++++Hey you kids, under 18 peeking in. I see you. Please say a polite goodbye and leave. Of course you may return when you reach that magic age of ...my...consent.
Since both Lady Clarice and the Baronet died in that dreadful attack by those dastardly highwaymen, I have remained at the manor under the watchful eye of Wilson, our butler.
Although I know nothing of Wilson's personal life, I can only judge him as I see him. Wilson is a strong chap of forty and five. His bearing rivals any aristocrat and he is the handsomest of mien.
Besides Wilson, my mum's youngest brother, Hon. Lackly Norman visits me once a month. He is also very handsome, but in a different way. His devilish chin whiskers and glinting dark ways offer an aspect of dark warmth and merriment at the same time. Those visits are strange. We meet in my bedroom and he asks me to undress. He carefully checks my fifteen year old body for any abnormalities. When he finishes, he seems quite wan from the task and his face is often flaming red and perspired.
I love Uncle Lackly and often find that my member stiffens when I think about him whilst falling asleep. I confess that I have culled up imagines of him without his trousers and underwear, and...oh I must not become too inflamed as Wilson is now calling me.
"Blake, the tutor has arrived and awaits you in the study. I'll set out milk and cookies to sustain you during your lesson."
My old teacher has recently announced that he is retiring from his profession and deems me so proficient in Greek and Latin that I will easily gain admission to Oxford in spite of my tender age. I look forward to being with lads my own age as I feel intense curiosity about them.
Later that day Uncle made an unexpected visit and he was closeted with Wilson in the library. As is my custom I listened at the door. Without this vice, I might never know what was happening at Sandibog, the estate.
I heard him say, "My late brother in law had a secret liaison with a servant of mine."
"Ah," was all Wilson said, obviously wetly enjoying this piece of family bastardy.
"The result was a baby boy whom she reared in London. The lad is now sixteen and his mother asks that I act was his protector and see to his education as a gentleman. I met the boy for the first time yesterday when his mother brought him to me. He is quite the image of the Baronet, tall, blond with the same aristocratic nose, and named John after his father."
"What are your plans, sir."
"I propose to install him here at Sandibog. He can be a companion for young Blake. He's a bit rough from his rearing in the back streets of Soho, but lively and intelligent. They will learn from each other."
My heart lept with joy. I shall have someone to share the hours with, as I learn about his life and test myself against him. I sat there in great delight when suddenly Uncle's voice called out, "Blake, you scamp, I know you are there listening. So you know all now. Later today I will present your half brother to you. I'm sure he will be honored to be with you."
Then he turned to Wilson. "Wilson, the boy is pretty. What with those black ringlets and pale skin, he not only resembles his beautiful late mother, but he surpasses her in comeliness."
As I took my leave and began the long ascent up the three stair cases to the floor that contained bedrooms, I began to feel a drowsiness and decided to take a short nap before dinner.
As I rested I began to go over some of the strange things that had occurred the last few weeks, at night. Let me first tell you that a few years ago, when he was younger and more able, my tutor took me on an educational train trip to north of Scotland. "It's 1850 lad, I wish you to see the far reaches of your country, the most powerful in the world."
On this trip I encountered a high waterfall. I was fascinated with the tumultuous cascading of water down to a deep pool where it splashed raising small spouts. I mention this because I have dreamed of this waterfall lately.
Let me describe the circumstances of my dreams. I am attired in my long nightshirt and resting, asleep, on my back. I seem to feel, or dream, that my night dress is being raised exposing my naked lower half. A delicious stroke begins on my sex and I am moaning happily in sleep. There is the waterfall and suddenly I feel the rush of the fall, then later, my belly is being wiped with a warm cloth and I fall into a profound sleep.
Now, my nap is suddenly over as a knock on my bedroom door wakes me. It's Wilson. "Sir, I have behind me, your new brother and friend."
The door opened wide and Wilson stepped in and motioned and the person I would call Johnnie to enter. It was as though the sun broke out of a cloud. His bright blond hair entered the room and his ruddy complection and cheeky grin announced his strong presence and character.
He walked briskly over to the bed that I was propped up upon and held out his hand for a shake. I grasped his hand and found it rough, but the feel seemed intimate.
" e's a right fine looking person," he said, addressing his remark over his shoulder at Wilson. "Pretty as a girl and just as soft. Say laddie, may your new brother kiss you?"
I stuttered in confusion, but before a moment passed, he fastened his full mouth against mine and kissed me soundly. We both parted, breathing hard.
I caught a quick glimpse of Wilson, his hand pressed tightly against his rampant organ that pushed out the silk of his breeches. This was a potent moment, but broken at last by John's merry laugh. "Sweeter lips are not to be found in the kingdom. Oh how I shall like bein' here." Then changing the subject quickly, he said, "Mr. Butler, can you produce food for I am staved." and turning to me, he said, "Our Uncle offers much of himself, but no food. I am weak!"
Then comically he staggered over to a lounge chair and fell upon it, his feet raised in the air.
I had a moment to appraise his attire. They were of the order worn by our grooms, heavy canvas trousers and a stripped cotton shirt missing several buttons but affording a glimpse of his smooth, muscled chest. My new friend was a powerhouse of energy and projected strange rays of heat that were affecting me mightily. My mind suddenly wondered, "Where will he sleep? In my large bed, I hoped." But I soon learned that his room would be next door. There was a connecting passage door on the side of the fireplace and I hoped he might avail himself of it at night.
Wilson was saying, "I'll speak to cook and have her set up a full service of tea and buttered bread.
John grunted. I think he was hoping for beer and fish and chips, still once the food came, John and I had a pleasant time gobbling up the fare and slurping the tea. Wilson frown at us several times.
After tea we played skittles, then Wilson advised us that dinner would be in an hour. He turned to fix John in a stare and said, "Of course, as usual, as is our custom, we dress for dinner."
John laughed. "I dinna expect to be starkers."
I whispered to him that it would be formal dress clothes. When he said almost proudly that he didn't own any of those funny clothes, Wilson advised that he would fit well in his late father's.. And so it came to be that we had a formal dinner together. John looked for all the world like a young noble, but of course, he speech was uncouth, but very manly. Since I had been eating alone for so long, it was exciting and I fear that I aped John and drank too many clarets.
He put a brotherly arm about me and helped me up the stairs. When we got to my bed chamber and stood by the large bed, he asked "Shall I strip you, lad?" I drew myself up to my full height as best I could with the effects of the wine befuddling me and said, "No, I shall do it me self," and fell upon the bed and almost immediately the room seemed to disappear as I sunk into an early bedtime.
I was conscious that John did undress me and I slept well into the first rays of the morning light. I might have continued sleeping but I heard the squeak of the passage door. This door had been cleverly designed to be part of the book shelf. Through squinting eyes I saw John, wearing naught but underpants, making his way stealthily on bare feet.
Immediately my breath began to deepen. This was outstandingly exciting. Soon he stood beside my bed. Oddly, I could hear his audible breath as well. He discerned that I was awake in spite of my feigning.
He began talking to me. At the same time he stroked my cheek and smoothed my hair. It reduced me to a mass of sensation. "Have you learned to pleasure a boy? I see that Wilson is an invert and certainly your Uncle, by my own knowledge."
At those words I opened my eyes fully and half sat up. "By your own knowledge? What do you mean."
"My Mum and me, we wuz poor as mice. Her earnings from laundering hardly fed us so I, at thirteen, began to bring in fine amounts of money."
"What was your work?"
"I labored in pleasuring kind gentlemen who rewarded me handsomely. That was how I met Uncle Lackly. He was a frequent and generous patron."
"So he lied about how he met you. You didn't come to his mansion with your mother and reveal your origin."
He played with my lips, slightly inserting his finger inside. Without thinking I nursed it with my lips and tongue. He patted my head. "Good boy. I will find a something better for you to nourish. But that lie was just to cover the long relationship we had, the rest is true."
I began to rise. "Perhaps I should bathe and get dressed. Do you fancy a ride?"
He suddenly spoke sharply. "Brother, first I am uncomfortable, stiff in my sex and need relief. I suppose with Wilson or Uncle, you have learned how."
"I know not of what you speak." But of course I had dreamed of this.
In a moment pulled his underclothes down and stepped forward, his pronk standing out stiff. He reached behind my head and pulled me toward the organ that was leaping and shaking. It entered my lips. Immediately I fell to suckling it as if I was born to the task. It was delicious. The process of sucking was thrilling and I could taste his boy honey leaking onto my taste bud which inflamed me further.
I heard him chuckling. "Slow dear. It's already all yours. Enjoy yourself as long as you wish." But then I felt him stiffen and he spoke to me with difficulty. "Oh beautiful boy, you have me beyond control. I will soon bathe you with my spunk. Be ready...oh...oh."
I swallowed tasty offerings from the head of his prick and gulped greedily. He was so overcome that he fell across me, his body still producing a fucking motion.
(Unbeknowing to me, the curious Wilson heard all before he slipped away.)
John asked me if I spunked with him. With I told him that I hadn't and was in some distress, he said, "Your problem is solved. Though I have fucked many older ladies for money and my enjoyment, I am also a bum boy. Now you may use my ability to solve your problem." He turned facing the room and affording me a good look at his beautiful arse, smooth and silky.
End of part one