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Necessary Lies -- Part One
"Mr. Parker is here to see you sir," the voice of Mrs. Turner, the housekeeper, interrupted the reverie of Gareth Matthews as he sat at his writing desk where but a few moments before, he'd been writing a response to a letter to a business associate in London.
Gareth raised an eyebrow as he checked the quietly ticking clock on the mantelpiece. It was long past visiting hours, but Mr. Parker had written requesting an interview at this hour, so he was somewhat prepared, though the note he had received had not given the reason for the requested interview.
"Show Mr. Parker in, Mrs. Turner, and please bring tea," Gareth said as he rose from the desk and nodded at her in dismissal as she stepped aside to allow the gentleman to enter the room.
Gareth felt a measure of some strong curiosity at this visit. Mr. Parker was not unknown to Gareth; the Parker family estate was not far from his childhood home, but the two families had moved in very different circles as they were of very different rank. Gareth had often seen the Parker family in church, but had never been formally introduced.
Mr. Parker silently inclined his head as Mrs. Turner shut the door behind her and Gareth politely returned the bow, then he gestured to a nearby group of chairs arranged before a low fire.
"Pray be seated sir," Gareth said.
"Thank you, Mr. Matthews," Mr. Parker quietly murmured as he took a seat.
Gareth took a quick appraisal of the man seated opposite from him. Although clearly in his 40s, the man's handsome, clear complexion, with curiously arresting eyes, full, sensual lips, and a remarkably full head of hair attested to robust health that complimented his smart, yet tasteful mode of dress. He was somewhat taller than Gareth, possessed of a wide chest and powerful looking arms and legs.
As Gareth glanced at the handsome man under his eyelashes, he noticed Mr. Parker taking stock of his own person too; there was a strange tension, a tight feeling that spread through Gareth's body as he noted the inspection.
Mr. Parker, catching Gareth's eye, flushed a little and began to turn his eyes towards the room and its furnishings; the tension in Gareth, eased but did not fade entirely.
"You must be wondering at my visit at such a late hour," Mr. Parker began, and a faint flush warmed his cheeks as he glanced quickly around the room, as if he was having difficulty framing his words.
"How may I be of service to you sir?" returned Gareth politely, though his voice was kept from coolness by his curiosity at this visit.
"I'm given to understand you are removing here to Charlton?" Mr. Parker inquired.
"Yes, I am," Gareth replied, "I grew up here and my mother lived here for some time after the death of my father about ten years ago. As you may know, she died some eight months ago."
They were then interrupted by the appearance of Mrs. Turner with the tea tray.
When Mrs. Turner had arranged the tea tray, and each of the men were provided for, their conversation resumed when she curtseyed and exited the room.
"Yes, I do remember the passing of your mother, and I am sorry for your loss," Mr. Parker said gently.
Gareth nodded and sipped his tea.
"The reason for my visit, Mr. Matthews, is that I had heard something of the difficult circumstances you encountered in town, and I wish to be of service to you in your endeavors to regain your footing in the world."
Gareth felt some astonishment; not at the fact that Mr. Parker had some knowledge of the circumstances surrounding his misfortune, but that Mr. Parker would deign to notice him now, particularly in his reduced state.
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand," Gareth stammered a little, as he felt a warm flush spread across his cheeks. "Have you a situation in view for me?"
"Yes, I have a position available that may suit your talents," Mr. Parker said, looking intently at Gareth, "I understand you owned a shop in London?"
"Yes sir."
"And you were a co-proprietor of said establishment with a business associate?"
"Yes sir."
"And your associate died a short while ago?"
Gareth felt warmth spreading across his cheeks again, these were uncommonly direct questions, but his voice was steady as he responded, "My partner died in his chambers in London
sir," Gareth took a long breath, "After the untimely failure of the bank in which most of our investments were held, my partner, who's health was never good, suffered a rapid decay that culminated in his death about one month ago."
"I see," Mr. Parker looked thoughtful, "And have you been settling the affairs of the business since that time?"
"Yes, I have nearly finished winding down the affairs of the business concern and have discharged all the remaining joint debts, while managing to settle a little money on his widow for the sake of his children."
Mr. Parker cleared his throat, "You perhaps may not be aware of Mr. Matthews, but I am a distant cousin of one of your more recent customers, who, having come by certain facts, relayed them to me and thus I came to have a share in the information of your situation."
"Oh, I see," Gareth responded, not bothering to keep the surprise out of his voice, "I was not aware of the connection before."
"No, I thought not."
Mr. Parker paused, and gave Gareth a keen look, and continued, "I have heard, with the greatest of approbation, of your generosity concerning the final settlement you conferred upon your partner's widow," and here a frown crossed Mr. Parker's
handsome features, "However, I fear that your generosity was to your positive detriment."
Gareth sat still with an impassive face, unwilling to comment.
In a kind, gentler voice, Mr. Parker asked, "Is it not true your circumstances are truly distressed at the moment?
Gareth stiffened, the information, while true, was not a topic upon which he wished to dwell.
"Please understand I do not inquire to pry unnecessarily into your private affairs, however, I ask because I greatly desire to be of assistance," Mr. Parker hastened to continue, leaning forward as he did so. The curious tension within Gareth intensified as he took in the planes of Mr. Parker's face and his quiet, kind eyes.
Gareth's throat tightened, "Quite frankly, I find that the debts and final settlements were considerably more than I had anticipated, my partner kept certain, unwise, investments from
my attention," Gareth sighed and looked around the room wearily, "I find, for instance, I shall have to give up this house."
Mr. Parker held up his hand in response, "If you will be good enough to accept the situation I have to offer you, I would be able to offer you the assurance you will be able to maintain this house and provide for your future needs."
"And what is the situation you have in view, sir?" Gareth responded.
"I am in need of someone to take charge of my estate, to assist me with certain refurbishments I plan to undertake with the interior appointments, as well as cataloging the more valuable furnishings that have been handed down from generation to generation," Mr. Parker explained, "My family home, though respectable, is in great need of a general reappointment and updating. I'm given to understand your business involved the resale of antique furniture and other similar decorations?"
"Yes sir," Gareth responded with warmth, as a smile lit up his face, "I feel I would be well qualified to assist you in such an undertaking."
"Good. I have thought so, and have thought the benefits of acquiring your knowledge and skills would greatly benefit my plans for the estate. And after the refurbishments are complete, I shall have need of you as a general manager of the estate, if you would be willing to accept such a position."
"I would be most grateful for the opportunity, Mr. Parker," Gareth warmly replied.
As he sat quietly, gazing at Mr. Parker, Gareth again felt the rise of the strange tension between them. Something was being left unsaid; but what?
At this point, Mr. Parker set his tea cup down and stood; "I have stayed too long. I would like to discuss details of the position further with you. Would you do me the honor of taking a meal with
me tomorrow evening, say, 7:00 o'clock?"
Gareth responded that he would be pleased to attend.
"Good, that's settled then. I shall send my carriage for you."
Gareth had also risen from his chair and rang the bell for Mrs. Turner, "I thank you sir."
Mrs. Turner opened the door. "Pray see Mr. Parker to the door Mrs. Turner," Gareth requested.
Mr. Parker bowed and said "Good evening," and followed Mrs. Turner to the outer passage. Shortly afterwards, Gareth heard the carriage clattering away.
Gareth rose early the next morning and spent the day working on tedious correspondence, but with renewed energy and enthusiasm as he now had reason to believe the future was not so bleak as he had once had supposed. The day started out fine, but as the afternoon lengthened, glowering clouds moved in and, by all the signs, the evening promised to be a stormy one.
As the hour drew near for the carriage to appear, Gareth dressed carefully and correctly for the occasion, and was ready in good time by the time the coach appeared in front of his home. The coach was complete with a driver and two footmen who assisted Gareth into the luxurious interior and saw him settled before their departure.
It was a journey of some eight miles to the Parker estate; and in the gathering darkness, a chilly evening late November it finally began to rain; Gareth could make out only a few of the closer details of the grounds and formal shrubbery near the main house. The carriage was chilly and Gareth shivered inside it and hugged his arms close under the thick cape he wore.
The house itself was imposing, and was equal to the family fortune that had built it two generations before. It was situated within an extensive park before it, with the dark shadows of a stand of woods behind it, and Gareth could make out rolling green lawns before it dotted with well-groomed trees as the carriage traveled across the gravel sweep towards the main entrance.
The carriage presently stopped, and Gareth stepped from it and then mounted the imposing stairs of the building where he was met by the butler who conducted him through an ante chamber into a sitting room where Gareth enjoyed the luxury of a roaring fire.
After a few minutes, during which Gareth was able to cast his eye about the room and its furnishings, which he determined to be amply and well decorated and finished, nothing needing his assistance, Mr. Parker appeared.
"Ah, Mr. Matthews, how very good to see you," Mr. Parker said as the two men shook hands. "I am afraid you are very cold. Pray, draw nearer to the fire. Dinner will be served shortly; shall I get you a drink?"
Gareth did draw his chair nearer to the fire and responded that he would enjoy a drink and as Mr. Parker prepared it, Gareth remarked on the furnishings of the apartment, that nothing there, at least, seemed to be in need of his attention.
"I only lately inherited this estate," Mr. Parker explained, "And though I have refurnished some of the rooms already, this room included, I found the work entailed more of my time than I was willing part with, thus I have decided to place the refurbishment and maintenance of the mansion in someone else's care."
Gareth nodded.
"Of course," Mr. Parker continued, "I would like to be consulted in certain areas, but those are details that can be discussed later."
"Of course, sir."
The butler knocked and opened the door and announced that dinner was ready and the two men followed the butler to the dining room; which was brilliantly lit up and furnished in a modern style that was very pleasing.
"Someone has obviously very good taste," Gareth thought to himself as he was seated at the table.
As dinner progressed, the storm outside gathered forcefulness and soon the windows were rattling with rain and gusts of wind.
As the men enjoyed coffee after the main meal was concluded, a particularly violent gust disturbed their conversation again.
"The weather seems to have taken a turn for the worse. I wonder, Mr. Matthews," Mr. Parker asked, "If you would mind terribly spending the night here? I hate to turn you out-of-doors on such a night as this, and you were chilled as it was on the way here; I should hate to think of your risking a bad cold!"
"Oh, I should not like to be of any inconvenience to you sir," Gareth replied politely.
Mr. Parker smiled; a warm, genuine smile that lit up his eyes,
"Oh, please indulge me. I would be honored to have you stay, and my coachman," His smile widened, "Would be more than usually grateful, I assure you, for being allowed to convey you home in
the morning, instead of just now." Another gust of wind rattled the window panes, as if to emphasize the point.
Gareth smiled and inclined his head and offered his thanks for
the kind generosity.
Mr. Parker rang the bell and gave instructions to the butler about arrangements for a room.
"Now then, perhaps we can review some of the arrangements of the estate and the responsibilities I should like you to assume in your situation," Mr. Parker said as he invited Gareth over to a table where several documents were laid out.
The two men spent the next several hours reviewing various deeds, and inventories that Mr. Parker had started but had yet to finish.
Despite the complexities of the estate, Gareth found that everything appeared to be in good order, from what Mr. Parker had presented here and felt quite up to assuming his new situation and felt, on the whole, there would be few difficulties. Gareth was pleased, on the whole, and despite the increasing intensity of the storm outside, as the evening went by he felt himself relax even more.
The hours slipped by, and before Gareth was really aware of the time, the beautiful clock on the mantelpiece quietly chimed out the fact that it was one in the morning, and Mr. Parker suggested they retire.
"Phillips has prepared a room for you; it is quite near mine, I'll show you the way," Mr. Parker offered and then showed Gareth up the stairs to the bedrooms.
There was a large gallery at the top of the stairs, with many pictures and smaller articles of furniture, and presently they arrived at the room set aside for Gareth.
Mr. Parker opened the door. The bed had been prepared with a bed warmer and the remains of a fire flickered in the grate.
"I trust you will have everything you need for the evening," Mr. Parker said, indicating the clean nightclothes folded on the bed.
"Yes sir, thank you sir," Gareth said warmly, and held out his hand.
Mr. Parker took the offered hand, his gaze, lingered on Gareth's
face, not quite meeting his eyes, and he paused, as if he had a question, but he wished Gareth a pleasant evening and started to exit the room, when he paused and turned.
"Mr. Matthews, I do not believe you ever married?"
"No sir, I never felt...inclined towards the married state," Gareth responded, his heart giving a curious little thump; the tension that he felt from time to time while in Mr. Parker's presence was very strong now.
"I see," Mr. Parker paused again, "Nor did I. Goodnight."
Gareth heaved a sigh of relief. Though he was keyed up; he quickly changed out of his clothes and put on the nightshirt and slipped on the accompanying dressing gown and slippers as well, but his excitement at the prospect before him, as well as the noise of the storm, prevented him from feeling very much like sleeping.
Gareth turned his attention to some of the documents that Mr. Parker had entrusted to him, and after about hour, decided it was time to put out his lamp and attempt to sleep for a few hours.
Just as he was about to blow the lamp out, there was a soft knock at his door.
"Yes?"
The door opened, and Mr. Parker stood there, with a candle, wearing his dressing gown. Gareth again took note of the broad shoulders, as well as Mr. Parker's handsome face and the tension he felt earlier increased again.
"May I come in?"
"Certainly."
Gareth looked inquiringly at Mr. Parker as he quietly entered the room and quietly closed the door after him.
"I saw your light was still on and wondered how you were getting on," Mr. Parker said quietly, his gaze searching Gareth's countenance again, looking for what, Gareth could not say.
"I am perfectly fine sir, I assure you. I am merely a little over-excited from the evening."
"I hope you did not find my question about your... never having married to be impertinent?" Mr. Parker abruptly enquired.
"No, sir, of course not," Gareth replied wonderingly.
"Do you mind, very much, if I inquire as to why you never married?" Mr. Parker asked in an earnest tone as he set his candle down on a side table and blew it out.
"I simply never met with a woman who could engage my affections to that extent," Gareth said shyly.
"But there is another reason, I think," Mr. Parker said, and he went and blew the lamp beside the bed out, and then he approached quite closely to Gareth, and laid a hesitant hand on Gareth's
chest, "Something here, that whispered the truth to you, that you have known for a long while?"
Gareth blushed deeply, both at the implication and the close proximity of Mr. Parker's body to his own person. A heated sensation was beginning in the center of his body, spreading outwards.
"I do not know what you mean," stammered Gareth, feeling a heated rush course through his body as a deep blush crimsoned over his face in the darkness. But he did not pull away from the warmth of the hand on his chest.
"Sh," Mr. Parker whispered, and turning his head slightly, and in the dim, flickering light of the fire, he drew his lips close to Gareth's mouth, paused, and then touched his lips to Gareth's.
"Ah, I..." Gareth gasped, then felt a hand on the back of his head, drawing him closer. He lost himself in the sensation of being kissed by another, by this man with the kind eyes, the kind heart. It took his breath away and he began to feel himself lose his balance.
Mr. Parker guided him towards the bed, and laid down beside him.
"Mr. Parker,' Gareth began again.
"Sh...there's nothing you need to say, and call me Charles."
"It is just that I have never thought of, I never considered this to be a..." Gareth began anxiously again.
"It does not matter, truly," Charles said again, "Come, just kiss me."
Gareth kissed the man again, and again, and felt Charles' hands roaming over his body, and he shyly began to let his hands wander over Charles' chest.
Presently, Charles moved on top of Gareth, and Gareth could feel his hardness pressing against his abdomen.
"I am so happy to have found you," Charles murmured.
Gareth pressed his lips urgently against Charles' mouth, as the two men writhed together.
Soon, they were removing each other's clothing, until they were both nude in the dim light provided by the fire.
Though Gareth had seen many nude males at school, none were quite so interesting as Charles. Gareth marveled at the sight of Charles' broad chest, the deeply defined muscles, the graceful beauty of his long, clean limbs, the largeness of the shaft between his legs jutting outwards, the heaviness of the scrotum drooping underneath, the heady odor of a clean, healthy male. Gareth reveled in the delicious sensations as Charles explored his body too.
After several lingering kisses, Charles raised Gareth's legs, and holding them there with his powerful arms, and began probing between Gareth's legs with the head of his large penis, and finally, it wedged against Gareth's tight opening.
"Oh," Gareth gasped, as the broad head parted his tender flesh.
Charles backed out a little, and applied some saliva to his burgeoning organ. He wanted to go slower, but his desire to take Gareth, was overwhelming and blocked out all other considerations.
Charles applied more pressure, until finally, grudgingly; the head of his organ parted the tight ring of muscle and slipped inside Gareth's opening.
"Ah..." Gareth gasped, as a ring of fire formed around the invading cock, and his own erection flagged a little, as slowly, relentlessly, Charles pressed inwards.
Gareth suffered a sudden, very painful cramp, and jerked his buttocks away from Charles' penis reflexively.
"Stop, wait, please," Gareth pleaded breathlessly.
Charles obligingly paused, and withdrew a little, but soon, the pleasure was too much, and he moved forward again, and lifted Gareth's hips.
"I am taking you, I cannot stop myself," Charles muttered in a low, guttural growl.
Gareth's cramp eased, and he lifted his hands to Charles hips, and carefully, slowly, pulled Charles into his body.
Charles, with a quiet groan of satisfaction and pleasure, buried
his penis all the way inside of Gareth, until his soft pubic hair was tickling the underside of Gareth's full scrotum.
Then, sensing Gareth's increasing willingness, Charles began to slowly thrust, then began to go faster and faster until his hips
became merely a blur as he drove himself into Gareth's tight, welcoming hole. Gareth helped him by keeping his legs spread with his hands, while Charles enthusiastically pummeled his tender ass.
Gareth could feel the penetrating cock expand and growth in girth and gasped as his prostate was massaged by the broad head of the penis spreading him open, ever further and further, there was pain, but the pleasure was stronger than the pain.
Presently, Gareth could take no more stimulation and with a sharp gasp, his testicles slammed up inside of his body and his penis began spraying hot semen all over their abdomens, striking his chin and dribbling over his neck.
With a guttural groan, Charles punched a final time into the tight ass griping his cock and Gareth could feel pulse after pulse of semen pumping deep inside of him, four, five, six long spurts.
Charles sighed and relaxed, enfolding Gareth into his arms and kissing him tenderly.
The two men cleaned up at the wash basin in the room, then held each other in bed for another hour, before Charles reluctantly stole back to his room; secrecy from the servants was vital to their safety, but the two, now they had found each other, were making plans for their futures, together.
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