
POP, the champagne was open and the froth entered three glasses. "It doesn't taste too good. Why is it so expensive?" Asked Wes, wrinkling up his tickled nose. But after refilling his glass twice, he beamed at the others, "My, my, it makes me feel a mite warm." He reached down and readjusted his meaty boy cock, prominent in his new briefs.
Malcolm, who had been diffident in the sex approaches, even hints, decided to throw caution to the wind and exercise his hot instincts that was often enjoyed by Percy. He wiped off his undershirt, revealing a pale, but strong chest. It resembled Wes's except for the missing tan. He was also hairless and his nipples were large like Wes's. Cousins no doubt
He came over and sat next to Wes, Percy watched the tableau. "Cousin, you are a very handsome and desirable boy. Every time I look at you my lips twitch in my desire to kiss you."
"Well shucks Mal, you oughtn't to resist yur urges, it could do somethin' bad to you." He leaned forward and put his warm, pink, full lips against his cousins similar lips and pressed gently, letting Malcolm gradually get the courage to return the pressure. He did breathing into his kiss. In a moment their bare arms surrounded each other's shoulders and they pressed hard against each other. Percy could hear the pants they emitted around their kissing lips. He could also see that their mouths opened in passion and young, avid tongues snaked out to make tongue kisses and gropings. This kept up for about three minutes when they finally separated, both panting loudly. Wes held out his right arm and Percy came close and joined the hugging boys.
When Wes felt able to speak he announced to the others. "Now seein' as this is a "Farm" room, I say it is time fur milkin' an' this farm boy is goin' tend to milkin' time. The others looked at him, not sure of what he meant. "Now cows are alwus naked, so you two git naked." They slowly took off their remaining clothes, Wes noting that Malcolm's penis resembled his except that it was pink/white while his had a tannish tinge, but the foreskin covered the glans completely with a little fringe in front like his, but at this moment, the head began to peek out somewhat. Percy's prick was not long, but slim and curved upward. He was circumcised. His cock was already very hard and jumping with his heart beats.
Wes was now nude. The three boys formed a tableau of male beauty as Wes instructed them to, "Git on yur knees and elbows and stick yur hind quarters up to the air. I know yur both filled with milk and want to empty yur sacs."
The two, master and servant crouched side-by-side, their hot bodies touching. Percy couldn't resist being this close to the boy he loved so much and he kissed Malcolm's soft cheek. Malcolm turned and kissed Percy's Puckish lips, both humming in warm pleasure. But Wes, his own cock beginning to stand away from his body, began his beloved ritual. "Boys, let me look over yur hind quarters to be sure all is in good shape afrore milin' 'gins."
Wes looked at the two spectacular rumps facing him. He was dizzy with excitement and lust. First he put his big warm plow hand on Percy's butt. "Oh my there is a faint bush of fine red hair growing here. So pretty, so nice." He kept softly passing his hand over the most protruding part of the ass cheek twins, then down around the deep dimpled side. He could hear Percy sighing loudly and his ass moved each time it was touched. Next he turned his attention to the classic, museum quality rump of his cousin, elegant, smooth and pink/white. It was tight and muscular from years of horse riding and bicycle riding, so much so that the halves were naturally separated and showed the hairless, pink anis.
Malcolm turned and looked over his shoulder. "Cousin, what about the milkin'?"
"Oh my, I git lost in gazin' at yur beauties. Right, now to chores. First my cousin needs to git emptied."
He reached his arm around Malcolm's middle and reached under where the family type cock was hanging, lonesome and wanting. He took the hot appendage in his big hand and squeezed gently. Malcolm eyes rolled up and his mouth opened in pleasure. He breathed a quiet "A-a-a-h."
"Yes Bossy, you like that. I ain't got a pail to catch the milk, but my hand is pretty big, it should work." Then turning toward Percy who was breathing so hard it almost sounded like sobs. "Now young calf, jes' be patient, soon as I empty this un you're next."
He began a slow squeeze and light pull on the cock/teat. Malcolm began to moan and croon with excitement. "Yes you rube boy, move quicker."
Wes smiled because he was so glad he was making the noble boy happy. He doubled his efforts and soon the honorable boy began to rock his hips back and forth. "Percy, quick kiss me. I think I'm going to ejaculate." Percy turned to him and kissed him hard. Wes could see the boy's ass trembling and in a moment he howled out loud and spew ropes of cum into Wes's waiting hand.
While Malcolm was still kissing his servant, Wes took hold of the perky cock pulsing under the younger boy. He was already dripping and ready to give milk because he was so riled up by his master's passion. Wes tickled his balls, pulled gently on them, and then with his other hand he wiped his thumb over the leaking piss slit. Percy mewled in helpless passion. Soon his rounded ass began its dance of orgasm and his head reared up and he shouted his cum call and began an even larger delivery of English clotted cream.
"Stay where you are English boys," Wes commanded. They weren't sure why, but they were still up for more fun. Wes spread Percy's ass checks apart and stroked the slightly hairy crack. That hit Percy with a heady rush. He grunted like an English boar.
"Oh American boy, I am in confusion. I am afraid to be anally raped yet my ass is crying to be filled."
"I as well," said Malcolm, "But I am a brave person. I need to experience American style rural fucking. Percy has fucked me many times, but never invited me to reciprocate. Perhaps this will introduce dear Percy to accept my prong in the future. He has been as reluctant as a virgin maiden."
Percy listened to his master's words. "You may fuck me first and I will decide if it is acceptable for my master. But you must be very careful. If it hurts, I will refuse it."
Wes stared down on the pretty servant boy's beautiful, smooth back, the planes cascading down to the beginning thrust of his prominent ass. Just before the curves began there was a small patch of fine red hair. At this moment that fuzzy was beaded with nervous sweat. Wes realized that the only fuck friend Percy had ever had with his master. This was a new scary adventure so Wes decided he must bring the boy to the boiling point before entering. But Wes was eager to fuck. He put one finger in Percy's mouth to get it wet and as natural to Percy, he sucked it madly, partly out of being so wary of what was to come. Wes took the wet finger and inserted the tip into Percy's red hair ringed asshole. He ran it around the puckering flesh over and over, waiting until the hole widened and invited his prong inside. But the hole was too small to enter. Wes grabbed a handful of the generous boy ass and squeezed the flesh hard. Percy called out his pain, but his boy hole sprang open and Wes wasted no time in getting his prick head into the opening. Percy was in a sex trance as Wes entered fully. Malcolm stayed close to his servant, his arm around the boy's back, patting him and murmuring encouragement.
Suddenly Percy's redhead reared up and turned to stare at Wes. "Oh you Yankee devil, you have conquered my ass." Then turning to his beloved master, "Milord, you are in for the fucking of your life. I will plead for you to fuck me every day, now that I see the fun and excitement of it. Oh to give myself completely is heaven." Then to Wes, he said, "Do not be gentle, fuck me like I was a mare at your farm. Fill my hole with your spooge."
Wes began fucking the boy hard. He grunted. Percy cried real tears, drooled and sweated and then suddenly Percy began shooting streams of cum from his pulsating cock.
Malcolm was getting almost to cumming himself, so he called to Wes. "Farm Boy, when you leave my servant, enter me. I am brave enough to accept it now."
Wes, his cock stiff and vibrating controlled himself and moved over to the waiting young lord. He stared down at the hairless pucker and saw that it was pouting like a hungry gold fish. He ended the young man's need by slowly slipping his farm boy tan prick into the needy hole. Malcolm was crooning with delight and pushed his ass back to feel more. He shouted when his hot button was stroked by the cock in him. He screamed that he would cum any minute. "Fuck me very hard. Percy kiss me. I am about to discharge."
Wes obeyed and swung his strong hips back and forth, shafting the tender hole with vigorous strokes, feeling his own orgasm coming at him with speed.
A minute later, Wes called out that he was cumming and as his warm milk hit the noble boy's insides, he froze, his legs locked and his began to shoot wildly, soaking the bedspread below him.
After a period of recovering, the boys ordered the cook to prepare a supper for them. "After all, soon we'll have no cook, we might as well enjoy it while we do." Percy assured him that he could cook if it ever becomes necessary.
After their snack they finished the rest of the wine. Malcolm talked of the future. "I guess you'll be leaving soon. Now I have plans that might make your inheritance much more than the small stipend you have now. I propose, if it is acceptable to Percy, that he no longer be my servant."
Percy cried out in protest.
"No, you don't understand dear friend. I want you to be my lover and my partner in this new enterprise. No more my inferior."
"That is all I ever hoped for Milord, I mean Mal."
"The mansion is in good shape, thanks to my father's repairs the last few years. I propose turning it into a resort. We can take the apartment over the stables, it is elegant, especially when we paint and furnish it. We'll probably have to get rid of the horses."
Wes listened. "You have a fine idea. You could turn that water around the house into a swimin' pool."
The English lads laughed at his naivety and each got up and kissed him on a cheek. Poor Wes was overcome by the loving gesture and tears ran down his tan cheeks.
"I promise I'll come back to the old mansion, but now I have to git back to the farm and help Gramps with the plantin' an' show him my new suit and underwear."
End of story