"Indian Servant Gives a Hand Job, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Interracial
This day a maid brought my breakfast. I asked her carefully, not to raise any suspicion of being too interested in Nigel, of his whereabouts.
"Oh My Lord," she said as she curtsied on her way out, "I saw him heading toward the stables.
As I munched my toast and tea, I thought that Nigel may have had designs on Will, the groom. I had been riding a bit the last week and he was a very arresting boy of about seventeen. Lower class of course and a bit ordinary of feature, and had a face tanned by the sun (a lower glass sign) but had a fine build, curly red hair and a cheeky way of looking at one. Besides, as he proffered unwelcome aid in mounting my horse, he managed to verify my backside. I was tempted to slash him with my whip.
I finished my breakfast and toilet and dressed quickly and wandered outside and headed toward the barn. I was intensely interested to discover Nigel's intentions toward the lad....and perhaps a bit jealous that his ministrations toward me had been compromised.
As I rounded the corner of the estate, the stable and mounting area was in view. There sat Nigel in his long white canvas trousers and white shirt. He was lounging on a wooden bench and beside him, a bottle of amber liquid. I wondered if that was the strange brew that rendered me so avid on our first meeting.
"Hallo," he called cheerily, catching sight of my approaching figure. Spying my boots, he c continued, "Planning a brisk ride this morning?" He laughed at the double meaning of his words.
I marveled at his slim beauty revealed in the bright morning light and my lower body began a slight buzzing of desire. Adding his appearance was his wonderful way of speaking. It returned me instantly to my passion of the days before.
"Where is Groom Will," I asked in as clear and commanding voice that I could muster
"The boy is completing a currying and will be finished soon." Then he stared hotly at me, his tongue licking his lips sensuously, "May you join our games?"
There was no question that he was laying out his plans of the morning. He was organizing a sex romp. Before I could speak, the large stable door slid open and Will emerged. His large blue eyes opened wide and his red eyebrows rose in surprise. "Young Lord, I am pleased to see you here. Shall I saddle you up? He laughed at his hidden jest. My eyes swept over his fine figure. He was wearing blue canvas trousers and his round muscled forearm was exposed in front of rolled sleeves. His unruly hair seemed to exude a wanton air, as well as his wide mouth and lips. The boy had excellent teeth, not usually seen in the lower classes. But is was his protruding, rounded buttocks that arrested my eyes, those plump cheeks threatened to tear the fabric in the rear.
"No, I will joining you and Nigel here in whatever games you plan."
Will looked worriedly at Nigel as if ask if it is possible?
Nigel rose and took charge of the moment and responded to Will's unspoken question. Putting one rather overly intimate arm over my shoulder and pulled me toward his warm, slim body and said, "Charlie here is in on our kind of games. Let us waste no more time and proceed to Will's quarters above the barn.
Will chuckled loudly and led the way into the barn and up the stair case to his room. He swung the door open and proudly revealed a bare room with cot and dresser and no much else.
As I squeezed past Will's outstretch arm I smelled his arm pit and body. I had to restrain myself from uttering a groan of awareness. His perfume was compounded of leather, saddle soap and boyish sweat.
Once inside the room, Will stood awkwardly not knowing what to do next, and also wary of my presence. Nigel took command. He uncorked the bottle of wine and announced, "This is my contribution. I think you will find it good tasting and will warm your brain and other body parts. Charlie here can attest to it.
I was anxious to proceed into the unknown territory that awaited and I added my testimony. "Oh yes delicious." . Will smiled broadly. "I am parched from work and I always enjoy a drink of brew." Grasping the bottle he upended it and drank deeply and long. Nigel had to stop him. "Wait boy, that's sufficient for the day."
I took the bottle and wiped the rim and then pretended to drink a long time by allowing the liquor to lie against my closed lips. Finally I put it on the table. Nigel did not avail himself.
Even the little that I imbibed had a mild effect on me, but as I glanced at Will I could see that he was totally under the influence of this devilish concoction. His mouth was drawn up in an inane grin and his eyes were slitted down so that only a glint of blue showed between his long reddish lashes. He swayed slightly and grasped my shoulder for support. He had a large hand and its warmth invaded my body.
Nigel directed him to maintain his hand there and remove his clothing. He did so with some difficulty and he held me so tight I was almost breathless.
He lifted each leg in turn and with his free hand he undid his boots and then his stockings. His revealed feet were very large and well shaped.
Then came his rough fabric shirt. His shoulders were wide and his chest rivaled those statues in the museum. His body skin was white and silky smoth, quite aristocratic in appearance and feel. But the trousers pulled off showed the main attraction of the day. Will's prong was a baloney in dimensions and quite lovely in shape. Below his prick swung a saddle bag of testicles, each the size of an unshelled walnut. He shook his cock and balls with vigor to free them from their sticky adherence and, perhaps from the potion, they rose and plumped out.
"Your eyes are devouring pretty Will," said Nigel with satisfaction, but I noted his thin white trousers acknowleded his own interest. "Sir, please remove your own clothes as I will also and we can begin our first diversion."
End of Part Three