"Indian Servant Gives a Hand Job, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Interfacial
I awoke to the chimes from the landing clock. It was nine o'clock. The room was streaming with bright sunshine.
This bed in one of the guest quarters must have been made for a giant. I awoke lying slantwise, as the bed was a wide as it was long and the length was half again the normal.
As I fully opened by eyes they rested on the exciting figure of Nigel. He stood, a tray in hand, clad in white short and white canvas shoes, his dark, slim body set off by the white. White also were his teeth, now smiling broadly as he watched me shake off the profound sleep of the night.
"Good morning Charlie," he said in his lilting sing song voice.
I was surprised that he knew my Christian name, not to mention the diminutive. I was, at first, annoyed, by then my morning cock was crowing stiffly and I stifled my impetuous lordliness and merely smiled faintly.
The insistence of my rigid member, due to need to urinate, no doubt, expressed itself in a tented area of my linen nightshirt. Nigel saw it, stared at it which made it harder yet.
Stand up Sir, I have the slop bowl here and I shall assist you.
He moved the bowl directly under my sac and pressed the ring slightly. That felt very good indeed. Then grasping my organ, he held it in his warm, smooth hand and gently pointed it beyond the rim.
"Now Charlie, piss!"
I tried to no avail and looked at him with troubled eyes. "I am too far into the throws of erection to do it." I'm afraid I said that with a whine, not proper for a lad of my station.
Then I heard a sound, a sound as if there was a cobra loose in the room. "Shhhh. Sisssssss. Pisssss."
I opened my eyes wide as the magic sounds went directly to my stubborn penis. With a loud sound of the stream hitting the bowl side, I pissed and pissed. Oh how good it felt. Even Nigel laughed with pleasure at my success. What a good fellow he was.
He reached down and shook my prick, letting the final drop cascade downward. That was excellent and my stiffness now was in remission. He dropped my nightshirt downward and it descended like a stage curtain.
"Kindly return to bed, Sir, that I may proceed to serve you refreshments."
He took the tray that he had rested on the bedside table and took a glass of amber liquid and handed it to me. Noting my questioning look, he said, "It is an Indian remedy. It's not only delicious but it is reviving to a great degree. I believe you will enjoy it."
Dubiously I took the goblet and tilted it to allow a small bit to enter my
mouth. As soon as it reached my tongue, my taste buds were bombarded with wonderful sensations. I looked up at Nigel who was anxiously awaiting my verdict.
"It's delicious, decidingly so."
"Do drink up and we shall have our bath."
I upended the goblet and slurped in contents.
I lay back against the pillows my body relaxed. I began to dread the process of heating water and awaiting the tub to be filled and the time wasted.
"I have decided to forgo the full bath this morning in favor of a sponge bath. Please bring the sponges and towels, as well as basin. "
He readied the equipment as I lolled in bed. I was feeling great lassitude with profound sexual feelings overlaying that. My prick again rose and was pulsing with need. I hoped that the Servant had some plan to bring me happiness of that sort.
"Kindly stand beside the bed, sir." He totally removed my nightshirt rendering me naked. This was not the usual way a servant bathes one. Ordinarily he does a portion at a time, maintaining coverage in areas note being washed. But this nakedness engendered a bit of wantonness and I felt an urge, that I suppressed, to childishly waggle my rear.
As if he read my mind, he turned me slightly so that my bum was displayed to his glinting eyes. "And it is a thing of perfection, sir, dimpled on the sides and with those two dimples at the base of your spine. If only I could paint, I would memorialize it."
His unexpected and admittingly improper, praise left me with my prick flexing wildly and my breathing turned heavy as if I was galloping on a horse.
He tenderly toweled my body, as I continued to sigh deeply. I was in the throes of some sort of sexual intoxication. Oh my, the drink! I gasped out, "What was in that drink. It has rendered me powerless to control my animal spirits."
His response was truly unexpected and amazing but so perfect, I must have been desiring it all along. He put his slim, hairy, brown arm around my neck and drew me close. I could smell his sweet breath, a combination of clove and cardamom. A moment later, as my vision blurred from the increasing closeness of his face, I closed my eyes, then my lips felt his full lips pressing against mine. I tried, in foolish pride, to compress them, to close off against his invading tongue that licked at the closed lips. I fought as hard as I could, then I sighed and allowed the invader to enter the gates.
Immediately as his tongue conquered all, I sagged in passion and defeat. He followed his advantage with an assault on my arse, with his free hand. Ht kneaded the cheeks and rubbed a digit over my anus. This produced a recklessness in me as my own tongue emboldened and fought back. I felt my lover's body vibrating in passion and we clung to each other as if we were shipwrecked orphans.
When we separated, we stared at each other in wonder. We had entered a new plane, a strange neighborhood. I felt an overwhelming desire to be satisfied and it, to my amazement, centered in my buttocks.
Somehow he sensed it and he quickly undressed and then firmly moved me toward the bed and I sat down. He and then ne hypnotized me with his eyes and he moved between my legs. He lifted then and put each ankle on his bony hips. I was in a vice. My bum hole, my most private area, exposed to his view.
He moaned at the sight and licked his lips as if he was about to begin a tasty meal.
"I see boy, they are kissing the air. What loving lips they are, they long to engulf my cock."
I groaned and almost wept at the power of my emotions then he must have felt my hips rise even further. It was an invitation from my body that did not have my permission.
He took that as an acquiescence, and he took his long slim dark spear and rubbed the ruby colored hear against my arse lips. I gasped. It felt so good. I felt the effects of the potion leaving me and the feelings were replaced with a sexual energy. I pushed my arse towards that organ. My arse lips kissed it and attempted to draw it inside.
"Are you sure, English Boy? You are entering on a perilous journey that may enslave you."
"I don't care. There is an emptiness down there that must be filled, or I will die. Do your worst. I am your slave."
Nigel cried out with victory and he slipped the smaller head into my steaming hole and waited. I was huffing loudly and my own prick was jumping and spitting slime over my belly. It was both terrifying and soul satisfying.
"Don't dilly dally brown boy, push in. Pretend you are avenging the Raj."
With a cry at my taunt he pressed forward and his cock slid in like a sword into the scabbard. The profound feeling against my insides almost robbed me of consciousness. I never could have imagined the thrill of encompassing this hardness. My eyes were fluttering with emotion and my body was extruding sweat across my chest and stomach.
Although I was in ecstasy from feeling this flesh lodged in my bottom, I still wanted more, more intense feeling from the Bombay ravisher.
"Move. Don't rest there like a stupid beast. Your job is to make me happy."
He let out a cry of mixed anger and passion and pulled back. His organ was almost out of my hole and I cried out of disappointment. But then he thrust forward and I screamed from surprise and feeling.
"Do it again and again you donkey," I bawled out.
Again he cried out in passion and anger and he began rapidy thrusting and withdrawing. I was so caught up in the fucking that I became a dog bitch, drooling and almost peeing in excitement.
He saw that my cock was arched and pulsing in excitement and he groaned out, "Do wish to spew your essence? I will feel your arse vibrating when you do and that will cause me to deliver my milk."
"Yes, yes please. I am almost in pain from the need to empty my gonads."
So he, at the same time, grasped my prong and began shagging it, and intensified his fucking. We were both howling with the effect and suddenly I arched my back and in a choked voice said, "I have arrived. I am almost across the river."
He groaned, overcome with the moment and he shouted that he felt me delivering spunk and could see it landing on my stomach, then he began shooting into my hot passage. I felt it and I pushed even more sperm out.
After a few minutes of this mutual orgasm he fell on me and our slippery, sweaty bodies clung to each other.
"Get off me you oaf!" I said to make him comfortable with the
reassumption of our roles.
"Yes Young Master, let me wipe you and refresh you. Then shall I prepare food for you, eh, so you might regain your strength."
I laughed, "My strength, so you can fuck me again?"
Laughing, he said,"Only when you require me to."
"And that might be often," I said, in almost a whisper.
End of Part Two