Joe and Neil
Chapter 4. Weekend house-party
On the Saturday night of that week I had been invited to a houseparty in a very prestigious country house outside London. This was through a family connection too convoluted to explain here. However, I enquired as to whether I could bring a friend and the answer was yes, and the more mysterious the better. I explained this all to Joe and asked if he would be my plus 1. It all sounded rather daunting to Joe and he was supposed to be working so he said he would think about it. The next day he messaged me to say he could get the time off and could we discuss it more but yes, he was keen.
The weekend involved a reception, a formal dinner, a murder mystery dinner party, a dance and country walks. I had been at similar things before but this was all new to Joe, and Joe and I were still new to each other. This could really solidify our relationship or finish it off in short order!
The other invitees were an odd mixture of connections through my odd family which included some aristocrats, theatre people, politically connected people and artists. DIY store assistants were not thick on the ground so I really had to convince Joe that he has several assets that would stand him in good stead: he was intelligent, quick-witted and much more street-wise than anyone else there. And he was with me, and I was proud to have him as my partner.
My cousin would be there and I had arranged for him to bring a second set of formal wear for Joe as he was about the same build as Joe. But apart from conforming to the formal dinner etiquette, anything goes amongst this amazingly Liberal, eclectic and weird assembly of people. It was going to be different. The only other thing to be sorted was whatever characters we were assigned for the murder dinner party which would arrive very soon by WhatsApp message.
The messages arrived and our characters were Sir Peter Ainsley-Fotheringill (me), a wealthy aristocrat with dubious family history, and Marcus Williamson, a brash American entrepreneur with very suspect connections (Joe). We could be as weird as we like we were going to enjoy ourselves! We visited loads of charity shops to get some gear to wear. I went for fuddy-duddy aristocrat tweeds, Joe went for loud and flamboyant. He loved that and was going to really ham it up. That said, Joe was still feeling as though he could be a fish out of water he really needed to just go for it so I would need to keep encouraging him.
My battered old Ford looked somewhat out of place as we arrived at the country house to be parked by a doorman and our luggage taken to our room. It was enormous with a huge 4-poster bed. At 6pm we would meet for drinks then the formal dinner so we showered and put our black tie kit on. Joe looked stunning as my cousin s kit fitted him perfectly. My cousin came by to check how it fitted, but mostly because he wanted to check out Joe. I had to drag him off Joe as he really didn t need to check the fit of Joe s inside leg in such detail! However, it was so funny that we all relaxed and went down to the reception in a great mood.
Most people knew who I was but everyone wanted to meet Joe I could have been jealous but instead I was proudly keen to show him off. I don t think Joe had ever felt so important and the object of such adoration he knew that he was good looking but his cuteness score was definitely under appreciated. He described his profession as in retail which made my researcher profession sound quite lame. We were not the only gay couple there and sexual attitudes were clearly Liberal underneath the formal tradition. At dinner Joe and I set together but were monopolised by ladies on either side enjoying the security of flirting with a gay guy. Their husbands really didn t care but this was probably all well-rehearsed routines to them. To Joe and I it was just great fun.
After dinner mostly the men retired to the drawing room for drinking spirits and we joined them. The only issue was one of the older military types kept trying to grope Joe so we escaped to the terrace when he went to the toilet. A steward came out to see whether we wanted anything and after we both admired this cute young man for rather too long before we replied we all three burst out laughing. I suggested 3 malt whiskies in room 6 when he goes off duty and asked what time that would be. He replied 23.30 Sir and retreated. I m not sure whether he took the hint I doubted it as I m sure this happened a lot to such a cute guy.
Joe and I went up to our room tired, stripped off and climbed into bed for a lovely cuddle. There was a knock at the door maybe it was the steward? I grabbed my briefs and went to open the door and it was him with a tray and three malts. I invited him in as Joe sat up in bed. Please take off your clothes and join us, oh and what is your name. I m Ally he said, offering his handshake, then he quickly stripped and climbed into the middle of the bed between us as I climbed in next and handed the whiskies out. We finished them quickly as Ally was hot and horny his cock was rock hard even as he stripped off. Can t stay long he said but the rest of our communication was non-verbal apart from all the noises he made when Joe s cock was fully inside him I knew why! He had a very long and slender cock which was beautiful to feel sliding inside me very quickly but I was able to grip it strongly which rapidly pushed him over the edge as he unloaded inside me. True to his word he only stayed an hour and we fell asleep quickly after he left.