"Indian Servant Gives a Hand Job, Part Five" by Jay Roberts Gay interracial
The following day I received a telephone call from Mummy and Daddy. They returned early from their trip because the weather had been so bad. They wanted me to come home right away so that I could spend some time with them before returning to school from the break.
Their was also a note from the Duke asking that I visit him before I leave. I had been remiss in paying respects to this eminent noble personage, especially since I was partaking of his hospitality.
Now I wish to be sure you do not think that the Duke is some old crusty character. Not at all, he was my mother's younger brother and probably not more than forty five. He was a handsome devil, blond and slim, but alas, at the present he was suffering from a mysterious malady that left him little energy.
I hastened right then to visit him. I knocked on the door and it was answered by a tall, ginger haired young man of sturdy physique He was in full kilts and Scottish jacket. My Uncle called from his bed introducing the chap as Dr. John MacPherson.
He explained that his old doctor down with the flu and he sent his assistant. "Young doctor John is an excellent physician and I believe, under his care, I am improving already. But hear him out. He has a preposition that involves you."
I turned to hear what the doctor had to say and why it involves me. As I turned, I realized that he was right behind me and the force of his muscular sexuality hit me square on. My eyes, unpolitely, raked up and down his body. I took in his full chest, his lovely curly red/gold hair and his bold features. His nose was a manly size and his full lips curled into a fetching purse. I could not help but imagine what it would be like to feel those lips on mine, overpowering me. But the most sexy part of him were his powerful, hairy legs and knees revealed above his ecru woolen stockings, and his thick thighs disappearing into the pleats of his kilt. I wondered the usual, did he wear anything under them.
He spoke to me on behalf of my uncle. I thrilled to his Scottish burr and the deepness of his rumbling voice. I guessed him to be right out of medical school, perhaps 24 or 25 but his crinkly blue eyes seemed younger.
But here I was getting myself all sexually excited dreaming over this very sexy man and I was not listening to him. I caught myself up and paid close attention.
"Laddy, your dear Uncle has a non-specific ailment that comes and goes. Dr. Sprague, his regularly physician and I have consulted and we feel he would be greatly aided in recovery by obtaining a dose of young essence. We urge you to help your dear relative by offering such a substance."
I stared at the doctor in puzzlement. "What sort of medicine could I offer. I would gladly do anything to aid him." And turning to uncle, "What do you require, dear sir?"
"Your spunk, young sir, your slimy wholesome boy milk."
I took five steps backward being appalled and frightened and whispered to the doctor who was standing so close that his chest was against my back. "Is he losing his mind?"
"Nay, he's not draft, laddy," he said forcefully and I could feel his moist hot breath against my bare neck. Already my prick was rising from his presence, and now the sexual suggestion involving my handsome uncle whilst the sexy doctor was in the room made my head swim.
"I accept."
Doctor John signed in relief. "Let us not waste time. Boy, drop your trousers and your underwear."
I did so. My erection had subsided, perhaps from shyness. "Doctor John, I could more readily get into the state so that I could dispense my personal medicine if you might allow me to reach into your kilt."
"Why you fuckin' welp! You are cheeky beyond relief. I am a professional, not a fancy boy for dalliance." Yet as the words went on, his resolve and his volume decreased. By the time he finished, he took my young smooth hand in his large hand with reddish hair on the back and steered in into the dark recesses of his kilt.
I could hear his breathing deepen as his chest rose up and down. My warm hand felt the fuzzy upper thighs and then reached the center of his two thick legs and between them a nest off wiry hair. Parting the hair I found his man root, a veritable tree trunk of a fuck tool. The full blunt end was slippery with early excitement. I could have continued to a full sexual experience with this fabulous man but Uncle called loudly.
"Boy, come close, let me take your medicine dispenser into my hot lips and draw the stuff into my mouth and body."
Now I am ashamed to say, but the prospect of orgasming into that weak person made my prick deflate and rendered me useless in a medical way. But Uncle had the solution.
"Doctor, his arse in toward you. Lick it, that will get him into the mood." Doctor John was reluctant and let his patient know. "Your Grace, I am a man for the ladies. I do not lick boy's arses, in fact, I am not enthusiastic about such an endeavor."
"Your enthusiasm be damned. You shall get this boy ready by means of your tongue or I shall report you to your senior partner."
So humbly the handsome, virile haggis eater sunk to his knees. From behind me I heard, "It is a rather lovely arse, quite the equal of any lass's. Let me learn it with my hand first."
I felt his hot hand roam about my arse cheeks and one impetuous digit teased the opening of my secret passage. I sighed loudly and my uncle said, "The boy's weather vane is advising spunky rain." He leaned forward and slipped his noble lips about the dewy head and hummed in appreciation.
As for me, my rational self was in a whirlpool of delight. Dear Doctor John had freed his large tongue and that organ was presently licking up and down my arse crack. Good that there were no photographers there else they would have snapped my foolish face now. My boyish tongue was hanging on the side of my mouth and spit was drooling onto my chest. My breathing was audible, a mix of moans and hoarse breaths. Behind me the intrepid Scot called, "Is he spilling yet?"
"No," complained the Duke but there is enough dewy precum to equal a grown man's spunk and the flavor is outstanding."
As Doctor John began using his tongue like a prick, my hips began to move in a fuck motion. "He's going into his final phase," the Duke said hoarsely. I can feel my cure to be a moment away.
But he was wrong. Somehow my body was enjoying this delicious perch on the threshold of orgasm and didn't want to give it up. Doctor John, perhaps beaus of his medical training, realized this and he took the next step. He stood up, grasped my shoulders for support and ordered, "Boy, thrust your rear out and bend slightly."
In my sex fog I still knew his intentions and that coalesced with my desires. My hot hole opened obediently and I felt his blunt cock head press against my puck door.
"You little bastard. You are resisting me. I shall treat you like the whore you are."
So saying in slapped my soundly on my rump. It was a powerful incentive to cooperate, especially as he evened the pain by slapping the other cheek. I cried out in pain and passion and my puck opened wide in welcome. Doctor John slid his big cock head just inside the rear door and waited. I huffed and puffed in an attempt to train myself to accept this enormous flesh tube inside my tender passage. But I longed for it. I longed to feel it fucking me. I wanted to serve sperm to my uncle by the agent of the young doctor's fuck.
I had not long to wait. He pulled back and as he thrust forward I cried out in surprise and some discomfort. He whispered hotly in my ear, "You shall be accepting of this fuck else I shall beat you. Let it bring your kettle to a boil as my patient must have your magic elixir."
He began a vigorous sawing of my back side. I tried not to shout and cry and mewl and cry but to no avail. Uncle seemed to enjoy my vocalizing and he kept up his suckling of my overheated member. Finally my prick lengthened and became stiffer. I began delivering the dose in full measure and more. Uncle heaved and sucked and grunted. His own member spew and my own was pulsing wildly and spewing long streams of my young honey.
The doctor let out a soulful cry as my churning hole wrapped and caressed his feverous tool. "Good lord, I cana stop myself, I am faint with desire to spend. Here it comes!"
The handsome Scot squeezed my shoulders painfully and held on as his knees buckled and straightened five times. He howled like a Banshee and shot a heavy volley into my breach. Then again and again, each accompanied with a soul wrenching scream. This man was possessed of a furious cum agony. How lucky his partners were. At last he only muttered and made little piteous and pulled his still plump cock out of my, reluctant to surrender it, hole.
"You did magnificently, both of you," the Duke cried happily. I feel better already and may go for a ride this afternoon."
The next day the brought the Rolls around though I tried to insist on a taxi. The Duke also would take no refusal in his decision to accompany me to my parents estate. "Perhaps we might take the opportunity for anoter "injection"."
On the steps stood the Indian Servant and off on the side, the cute stable boy. I waved as best I could as the Duke was already trying to undo the buttons on my trousers. They waved back and the stable boy rubbed his crotch as a salute.
We reached the three quarter mark of the trip and my Uncle had sucked me twice. As he tried again to rouse me I fell into a profound torpor and he managed to take a thired dose.
At our destination I embraced by father and mother and the Duke sprang out of the vehicle like a youngster. I alit slowly, my eyes sleepy and my body heavy. A nice bed would be welcome. I recover quickly and look forward to seeing James, our footman. I have plans for him.
End